Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me (My Vampire Doms #1)

by Calista Jayne

Dale speaks, his voice carrying up to my window, the tone harsh. “I told you if you couldn’t handle it, you wouldn’t be useful to me any longer.” “I’m sorry,” the other man says. “I tried, but I couldn’t get them—” Dale holds up a hand and the other guy shrinks back, which puts him more in the light. I recognize his pale blond hair. Marcus Patrick. He’s on the police force. I thought he and Dale were good friends. But the way Dale’s talking to him now sounds anything but friendly. “There’s still a use for you,” Dale says, almost as if speaking to himself. “I was afraid it would come to this, but the news of your untimely death will garner sympathy—” “Dale,” Marcus says. “You wouldn’t do that. Smithy, come on.” Dale reaches into his pocket. Marcus can’t see it, but from this angle, I can. He takes something out while Marcus shakes his head. “I’ll fix it,” Marcus says. “I promise, man. Please. I’m begging you.” Dale sighs. “Fine. You can fix it.” “Thank you. Thank you,” Marcus says. “I knew you’d understand. I promise, I can get this done.” “Hey, don’t worry, man. Let’s hug it out,” Dale says. Marcus reaches forward, and even from here I can see the stark relief on his face. He looks like he’s crying. Shit. That’s intense, this tough police officer, crying by our pool? Dale hugs him, then lifts up his hand, the one that had been in his pocket. Something flashes in the pool light. A syringe. A soft sound of surprise leaves Marcus’s mouth. “What—” He topples over, his arms and...