Blood Rites

By: Amity Cross

Whenever Mother made me go to charity events, I always went for a natural look. I was uncomfortable as it was and being made up into something I wasn’t never helped. But right now, the woman who stared back at me with a full face of harlot red lips… Well, she looked like she was a bloody movie star.

“How did you do that?” I asked, open mouthed.

“I didn’t do anything,” she replied, laughing at my reaction. “You’re hot to begin with. Mr. Vaughn is going to cum in his pants when he sees you.”

“Bex!” I shrieked, trying not to laugh. Secretly, I hoped he did.

“Now, out you get and I want details. No holding out on me, you hear?”

I rolled my eyes and gave her a hug. “Thanks for the dress.”

As I escaped outside, where a car was waiting for me, I hoped that I was doing the right thing. I was a romantic, Sebastian was a playboy. In what world would that work out? Not this one, I was certain of it.

But maybe Bex was right? I needed a little fun. Maybe Sebastian was it.



I sat in my office, in my house in Bloomsbury, listening to the commotion downstairs.

Marcia had been in and out all day, setting up for the party that was just starting to wind up. She was my event planner and obviously loved her job. I gave her money and told her to go wild with it. Planning rich, posh parties was her idea of doing crack. She was a neglected, fifty year old, trophy wife of a colleague at work, and was always glad for something to do. Her husband always shook my hand in the halls to thank me for keeping his wife happy. He obviously couldn’t, since all he did was fuck a string of whores behind her back, but I kept my mouth shut. Explaining how I knew about his extracurricular activities would involve revealing much more of myself than was necessary.

And Marcia? I looked up to her like a motherly figure, so there was no way I’d tap that and besides, she thought of me as the son she never had. I liked to dip my wick into someone much closer to my own age.

Tonight’s brief had been romantic. I told her that I wanted to impress a woman and to do her best with making the house look fit for a princess. Marcia had obviously swooned and the stars in her eyes had sparked even brighter. If only she knew the truth about the real men I dealt with. What would she think of me then?

My phone began to ring, vibrating in the pocket of my tuxedo. Pulling it out, I saw that it was Sykes. He sure knew how to fuck up a man’s evening. I didn’t want to deal with this shit tonight, but if I didn’t answer, it would mean more trouble down the line. I’d yet to meet the man in person, but speaking to him on the phone was the next best thing. Our face-to-face would happen within the week and when it did, our deal would be struck.

Swiping my thumb across the screen, I pressed the phone to my ear. “Sykes,” I said, leaning back in my chair.

“Vaughn,” came his deep voice. The man always sounded like he’d had one too many cigarettes and I wondered if he was as slimy in person as he sounded down the phone.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, eager to get away.

“I just wanted to make sure everything has been accounted for.”

We were trialing a small-time operation to see our men’s compatibility. Fucking annoying, but necessary. I never took unnecessary risks with my weapons, my drugs or my money. I only did that with my day job because it was required. I didn’t get this far by being a pansy-ass fuckwit. I got here because I was ruthless.

Glancing at my reflection in the windows, I scolded. “So far, everything is in order. How are things going with Baxter and his operation?” Baxter was the lead man for my London arm of my drug trade and he was currently trying to smooth things out with the Necromancers on his turf. Mergers were never easy and a sight more difficult in the criminal world.

“Royal Blood are making things difficult,” Sykes replied. “There might be some infighting on my side of things.”

“I trust that your men will deal with it? It would be unfortunate if anyone in my employ were to be harmed.” The threat was clear without ever saying it. If anyone under my protection were to be harmed or killed, then our deal would be off.

“We will deal with it, like we always have.”

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