Moonlight Lovers

Nineteen

BORIS Octavius’s strong arms were stretched as he gripped the headboard of the bed. Underneath him, a woman was writhing painfully, screaming both in agony and pleasure, as he forced in and out of her.

He grabbed the woman’s hair, her eyes looking lost and unconscious. He clenched his jaw in annoyance and dug his fangs onto her neck, which elicited an anguished squeal from the woman.

Outside the closed door, Asmodeus Müller was feeling uneasy. That bastard is going to kill my business, he complained in his head.

Boris Octavius came to his brothel earlier that evening asking for two women. Asmodeus almost didn’t want to allow the superior blood being to get inside his business, but Boris paid him handsomely. He immediately leads the vampire to one of his best rooms upstairs and calls on the girls who were available that night.

The two women he picked passed out only after an hour later, as it was their first time to have s*x with a vampire. Boris called for another one and Asmodeus decided to send in one of the girls whom he has had s*x with before. It has been a few hours since then.

Asmodeus shook his head, mentally counting how much he was going to lose this time for the number of days those girls would not come to work due to their…injury. And this thing always happens when Boris comes to his business.

After a few more hours, the door opened and Boris was walking out of the room. He was changing into his clothes while he was getting out the door. “Go and check if she’s still alive,” he said.

Asmodeus hurried inside the room, placing two fingers on the woman’s neck where he could feel her pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt that the woman still had a pulse.

He asked one of his workers to attend to the woman that Boris left in the room and to call the local doctor. Afterward, he followed the vampire to the first floor of his shabby establishment where a small bar offered local drinks to the bordello’s patrons. Blood beings never sit on that bar. Their wealthy taste buds are very difficult to please. The only thing that their kind probably shares the same amount of interest in is s*x.

Asmodeus sat on the vacant seat next to Boris. “I’m going to have to charge you extra for the dents on the wall,” he said in a business as usual tone. “And the broken headboard—you always break my beds, Octavius,” he said through gritted teeth.

Boris glanced at him. “Is that all?”

He huffed. “You know, you are really different from your brother. Actually, if Hosmurg never told me about what happened to the two of you, I’d say you only belong to the same coven and nothing else.”

Boris paused. “You sound like you’ve met my brother.”

“Who doesn’t know about your family?”

Boris sneered. “So, what, did you bring him here to get an additional client for extra cash?”

Asmodeus shrugged. “Roald asked me. He paid really well. Now that man knows how to tip. You could learn from him.”

Boris gripped the glass in his hands. He finished the drink and got up from the chair. “I’ll send someone over next week to settle the money I owe you.”

ROALD Hosmurg spun around as soon as the door to his office in Courthall swung open. He wasn’t surprised when he saw Boris Octavius, glaring at him. “Oh, Boris. You’re here?”

Before he could invite the man to sit, he had already made himself comfortable in one of the leather chairs in his office. Boris was glaring at him, but Roald just dismissed it. Boris Octavius always looks like he’s ready to chew someone’s head off. And it’s not like it scared him anyway. “I just want to see how you are doing, Hosmurg.”

“I’m well, thank you. Since when did you ever worry about me?”

“Since Müller told me something interesting,” Boris replied.

Roald stopped. He looked up from the documents he was reading behind his desk to his guest. “Did he?”

Without asking for his permission, Boris reached for the silver bottle laying on the table in front of him. He opened one and sniffed what’s inside. “Yes. He said you took my brother to Asmodeus’s bordello.”

“Is it wrong to help your brother to control his piling violations against the council? I don’t think so.”

“You are meddling! I was trying to teach that bastard a lesson!”

“By starving him? Until he could no longer contain his urge and will go out seeking for blood again? Is that what you’re expecting to happen? You’re a member of the council, Boris. You should do better than that.”

Boris threw the bottle to Roald who, without even looking, caught it in one hand. Roald placed the bottle on the table. He looked at Boris. “Aren’t you glad that your brother is doing great, Octavius?”

“His continued existence is the reason our coven is under scrutiny by the legislature as of late,” Boris added, his jaw tightened. “He had no reason to embarrass me like that, not when I was the reason that he could still walk around for centuries.”

Roald grinned. “Your brother is not like you. If he is doing things that don’t go your way, it is because he has his way of resolving matters on his own. But I’m sure Godric never means to disrespect your coven.”

Boris was silent. He stood up and headed to the door. “You better wish your old apprentice keeps on his toes. Even if he’s my brother, I will not hesitate to present his head to the council if he makes another mistake.”

Roald exasperatedly sighed when the door closed after Boris left. He wasn’t expecting this would happen when he asked Asmodeus to take Godric to his brothel. The i***t probably told Boris himself.

When it was already half an hour before six o’clock in the evening, Roald decided to leave for Clairhill remembering he is supposed to meet an acquaintance tonight. He reached Clairhill by car in an hour. He stopped outside a modest-looking house. The porch lights were on, so he was sure someone was home. Roald got off the car and walked warily to the door, looking around him to make sure no one had followed him.

When the leaf of the door opened, he was greeted with a smile by a woman. “Roald! You finally came!”

“Good to see you, Dahlia.”