Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(75)

If the man didn’t move his ass and get here soon he was afraid this ass**le was going to chase off the woman he’d decided was going to be his meal tonight. His eyes darted to the ass**le that was pissing him off and decided the man would be his meal and the red headed beauty would be his snack, a little sweet treat for all the bullshit he’d gone through lately and an early celebration treat

Once he had Isabella McGuire, he would finally have his empire. With her help there wouldn’t be anywhere on this earth that his enemies could hide from him.

He’d take over the blood delivery system and weed through the f**king traitors. Thanks to today’s dependency on technology and Isabella’s McGuire’s skills he’d have everything he ever wanted, including revenge.

He’d find the son of bitch that had taken his beautiful Elizabeth’s sweet soul and he would kill him right along with Kale. Perhaps he’d hold off on killing Kale until he found the other bastard. Then he’d kill them together.

But before he could do anything he needed to get his hands on the damn woman and that meant finding out what Kale knew. The bastard wouldn’t be happy that he was here, but Logan didn’t give a damn. There was too much riding on this to sit back and wait. Kale was good, probably the best, but there was always a chance that someone out there might swoop in and grab Miss.

McGuire before he could and that wasn’t something Logan would allow.

A war had started and although he’d like nothing better than to see every last Sentinel wiped off the face of the earth he needed them around, at least for now.

Once he gained control over enough territories he fully planned on taking care of the Sentinel problem, but for right now their existence benefited him so he was going to step back and allow them to continue.

“Why don’t we go back to my place?” the man asked and Logan had to admit that took balls since the woman was clearly out of his league.

“I think I’ll pass,” she said, giving the man a polite smile as she turned her attention back to the game playing on the flat screen television above the bar and her dinner.

“Bitch,” the man muttered as he walked away.

Logan’s eyes narrowed on the man and watched as he approached a group of what could only be termed as “Bar Bunnies.” Before he left town he was going to drain that man dry.

“Carl? Can I get the check? I think I’m going to call it a night,” the beautiful red head said, grabbing his attention once again.

“Sure, Jill,” the bartender said, sliding a handwritten tab in front of the woman apparently named Jill.

Jill……..

He realized that he actually liked her name, which was unusual for him, because he generally didn’t like anything about anyone. As he watched her dig through her small pink purse he decided that he’d love more than just a meal from her. He wanted her in his bed, beneath him, on top of him and anyway he could get her and tonight he would have her.

Then he would kill her.

Like everything else in his existence he liked to keep sex simple, basic. He didn’t do attachments, promises or relationships. Sex was just a physical release.

Something he only gave into when he needed to otherwise he could care less. When he took a woman he f**ked her until he was done with her. He’d never made love to a woman and never would. The women he took to his bed understood that and if they pushed for anything more he killed them.

Granted he usually dealt with vampires, demons and the occasional shifter for sex and they all knew what he was capable of so there usually weren’t any problems.

He didn’t usually consort with humans for anything more than a meal. Other Masters might enjoy having a minion around to f**k, but he didn’t.

Human females were weak, clingy and far too easy.

When he took a woman to bed he wanted them to make him work for it. He didn’t like to hold back when he f**ked a woman and with a human he’d have to do just that, but since he fully planned on draining this one dry he wouldn’t have to hold back, he thought, fighting back the urge to take her right now.

It was actually a little shocking to find himself this attracted to a human. She was quickly turning into a bit of a distraction, something that he couldn’t allow.

“Ah, Carl?” Jill said, chewing her bottom lip nervously as she shot the bartender a sheepish look.

He sighed heavily, but Logan noted the amusement in the man’s eyes and the twitch of his lips. “Again?”

“Maybe,” she mumbled, looking embarrassed.

Carl folded his arms over his lean chest and glared mockingly down at the small woman. “You know you’re far too trusting, don’t you?”

She returned the glare, but on her it looked cute. “It’s my job to care. Now, do you want me to work off my meal by scrubbing the floors or the dishes?”

“The toilets,” Carl said with a straight face.

Jill pursed her lips up in thought. “In that case I’d have to demand dessert.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Jill,” he said, smiling and causing Logan’s teeth to grind.

“Can we possibly put this on my tab and not tell my father or brother about this?” she asked, sounding very hopeful.

The smile dropped from Carl’s face as he held up his hands and backed a foot away from Jill. “There is no way in hell I’m keeping this from them, Jill. They’d kick my ass up and down the street.”