Free The Wages of Sin (Blood Brothers Vampire Series Book Two) by Greg Sisco

getting shot to
death by the big guy before he could find his way to Thor. For all
he knew there were thirty people in the house in addition to the
six he’d seen enter.
    He crept through dark hallways with his silver knife
in his hand for ten minutes or so, moving steadily in the direction
of the music, before he saw light up ahead and assumed he must be
close.
    Then the song came to an end and a voice shouted, “I
want to suck your dick!”
    The drunk girl.
    Yeah, that’s right. Take that big bastard out of the
room and leave my blonde friend alone. Just don’t come down this
hallway.
    Following a few words from the other room, one of
Horace’s prayers was answered and the other was shat upon. Loki and
the drunk girl came barreling down the hallway toward him. He
ducked through a door to his right, hoping he wasn’t entering the
same room they were. He was.
    The big bastard flipped on the lights as Horace hid
behind the door.
    The room was a bedroom, apparently. It had been too
dark to distinguish anything when he entered but now he could see
there was a king-sized bed with gorgeous red sheets that looked to
cost a thousand dollars or more. Horace wasn’t aware of it, but the
sheets were red so that blood stains would be less obvious.
    Thankfully, the wall he had his back to was a short
one with an adjacent wall immediately on his left and the open door
immediately on his right, creating a boxed-in area that separated
him from the rest of the room and more or less blocked him from
view of the big bastard and the drunk girl.
    “Do you want to see my titties?” asked the drunk
girl in a baby-talk voice that was supposed to sound seductive but
actually sounded like a five-year-old whose titties nobody wanted
to see.
    Fucking kids. Children. Why were they so dirty, so
lecherous? Is this how Samantha talked around her boyfriends?
Around that idiot with the pierced cock who couldn’t handle staples
to the thighs?
    Horace didn’t want to think about the
eighteen-year-old breasts on the other side of the door. He
occupied his mind with the thought that he might be dead in a few
seconds. He imagined the big bastard getting up to close the door
and how he’d have to stab him in the face if it happened.
    “Take your panties off,” the big bastard said.
    “Do you like?” the girl’s voice asked a moment
later.
    Horace held the knife to his chest. If the door
moved an inch, he was prepared to start stabbing. He didn’t think
the young lady would be the one to shut the door, and he sure as
shit hoped she wouldn’t because he would have hated to kill an
innocent girl even younger than the one he was avenging. But if it
happened, it happened. What they call collateral damage. As long as
Thor was dead by the end of the night, that was all that really
mattered.
    “Are you gonna eat my pussy?” said the young slut
with the filthy mouth.
    “I thought you were going to suck my cock,” said the
young man who was just a young man.
    “Do you want to sixty-nine?”
    The big bastard acknowledged with a happy moan that
sounded to be in the affirmative, then kissing was heard along with
some rustling that might have been the sounds of either party
disrobing.
    All the while Horace waited for someone to shut the
door, waited in his stab-ready stance, but it sounded as though
nobody was worried about being seen in the midst of a lewd act.
    And a lewd act it was. Horace’s sexual vocabulary
wasn’t what it used to be, but he was pretty sure that during a
‘sixty-nine’ neither party had a good view of the room, giving him
a window of opportunity to escape.
    The young girl said something filthy about the
flavor of the big bastard’s parts and Horace took it to mean the
act had commenced. He slid the door back and peaked out from behind
it, doing his best to keep his eyes fixed to the big bastard’s face
without looking at the vulva it was mashed into. He couldn’t look
away lest he risk getting spotted, but he didn’t want to