Copyright 2014
Bailey Bradford
All In
I tried. I tried so hard to take care of my
family after Mom and Dad passed away. Let’s not think about their passing,
though. I can’t, even three years later. It hurts too much, and all that crap
about time making it better hasn’t proven to be true.
I’m a responsible man, a good son, diligent
and loyal. There was no way I’d let the state come in and take my siblings
away. Stepping up was never a question. Of course I took them in. I love them
all, the little twerps.
But I made one stupid, horrible mistake—and it
cost me my life.
Don’t call me a melodramatic fool. You weren’t
the one left for dead on the porch of a vampire den. House. Whatever.
You weren’t the one tricked and hurt.
Now everything’s different, and if I’ve
learned only one thing, it’s this—I will never trust another man with my heart
again.
Prologue
West fumbled
with the top button on his jeans as he waited in the alley. It was dark—of course it’s dark, it’s a danged alley
behind a raunchy bar—and a little scary outside. A slight breeze carried
the scent of garbage and spunk to him.
Other men
were out there, fucking and sucking like they didn’t care if anyone else saw or
heard them.
Maybe they
didn’t.
“Obviously
they don’t,” West muttered to himself.
His heart
beat faster and his pulse raced as he saw a tall man exit the club. He knew
with a surety he couldn’t explain that it was him, the tall, intense, and rather frightening man he’d locked
gazes with inside.
West was
truly terrified—and yet he couldn’t leave, couldn’t make himself walk or run
away. Here he stood, a twenty-four year-old virgin, so desperate for another
man’s touch, he’d let the first guy who wanted him have at him.
It was
wrong. West knew it. He felt it inside. His mother would be so upset with him,
giving away his virginity in a grungy alley to a stranger who looked like he’d
enjoy hurting West.
And there
was a definite hard cast the man’s features, a brooding anger that was
unmistakable.
So why
couldn’t West leave?
A little
voice in his head screamed at him. He didn’t want this. He’d only come to the
club because he’d wanted—
That
little voice shut down on a yelp like a big, invisible boot had stomped it to
death. West’s head actually throbbed for a second, then he was staring at the
big man in front of him.
Black eyes. No soul. The
thoughts shot through West’s brain, and he would have opened his mouth up to
scream—though why should he want to do that?—but he couldn’t move.
A cruel
smile twisted thin lips, and to West’s utter horror, fangs appeared.
The man
leaned closer, and West was paralyzed, all except for his heart, which slammed
erratically, as if trying to escape his chest.
“Such a
stupid boy,” the stranger rasped, those sharp fangs scraping the shell of
West’s ear.
It hurt,
and he was pretty sure the skin was broken, yet he didn’t move or cry out.
Couldn’t.
“Nice. So
innocent and easy.”
His ear
was licked, then sucked on, then bit. Not too hard, but enough that he wanted
to cry. He wasn’t in to being hurt, and pain scared him. Death scared him.
Yet when
he looked into those fathomless eyes, he knew death was coming for him, and
inside, at least, he wept for his siblings.
10 comments:
I just want to kill that bast*rd all over again. Slowly.
Poor Wes. I feel for him already.
~M
me no likey!!! that man be a jerkface to the massive extent possible!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR
~Crystal Marie
Powerful and intense beginning. Can't wait for the next installment.
I want to go read the bastard dying over & over again
Wow....can't wait for the next update...poor West!
Love the start.cannot wait for more
Great start. I felt so sorry for West before. Can't wait to read more.
poor West - looking forward to the next chapter Bailey.
poor west. you need to find him a good guy.
Is it possible to hate that man any more than I already did? And can I love West already?
Chris
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