Hard Days Night (The Firsts Book 8) (12 page)

This was beyond anything she’d ever experienced and she could not imagine how he could do it. 

Turning, she walked back to the center of the living room and threw herself down on the superplush sofa, the cushions so overstuffed, she almost bounced back off.

Mal just sat there and looked at the door and the beach.  Shaking her head, she made a decision that this
could
not, and
would
not, happen.

Hopping back off the sofa, she went into the kitchen, where another door led to the side of the house, and she
threw herself against it, turning the lock and the handle.  And that was all she could do.

“Fuck me to the moon,” Mal whispered. 

Okay, was there a phone of any kind?  A quiet, thorough search turned up nothing.

She was trapped.  Somehow,
some crazyass
way, she was trapped in here with the super-sexy nutcase.  Nothing she did would get her out of this house, or a way to contact help.  She was a little scared again and a lot pissed.

The only thing to do now was
wait until he got out of bed.  Since she hadn’t had any dinner tonight, her stomach was grumbling, so she hoped the fruit-loop had some food in that huge refrigerator that took up most of the pint-sized kitchen.  Opening the door, she was amazed. 
Was there
food?
  Anything you could imagine, the thing was packed.

It took a few moments to make her selections, but once she had, Mal carried everything over to the fat sofa, and turned on the giant television.
  Even though she had no interest in the programs, she hoped it would distract her attention from her unexplainable imprisonment.  A science fiction movie was playing and she let her eyes stay on the film while she bit into a sandwich she’d made by stacking several types of meat on some odd-looking bread and slathering it with a white sauce that looked like mayonnaise. 

After the first bite, she paused and looked at the sandwich.  She didn’t know if she was just hypersensitive to everything right now, which she hoped explained why she’d had sex with this man, but the flavors were extraordinary.

“Best sandwich ever,” Mal whispered, as she took a second bite and rolled her eyes.  Movement outside of the window drew here attention and she sat up. 

Holy hell!  It was Luka!
  Outside of the house, near the waterline, he wandered into view of the sliding glass doors.

She exploded off the
sofa and ran to the door.  He couldn’t be more than 20 yards away, so she began banging on the door, yelling as loud as she could. 
He was
close enough, he should be able to hear her!

But he didn’t look up.  Why couldn’t he hear her?  She continued to
wave and bang and yell, and although he moved even closer, he didn’t act as if he heard anything at all.  She was about to concede defeat when he looked up suddenly, right at the door.

“Luka!
  Luka!  Over here! Luka!”

But he looked right at the door, right at her, and didn’t notice her desperately
banging on the door. 
How was this possible? 
Mal stood at the door, hands planted on the glass, eyes watering, because she knew this was her last hope, and just stared at her partner.

“He can’t see you.”

Mal twirled. 

Ahmose stood in the hallway, sheltered from direct daylight.

“
Why
can’t he see me?  And
why
can’t I leave?”

“Mal, I told you.  I have abilities you will have trouble understanding.   He can’t see you because I’ve spelled this house to be unnoticed by anyone other than first bloods.  He is looking right at it, but he can’t see it.  For him, it doesn’t exist.  And you already know why you can’t leave. I’ve asked you not to leave the house using compulsion, so it isn’t possible until I release you.  I’m sorry, little detective.  As soon as night comes, I will feed again to finish my healing, and I will let you go.”

“Why are you standing in the fucking hallway?”

“Daylight.
  Ultraviolet light is very dangerous for vampires.”

“Stop that!  There’s no such thing as vampires. I don’t know how you’re doing the shit you’re doing, but vampires
do not
exist.”

“All right.
  Go out that door.”

Mal look
ed through the glass wall as Luka disappeared from view.  She turned back to face Ahmose, who leaned comfortably, naked, against the wall of the hallway.  She told herself he was dangerous and crazy, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of his big, ridiculously gorgeous body.  She shook her head.

“You know I can’t.  And even if I don’t understand any of this, I still don’t believe you’re the walking dead.”

“I’m not. Vampires are not dead. Would you like to come over here and feel my body again to see how warm and alive I am?”  His hand slipped down to slide under his cock, which was beginning to harden.  “I feel very awake right now.”

In response, her own body betrayed her and she wanted to do exactly what he suggested.

“Fuck you,” she said, instead, and stayed by the well-lit door. 
Just in case
.

Ahmose smiled.  “That
was
the plan.”

“You know how I meant it.”

He pushed off the wall, and her eyes dropped to where his fingers now curved over and over around the head of his penis.  Sighing, his eyes caught hers again.  “If you change your mind…”

“Don’t hold your breath!”

“No. But you know where to find me if you do.  Otherwise, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

He was gone.

Mal stood by the door for the next ten minutes, unmoving, her mind racing, moist between her legs, and wondered how this was happening and how it would all turn out in the end.

“We’re done here.  There’s just nothing here to lead us to what happened to your partner,” Captain Smith told Luka as he opened his car door.

Luka nodded because it was true.
If Mal had been here, there was no trace.  He needed to head back to L.A. because he believed Canzone had to be the one who had her.

Offeri
ng his hand with a smile, Luka then left Captain Smith, got into Mal’s car, and reached for his cell phone.

“Have you found anything?” he asked abruptly when Captain Kordalis answered his call.

“Nothing.  I’ve a team watching Canzone and Jinx.  IT is combing through anything that might offer a lead or a location he might have taken her, if he’s the one who did.”

