Filthy Rich Vampire Husbands (Filthy Rich 2)

Denny looked at me with dead eyes. Looked like the demon had taken his humanity once and for all.

“My suppliers name is Bill Henderson.”

I froze in place for a second.

“Bill Henderson, the tycoon? My father?”

“Yes. Of course he doesn’t come himself. He has a team. He sends one of those with my supplies.”

“You’re fucking fooling yourself. My father doesn’t deal drugs.”

“Yeah? Who’s this waiting in the car outside then?” Denny played another video taken outside the bar. A car pulled up outside and the door opened, a burly guy exiting the rear. Before he walked to the club, the passenger door wound down and my father could clearly be seen talking to the guy.

My father was a drug dealer? It couldn’t be true.

Could it?

“Leave it with me. I’ll sort it.” I told him, and I walked out.

My mind was more fucked than ever. Had Denny told anyone else? What had happened that night with Cynthia? She’d never mentioned it since. Where was Rob Delaware, and how did I equate the father I loved dearly with the one purportedly running a drug cartel?

I stood in the liquor store staring at the bottles, telling myself I didn’t need a drink. But my craving wouldn’t listen to common sense and I purchased a bottle of Jack and went to sit in the car and drink it.

I was losing control again. The parts of my life I’d taken for granted crumbling to ash. I dropped the glove compartment down on the car and eyed the wooden stake I’d placed there earlier. Sometimes I’m sure it would be easier all around if I didn’t have to exist in this shit world.

But thoughts of a blonde haired woman pulled me back and I smiled, thinking about love and children and giving them everything I’d not had. Instead I had a mother who’d rather tour the world and a father who although he loved me, was consumed by his business brain and what he could achieve next. Opening the car window I threw the stake and the bourbon outside, the bottle crashing to the ground and splintering into shards. The smell hit my keen senses and my mouth watered. I took my cell from my pocket and dialed Serena’s number. I needed to know how she was, that she’d arrived safely, and ask if I could fly to join her. Right now, I needed her.

It went to her voicemail, and I banged on the steering wheel in frustration. I looked around. There was no one nearby, no one to see me. I leapt out of the car and clawing at the ground, I licked the puddles of liquor on the street like the addict I was, cutting my tongue and lips on shards of glass. Disgusted with myself, I stared at the stake before I stood and stamped on it, splintering it into useless tiny pieces. Then I jumped back into the car and broke down.

Maybe I should tell the others, but Flynn was with Serena, Carter was full of his new role, and Jayden was in a mood of his own. There was only one person I could turn to right now though I didn’t know how much use she’d be.

My mother. The one person I did my best to avoid. That about summed up the sorry state of my life right now. I called her but there was no answer. Defeated I walked back into the liquor store and bought another bottle.

9

Serena

Flynn obviously knew that if I wanted to talk about what had gone down at the house, I’d raise the subject myself and so he avoided it. We spent the flight chatting about his photography and how he planned to announce who he was to the organizers once he landed.

My brow creased. “Why not wait until they’ve chosen the winner?”

“Because I hate deception. I’ve already proved to myself that my photography is good enough to be shortlisted for a major award. Now anything else is a bonus.”

“I understand. So, what are you planning to do now?”

“The gallery where all the shit went down with Leonie. It’s for sale. I wondered about purchasing it and selling my photos and other talented artists work.”

My jaw dropped. “That sounds like an incredible idea. Have you made an offer?”

“No. I need to discuss it with everyone and well I found out it was for sale just before we left…”

I placed a hand on his arm. “Call the others and get their agreement. You do not want someone else buying your dream.”

He nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it later. Once we’re settled in at the hotel.”

We made our way to the hotel Flynn had booked for us. The hotel was located on Times Square. I was pleasantly surprised to see he hadn’t gone all Billionaire and b

ooked something flamboyant but had booked us separate rooms in a nice boutique hotel. When I opened the door to my room, I saw it had an adjoining door. I turned to look at Flynn who had followed me in to ensure my room was okay before going to his own.