Damon (The Protectors #1)(17)
Chapter 5
Damon slammed his way into headquarters, pissed at himself. What the hell was he doing kissing Nicole like that? This was not good. Well, the kiss had been more than good. It had been soul shattering good. Hell, he had to sit in the parking lot of headquarters to get himself under control before walking in with his cock waving hidey-ho to everyone. That would have gone over real swell with the guys. God, her scent and sweet taste was enough to....he broke that thought off. No need to go down that road again or he'd be back in his car waiting out another hard-on. Nothing could come of it and he knew it. She was human and he wasn't, that was the bottom line. Thoughts of changing her scattered through his mind, but he closed that off. No way was that happening and she wasn't a woman who would be happy with a wham bam thank you ma'am moment.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jared stomped down the steps from the upstairs living area. All the warriors had places of their own, but headquarters also housed each of them for late nights and emergency situations.
“Nothing!” Damon snapped. “Where's the kid?”
Jared tossed a nod up the steps. “Checking out his new room.” Jared headed toward the kitchen area. “Good kid.”
“Yeah.” Damon grabbed a beer out of the fridge. They drank and ate just like anyone else, but the need for blood set them apart among a few other things, like living forever. Warriors could actually go weeks before needing to feed and they had females who were hired for that purpose. “So what did you find out from Jamison?”
Jared placed a whole baked chicken in front of him, along with his beer. “Nothing yet. Phillip is working on him now.”
Damon shook his head when Jared offered him some chicken. Damn, the vamp could eat. “Think I'll go down and help.” He needed something to take his mind off the beautiful human who was turning his world inside out.
“Need to get blondie out of your system?” Jared chuckled when Damon flipped him off as he walked out the door. “Stay out of my head, Jared.”
“Don't have to read your mind bro.” Jared called out after him. “It's written all over your face.”
Stepping into the room with a two-way mirror, he stopped next to Duncan. “Any luck finding out who the slime was after?” Damon watched Phillip walk up behind Jamison who was tied to a chair with silver chains.
“Not yet.” Duncan sighed. “He's a tough one to crack. Those damn silver chains have got to be killing the son of a bitch.”
Damon nodded, staring at Jamison's wrist. Silver wouldn't kill them unless it was shot into their bodies, but it burned like a bitch and kept them immobile. “Care if I take a turn?”
“Hell, you might as well. So far none of us have had any luck.” Duncan buzzed the door.
“Well...well. Look who we have here, boys and girls.” Jamison shot Phillip a smug look when he said girls. “The one and only Damon DeMasters, the warrior of all warriors.”
Phillip growled, but turned and walked out leaving Damon and Jamison alone.
Damon's smile was cold. “Jealous much?”
Jamison snorted. “So what do you want to know, warrior?” Jamison's eyes gleamed under the fluorescent lights. “What I have been doing since we last met, maybe, or how about, oh I don't know, how I plan on f*cking that cute little human you were so worried about at the club?”
Damon felt his body tense as anger tried to override his common sense. His cold smile stayed in place. He would not...could not... give Jamison any hint of weakness on his part. It could be deadly for Nicole. “What makes you think I want to know about your disgusting love life Jamison?”
“Oh, okay we gonna play that way, huh?” Jamison grinned like he knew a secret. “Okay, I'll play.”
Damon walked around the table and leaned against it, arms crossed. “Who was your target?”
“Well, you see, I just told you.” Jamison watched him closely, his keen killer eyes not missing a beat.
“What do you want with the woman?” Damon was f*cking A proud of himself, his voice didn't even deepen with the rage he felt.
Jamison chuckled. “Damn warrior, you're good. Some might think you didn't care for the little human.” He laughed more, sounding like a deranged little girl. “But we both know different don't we, DeMaster’s? God, this is just too much.”
“Cut the shit and answer the question.” Damon turned cold eyes on him.
“I told you that too.” Jamison rolled his eyes. “I want to f*ck her and then do what I do best, kill the little bitch and collect my money. Seems she is a little too good at her job and people are taking notice.”
“Who hired you?” Damon should get an Academy Award for this performance. He wanted nothing more than to lean back and beat the living hell out of the bastard.
“Ah, now that I can't tell you. You know, assassin and client confidentiality, and all that shit. Gotta follow the rules or I don't get paid. Have you ever had a human, warrior?”
Damon ignored him. “You know you won't be getting shit since you'll be locked up here, so you might as well come clean.”
Jamison followed suit and ignored Damon, something he would probably later regret. “Have you ever had a human, warrior? Ahhh... let me tell you, it is sweet. Their smells and softness is something that draws you in.” He sniffed the air. “And I can tell you nothing smells as sweet as your Nicole.”