“He is.  He has to be, who else?  I’m going for him.”

“Detective Huerta.  You are off-duty.  If you show up anywhere near Canzone or his associates, your career is over.  I’m serious, Luka. Not only will you endanger yourself, you’ll endanger our efforts to find Mal and get her back safely.  Say ‘I understand and will comply.’”   The Captain paused.  “Luka?”

“I can’t, sir.  You wouldn’t be able to either.  You didn’t hear how Mal spoke about this man.  She was terrified of him.  We don’t have time to play this by the book.  I don’t give a fuck about the law.”

“I get that.  But he’s so wealthy and so powerful, if we let him know we are looking, he’ll take her so far underground, we won’t find her no matter how long or hard we try.  And if you go looking, you’ll just become another hostage. 
Or a gruesome message.  Don’t do it, detective.  Give me a few days to find out what we can.”

Luka slammed his fist into the dashboard of
Mal’s car, the silly rubber monkey she hung from the rearview mirror bounced frantically on an elastic cord.  He swallowed hard.

“Twenty-four hours, sir. 
Twenty-four,” he finally said, and pushed the end button with finality.

Twenty-four hours? 
Might as well be two thousand.

IN A DOWNTOWN L.A. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT

The party would go all night.  When Canzone threw a party, no one left until they were forced to because he only threw two per year, and they were the only place to be in the city when the doors opened to Canzone’s high-end apartment for the event.

Canzone was laughing to a very non-funny joke by a celebrity he found boring, but useful, so he coughed up a hearty guffaw.  Upending his glass, he sucked down the extra-strong whisky sour in his hand as he lifted his eyes and saw Jinx standing near the bar trying to gain his attention.

Fuck!
He should have already killed that weasel.  It wasn’t like he got much of anything right. It wasn’t like he didn’t get the easiest assignments of anyone. All he usually had to do was
off
someone within the parameters of an exact plan. 

Canzone choked down the rest of his drink.

“Excuse me, Carlisle, I’ll be back in just a few,” he said to the man gesturing wildly in front of him while he tried to convey a story of some weird-ass sexcapade.  The man was already bombed, and Canzone felt safe to leave his dull company without repercussions.

Beaming a bright smile at his guests as he passed them, Canzone walked past the bar, past Jinx, and entered a room behind a panel that held a coded keypad.

The door closed behind him, but not before Jinx caught it and entered quickly to let it close and lock automatically.

Canzone faced Jinx, a calm expression on his face, but his hand gripp
ed his empty glass too tightly.  “What now?”

Jinx had the wisdom to defer carefully to his employer.

“An update, sir, and, uh, it’s not good.  All of the docks are under surveillance.  Nothing obvious, but we know they are.  L.A.P.D. is riding you now.”

Drawing a long slow breath, Canzone stepped deeper into the room furnished with six computer desks and six state-of-the-art computers.

Setting the glass on one of the desks, he whispered, barely audibly, “One, two, three,” and released a long measured sigh. “So, go get her.  You kept her under surveillance, right?”

“Yeah, but there are cops all around the area where she and Huerta are staying.”

“Huerta’s with her?   Splendid.  Your assignment is as follows.  Jinx, this is your last chance, you understand?  Don’t mess it up.  Once you find them, bring her to me, to the white room, unharmed, if possible, scraped-up is okay if she fights.  But don’t kill her.  Huerta.  Him, you kill.  Make sure she sees it if you can. If that can’t be arranged, get video.  I’ll make her watch.   Don’t come back to me until it’s done.  Now get the fuck out of here; I’m having a party.”

Jinx nodded,
and with an awkward bow, left quickly, the door repeating its action of automatically closing and locking.

Canzone wandered to the window and watched the city spread before him.  At night, like this, the smog defrayed enough to let him enjoy the sparkling city lights.  It was lovely.

Then he turned and shoved one of the computers off of a desktop, smashing it beyond repair.

Why, why did she have to push him?

Mal had fallen asleep on the sofa, and woke sharply, startled.  Had she been snoring?  Maybe, but she had been having that delicious dream again.

Moaning as the memory returned, she felt a sensation against her thighs, delicious, sensual,
erotic. 
The dream?

No, she knew she was awake.  But the sensation persisted.  As her eyes opened, the first thing she saw was the top of her dream lover
’s head, the long shiny hair spread out over her thighs.

Startled, she pushed herself up on her arms. 
The shirt she wore was unbuttoned halfway up from the bottom.

His head raised and he looked into her eyes.  “Good evening, my lady,” he said.  “It was time for you to awaken, but you looked so delicious, lying there, waiting for me.  I couldn’t resist.  May I finish?”

He lowered his head again, and she felt his tongue moving along the inside of her left thigh, his fingers sliding back and forth from near her center to the crease where the thigh began.   All she wanted was to lie back and close her eyes again. 
Good God, he knew what he was doing!

But she couldn’t let this happen again
, it had to end.

Mal put her hand on Ahmose’s head and tried to push him away, but instead her fingers curled into the ebony mass of satin.

“How are you doing this to me?  And why do you smell so fucking irresistible?  What is that cologne you’re wearing? 
Sex on a stick?
”

“It is my natural scent.  We do not use fragrances.  Vampires have highly sensitive noses.  You, now, you smell like chocolate and summer rain.”