Blood Magic (After Dark Book 7) by Sarah Bailey (historical books to read .txt) 📕

“You didn’t give me much choice or notice,” Jamie replied.

“You know he’s not going to like what you’re asking of him, boss,” Neave said.

Gavin gave her a sharp look. She just shrugged, clearly nonplussed. Jamie raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest.

“Let me guess, you want me to use my abilities to get information out of someone despite me telling you time and time again I do not do that,” he said.

“Bingo,” Neave said, earning her another dark look from Gavin.

“We can’t use conventional methods. They need to remain unharmed,” Gavin said.

“You mean she needs to remain unharmed,” Jamie said.

Obviously it’s a woman. He wouldn’t care about torturing a guy.

“And here I thought you were just a pretty face,” Neave said, grinning. “Got a brain too.”

Jamie stuck his finger up at her.

“Enough. Both of you,” Gavin said, slamming his hand down on the desk. “You are like a pair of five year olds. Jamie, I would not ask this of you if it wasn’t important.”

This is what had caused Jamie to leave London in the first place. Gavin overstepping the mark and asking him to do things he wasn’t happy about.

And accidentally getting blamed for something I didn’t do. I had nothing to do with the disappearance of a bunch of vampire texts.

“No.”

“Jamie…”

“No. You were fucking there. You saw what happened, so don’t give me any shit about this. I’m not doing it.”

“I told you,” Neave said.

Gavin glared at her before turning back to his brother.

“Who is it anyway?” Jamie asked.

Neave glanced at Gavin who’s mouth tightened. He turned the laptop on the desk around. Jamie walked over and looked at the live stream of the room they were holding the woman in.

“What the actual fuck, Gav? Are you fucking insane?”

He stared at his brother in disbelief. Sitting on a chair, her hands bound to the arms was the wife of the man who owned a large chunk of the real estate in London. The billionaire, Arthur Travsmead.

“No, I’m not insane.”

“Why the fuck is she here?”

He pointed at the screen. She wasn’t unattractive for an older woman, but Jamie knew exactly why Gavin wanted him to be the one to glamour her.

“She knows who has been interfering in my business arrangements.”

“Why would she know that?”

“She likes younger men.”

Jamie wanted to tell Gavin to go stick it, but he was family. There was no telling what else would happen if they didn’t stop whoever had a vendetta against his brother. It could mean exposure and ruin for their species. That could not be allowed to happen under any circumstances.

“Fine. You owe me for this, Gav. Big fucking time,” Jamie said before stalking from the room.

When he walked into the soundproofed room where they were holding Mrs Travsmead, her head snapped up. Hazel eyes appraised him with interest. Her hair was brown, streaked with blonde highlights.

“Well, hello,” she purred.

Jamie tried not to shudder. Just what I needed after tonight with Dani. He schooled his thoughts. Thinking about her would only lead him down a dark path.

He picked up a chair and set it down in front of her, taking a seat. He wasn’t quite within touching distance.

“Marissa Travsmead. I hear you’ve been a very bad girl.”

“And you are a rather attractive boy.”

Her eyes roamed over him. When she was done with her perusal, she met his eyes. It was her first mistake. Jamie held her gaze, digging his way into her mind. Her eyes glazed over.

“Tell me, does your husband know how many men you spread your legs for?” he asked.

“Of course not. He is far too busy fucking his secretary to care what his wife does. Arrogant prick.”

She flipped her hair back, giving him a sultry grin.

“Why? Are you interested in taking a ride?”

He wanted to be sick. Nothing would induce him to touch the woman in front of him. Especially not when he had Dani. Her naked form played havoc with his senses.

Fuck, Dani. What have you done to me?

“Perhaps,” he replied, looking down at his fingernails. “You and I need to have a little talk first.”

“What would you like to know?”

She uncrossed and crossed her legs, showing him way more than he ever wanted to see.

I’m going to kill Gav for making me do this.

“The names of all the men you’ve fucked - and don’t lie to me, Mrs Travsmead. I very much dislike women who try to fuck me over.”

She was silent for a moment. He could tell she was straining against his hold on her mind. He smiled at her and bit his lip.

“I’ll write them down for you, shall I? Then you and I can engage in a little fun.”

“Tut, tut, Mrs Travsmead. You think I’m going to untie you.”

She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out unattractively. Then she rattled off a series of names, none he recognised. He could only hope Gavin would.

“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“You are very persuasive.”

Only because I have control of your mind.

He pressed against her further. It was time to give her what she wanted.

“What am I doing to you?” he asked.

Her eyes clouded over as if she was staring right through him.

“Running your hands up my thighs. Oh, my dress is so flimsy.”

He could see what she thought was happening to her. Him ripping off her clothes, touching her intimately. She writhed in the seat in front of him.

“Oh yes, give me it. Fuck me you dirty little boy,” she moaned.

She really has no shame.

“Harder, pound me with your cock.”

Her breath came faster. She wriggled and moaned, acting as though she really was being pounded roughly. Jamie wanted to laugh,