Fated Mate
With no one to back him up, Ashat would be an easy target, well not so easy, just difficult to handle.
“Finally! I’m going to enjoy killing you, Ashat.”
* * * *
Ash, Joe and Billy staggered into the pizzeria. It was half an hour to closing time and they were the only ones left in the restaurant. They may prefer blood, but they still ate human food, and pizza was Joe’s favorite. Ashat and Billy sat in a booth while Joe placed their orders at the counter.
“We should have asked how fast they could make twenty pizzas. I think the alcohol is starting to lose its effects.” Billy held three fingers in front of his face. He held them away before he pulled them closer then held them away again.
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