Chapter 4 - Demon's Pleasure“Pay up, Stefan.”
Stefan's gaze was pulled from the sight of watching the two women strolling down the tunnel toward the exit. Mainly he was watching Sabrina. He narrowed his eyes at Russ Styles, his second in command.
“I'll have to get it for you.” He sniffed indignantly, adding, “I don't happen to carry around a bank roll tonight.”
“One hundred bucks?” Styles snorted, black eyes glittering, the white of his teeth contrasted against his cocoa-colored skin.
“I have no cash on me,” Stefan re-worded his original answer. “I'll get it to you. Later.”
Styles didn't move. He stared at the two human women walking out of the room. “I'd like to get my fangs into that one on the right.”
Stefan turned to sneer at him, he almost hissed with irritation. He'd meant Sabr
