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Chapter 15: Blood Money The discovery sat in my stomach like lead. I spent the entire next day moving through my work on autopilot, but my mind kept circling back to those wire transfers. Hundreds of thousands of dollars funneled to my parents right before and after our wedding. The timing was too precise. Too convenient.

I crouched down until my eyes were level with his. Looking into his bloodshot, despairing eyes, I pronounced his death sentence clearly, word by word: "Gavin, you still think that as long as you have money, as long as you are willing to bow your head, there is nothing in this world that can't be fixed." "But you forgot." "Some blood cannot be washed clean with money." With that, I stood up, no longer looking at his face which had instantly turned ashen. "Someone, carry him back to his tent."

“Your money means nothing to me and will get you nowhere.” “What is it you want then Vampire?” They chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry wolf, you’ll get me what I want soon enough, but for now you are one less scum tainting the blood supply.” “I don’t understand. They are only humans and women at that. How is my capture solving anything?” “All life is precious. Apparently your greed for money has made you forget that. Humans are my source of food.You had 176 women and children in your cargo hold. Your distribution of drugs taints the blood supply.” Okay, I understood their logic to a point, but it still didn’t tell me how I was going to help them get whatever they wanted. “Tell me Vampire, how do

“So long as you provide a cup of blood for my friend’s company every ten days, you’ll be paid 50,000 per donation.” Her eyes widened. I felt her hope and apprehension spiraling through my blood and took hold of it, tugging at it gently to get a better sense of how much she needed and what it would take to get her to agree. She needed it desperately and immediately. Whatever it was, it felt more important to her than even her schooling and her future. “In… cash?” She eyed me. “No one carries that kind of cash around.” “In liquid funds,” I shrugged. “Transfer, direct deposit—as good as cash.” I said, still a bit fuzzy about what difference it made. If humans had simply continued using simple c

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

Rachel asked though I could already guess what Art was going to answer. "Blood money is a big motivator. Blood is a big motivator. This world is made up of more monsters than you know, Rachel. We're all slaves to the blood trade in one way or another. Now I just need permission to start looking into Elena Campbell." "If you're asking me for it? You have it. Just. Tell me everything. No matter what you find out. I want to know. Deal?" Art offered her his hand and I released my grip on her arm so she could shake it with the firmest grip her shaking hand could manage.

She added. “I suppose you weren't informed, now were you?” Chase asked with a smirk on his face. “Your parents did not tell you that they owed us a lot of money and had to compensate with some of the Allen properties, as they couldn’t cover the huge the huge sum?” Carl asked and smiled as he saw Madison’s frown deepen. “That’s not true!” Madison yelled while shaking her head in denial. “Oh?” Chase chuckled. “You can ask them yourself.” He simply said and leaned back on the cushion, with a leg above the other.

“They’re mercs. Paid soldiers. Insurance policies waiting to be cashed. It’s off the books, off the grid. They’re just weapons for hire.” Fiona limps over, drops beside me, her head against my shoulder. “Whoever’s behind this has money to burn and too much power. Hell, maybe the president’s got your photo framed above his desk.” Drake pulls us both in tighter. For a moment, all we can do is breathe. And wait for the next war.

"And the blackmail rings — politicians, cops, judges. Anyone who stood in his way ended up on his payroll... or in a fucking grave." We sat in silence, knowing this ran deeper than betrayal. This was a rot that went all the way to the bone. Clayton flicked his ash into a half-empty whisky glass. "He wants to crown himself Godfather of an empire of blood and bones. We spent hours piecing together the puzzle, cross-referencing accounts, uncovering shipments disguised as charity work, and tracing blood money funnelled through offshore banks. Every discovery made my skin crawl. Each lie from Dontrell twisted the knife deeper.

I was getting pissed; this bastard had the guts to call me. “What if I turn myself in? Will you be paying me the promised money?” He asked cynically. “Devon, we all know dead men don't need money.” He let out a satisfying laugh. Oh, I think we do; we need money for a lot of things, like getting the infamous Mr. Bloodhound’s number.”. “I guess I'm also worth a lot after all.” “Why don't we stop all this patronizing and get to the deal?” he said.