Her Brother, Her Mate

Vincent POV

Adrenaline was pumping through me, pushing me to drive faster and faster as I swerved and flew through traffic. I could only guess what was being done to Mary right now, and I sure as hell wouldn’t let the same thing happen to my Simone. It couldn’t happen to my Simone. It would kill me to know that I had failed her.

I had failed her already, though. I failed to keep her safe. I knew there was a threat to her. I knew in my gut that Aiden was trying to find a way to get to her in the pack house. I knew, but I still allowed her to leave my sight for a moment, and now I can do nothing but hope I get to her before that sick bastard does damage that can never be repaired.

The old warehouse my mother’s parents bought after coming to America has been desolate for quite some time. At one point in time, it was a meat processing plant, but is boarded up and vacant now.

Well, it was. It will be completely gone soon. Every single beginning in that building will be facing my wrath soon, and I’m bulldosing that warehouse the second I can.

The further into the city I drive, the population thins, along with the traffic as I zoom through the older, trashier part of Miami. I know Casey has combed through every section of this city, including the area where the warehouse is located. Aiden couldn’t have been here long.

He probably came here after we followed Susan home. He combed through my office and all my records. He had to have known that this place was empty and unused. I only send security out once every other week to make sure the building remains boarded up and free of squatters and addicts. The schedules were in my files. He knew.

The bastard housed himself on my own f*****g property. Not just the warehouse, but Susan and Carlos’s apartment too. With the Pegasus, he could have hidden on a vacant island, easily traveling back to the mainland when he wanted to stalk Simone. After losing his flying transportation, he used my own property to hide. My property. The bastard is a dead man. Once I get Simone, his life will end.

My Simone.

Please be okay.

I slow and try to quiet the bike as I pull onto the street, looking for any sign or indication I’m being watched. I am. I can see the reflection of the sun glinting off magnified glass on the roofs of the buildings around me. I can feel their eyes locked in on and following me. I’m glad I came alone like he said. I just need to kill them and get into the building before the pack gets here.

These idiots. Every disgusting one of them. They picked the wrong vampire to piss off. We have a hierarchy for a reason. They’re lower generations, every one of them. They were never going to be any match for me.

I quickly turned my body into mist and travelled between each one of them who were watching me from above. Ripping their hearts from their bodies before they even register what happened. They shouldn’t have even had time to tell the bastard I was here.

I solidify momentarily, sprinting into the building in one piece. It doesn’t take me very long to find the rest of them. They’re all b***d high and the sweet iron scent of b***d in the air leads me right to the room where they are lounging. I stop, observing them momentarily before I decide to attack. Their eyes are glowing with the vitality they receive from feeding on living b***d. They were all still in the l**t-filled haze, and I could see the disturbing evidence of what they had recently done all down the front of them. Animals. They deserve every bit of pain they are about to receive.

Before I can lay them all to waste, I feel her presence approach from behind.

“My lady,” I murmured in greeting, eyes still fixed on the b***d-soaked brethren lounging in the room beyond.

“That is a luna’s b***d coating and permeating through their bodies. It is not your beloved one’s. Go. I will save these squalid insects for your wolf family to carry out vengeance upon. I believe the two others left are your responsibility. The traitor and that disgraced fae.”

I waste no time, and neither does she. Her sires are quickly there with her, restraining the handful of men while Delilah invades their minds and wreaks her own vengeance on their mentality before the wolves come to wreak devastation on their physical forms.

Misting, I carry my body through the building, destroying the lights as I float through the air with my intense rage. Luna Mary did not deserve whatever they did to her, but those men deserved far worse than what was coming for them.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Simone. I can now sense her. Her b***d beats just for me. I could detect her heart anywhere. I can hear her heart pounding in fear.

When I enter the room, misting to fill the dense space, I flex against the few bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling, shattering the glass and engulfing everything in darkness. I descend on the traitor, Miguel, first. I wish I had time to give him the death he truly deserves, but Aiden has Simone gripped by her hair. I don’t have time to do more than rip the heart from his fat chest.

When I go to mist again, so I can appear behind the bastard and rip through the tendons holding his arms in place, he wards himself in a cloud of magic, dislodging my fragmented body.

“Try that again and I’ll kill her. I’ll put this silver dagger right through her throat,” Aiden bellows, red veins bursting in his eyes from the strain of pushing me out with the little magic still possessed in his haggard body. He doesn’t have the power to expel me again, but he does have the physical ability to kill my Simone if I try again.

Simone’s eyes were red and brimming with tears streaming down her mascara-stained cheeks. Her mouth is contorted as she silently cries, eyes moving between me and Mary’s dying body on the ground.

She was dying. Mary’s heart was beating weaker and weaker by the second, her b***d loss too great and her injuries too severe. They most likely injected her with wolfsbane, preventing her from shifting or healing like she should. That means Simone has it in her body as well. If she gets hurt, it could kill her in her poisoned state.

“Let her go and you can have me instead. I will let you take me and do what you want, just don’t hurt her,” I tried to reason with the madman.

“Funny, Mona here was begging that same thing to me just a few minutes ago. Unless you can suck my c**k like she can, there is very little you could do for me.”

My fangs extend at his insinuation and my chest rumbles as Simone whimpers in his hold.

“Her p***y is something, huh? She’s got both of us murderous over it. I came this far. I’m not stopping until I can get some kind of compensation for all my efforts. This game she strung me along with, I played with her for too long to run away empty handed.”

“You are the one making me murderous right now,” I sneered, eyes tightening as his hand pulled her hair back, forcing her to be a shield between me and him. Scum. He fought so hard to get a hold of her only to use her to protect his own worthless self.

“One move, bat, and she’s dead,” he warns me again, slowly moving around the room towards the door.

He probably can’t hear, but I can. They’re here. The pack is now here, and the halls are filled with warriors from all the races, all here to make sure this bastard meets his end. I let him think he has an escape, because I know he doesn’t have one.

Simone’s eyes remain trained on me, solidifying my resolve as they plead with me to save her. I will. Just a few more seconds….

“Surprise,” Casey whispered in a chilling voice, standing behind Aiden in the doorway. He grips Aiden’s upper arms, pulling down and back and dislocating both shoulders in a split second, forcing Aiden to drop the knife and release Simone all at the same time.

He pushes the wailing fairy towards me and pulls Simone out of the room in the next few seconds, giving Aiden to me like a gift, allowing me to be the one to end his miserable life. Jared and Parker are now in the room too, but I barely notice them as I tear Aiden apart, piece by piece, injecting my venom without drawing his tainted b***d beyond my fangs, so I don’t have to live with carrying any part of him with me to intermingle with Simone after this day. I just wanted to prolong his agony, morphing the anatomy of my venom to burn his body from the inside out.

I start with his eyes, spearing them and popping them from his skull as he screams from the intense pain amplified by my power intruding into his mind and senses. I become an animal, tearing through his extremities but leaving his heart pumping strongly, pushing my wrath through his veins as the venom-tainted b***d pumps and exits his body where his limbs once were.

His hoarse, bare cries and begs fuel my thirst for his demise. He is dying, slowly and painfully, and it’s all by my hands. He will never harm my love again. He will never harm anyone. He will be nothing more than broken flesh by the time I am finished.

In his last breath he begs for forgiveness and for it all to end.

Forgiveness is something he will never receive.

Death, though, I will mercifully grant.