Free The Feeder by E.M Reders Page A

withdrawn. I knew he hadn’t loved Pippa - he had told me as much just the other week - but he had cared for her greatly. It was obvious he wouldn’t be up to working for a while, and he'd agreed that he needed to spend some time away from the club. But after Thayne had filled him in on the things we'd uncovered since her death, we’d promised him that someone would contact him as soon as we knew anything more. He wanted revenge for the life that had been lost.
    Sitting at one of the booths with a drink in hand, I smiled across the table at the guys be-fore me. Trent, Reese and Chad had always been close, but if anything, Thayne’s presence had brought them even closer. The three had now become four.
    “So how long have you guys been working for Gideon?” Thayne asked before taking a swallow of his drink.
    “Just a little over a year,” Trent replied. “We were all in the area visiting the club. Denton had been a friend of all of ours, so the place was a regular stop off. As soon as we walked in we knew something was wrong. It wasn’t unknown to us that Denton was gone, and Gideon had taken over – that news had spread like wildfire – but we never imagined that he would be fucking up the place as much as he was… and still is.”
    “By the end of the night, we’d seen enough. We came to a mutual decision that we would stay and try our best to stop the place from going under. But it hasn’t been as easy as we had hoped.” Chad smiled weakly.
    I knew exactly what they were talking about. Gideon never lets anyone near the club. It was his, even if he didn’t care enough about it to make it a success. During the first few months of the guys being here, they’d tried over and over again to help out with the running of the club, but Gideon had put his foot down, constantly stating that he didn’t need anyone’s help and was handling everything just fine.
    He so wasn’t. If it weren't the fact that he hated doing paperwork and had dumped the majority of the stuff on me, this place would have gone under within a week of him taking over.
    “What about you?” Thayne asked me. “When did you start working for Gideon?”
    Oh fuck, I hate lying.
    “I met him a year before he took over the club. When he took over the place he knew I needed a somewhere to stay so he offered me the apartment and a job to go with it.” More like he’d dragged me here to be his own personal feedbag and slave, but I couldn’t exactly tell them that.
    I quickly steered the conversation away from me and my past and for a time the conversation flowed smoothly, but as always it soon reverted to unwelcome topics. Placing his empty bottle down on the table, Reese said, “I still can’t believe Gideon took out Denton. What I wouldn’t do to have been there that night.”
    “What did happen that night?” Thayne asked.
    “No fucking clue,” Reese answered, the other guys nodding in agreement. A Master fight was always a fight to the death and was meant to be overseen by all high-up vampires of the Master’s region. No one had been there to witness Denton, the old Master’s demise… no one except me that is.

 
     
    Thayne
    It was ridicules. A Master vampire was taken out in a fight by an amber-eyed, low-level vampire, and no one knew how the hell it had happened?
    No, something wasn’t right here. Somebody had to know something, had to have witnessed the fight. It was the rules.
    Studying their faces and sensing their emotions, I knew that they were telling the truth, that they didn’t know anything. But looking over at Eve, at the way her shoulders were tensed, the slight blast of panic and fear coming from her – and the fact that she kept avoiding eye contact with me – I knew she had to know something. Trust it to be the one person that I wanted to get close to for my own selfish reasons, the one that was already being stalked by some psychotic sicko that I’d need to gain the trust of, only to blow that trust to