I inhaled trying to stifle the moan that tried to escape my lips from the sensation of my soft body coming in contact with his hard muscular one. He carried me toward three black SUVs. There were more soldiers waiting at the trucks for us.
The man who had kidnapped me took off his jacket.
“Okay, listen up! From this point on you need to keep your eyes open. He is untrained, but he's still a Slayer; making him more dangerous than you can ever imagine. Once we get to the plane, we can relax a bit. But till then, keep your eyes peeled and your finger on the trigger. As soon as he shows up, I want him dead!”
“Put her in the truck.”
The man carrying me sat me on the seat and then clicked the seatbelt around me. But this only irritated the man who had kidnapped me.
“What are you doing?” He spat. “Beat it! What the hell is this, click it or ticket?” The soldier hung his head.
“Sorry boss.” He muttered, shutting my door. I was glad he put on my seat belt. Their boss slid in the seat next to me. While one soldier got behind the wheel and another in the passenger seat. The soldier in the passenger seat held a huge gun in his hand.
Dear God, who was this Slayer they were afraid of? I frowned trying to remember where I heard that name before. The drugs had my mind so muddled, I could not hold on to a whole thought before I was thinking about sex again.
Damn Shanice! She put me on a silver platter for this bastard!
When the truck began moving, he began to talk.
“Now, where was I? Oh yes! My name given to me at birth was Altar, but that was a long, long time ago. However, you may have known me by my other names, Hannibal, Toussaint Louverture, or one in particular…” He leaned in close till his lips were pressed up against my ear.
“Mayor Davenport…” He whispered.
I closed my eyes trying to hear past my lust. My body was throbbing in its need for stimulation. But I tried hard to focus on his words. Did he just tell me he was Hannibal, the great general who defeated Rome?
No, that can't be. I needed to clear my mind.
“Or shall I say, the last time you saw me, I was in the body of one of my many hosts. The devilishly handsome Mayor Davenport, but you…” He waved his finger at me.
“You destroyed that body. Good thing for you we had extras, or you would be a wanted woman and we couldn't have that, now could we?” I moaned when he brought his tongue out and traced my ear with it.
No Yasmin! Focus! Extras? He said there were extras!
Oh, my God! The drug had my mind so muddled that I couldn't comprehend what he was telling me. What did he mean extras?
The smile left his face. “I am disappointed in you. You ran away from me and married a Slayer. Now before I can sample your sweetness, I must first kill him.”
He squeezed my leg to the point of pain. I tried to cry out, but my vocal cords weren’t working right.
“I know my love, it pains me too. I can smell your arousal, and there is nothing that I would enjoy more than giving you the relief your body needs. But, because of the folly of a few, we can no longer lay with the daughters of men if they are already in a covenant.”
He shrugged. “I know it sounds dumb, but it is what it is. So, because of that your husband has to die! I tried to warn you before you married the human. Tell me... do you have your phone on you?”
He reached out and clutched my thighs. I had to close my eyes and press my lips together to keep from moaning. I'll be damned if I let this monster know that his touch was arousing me.
“Yes.” He muttered watching me closely as he let his hand travel slowly up my thighs.
“I like Shanice taste in opiate. She would have made for a nice toy. Too bad the Slayer is going to destroy her. Poor soul, she really thought she would be able to enjoy blood money.” He shook his head before pulling my phone out my pocket holding it up.
“Are you aware that your husband tracks your every move?” I frowned at the phone. He laughed.
“Yeah, he sure does. I'm counting on…” He never got the words fully out his mouth before something heavy fell from the overpass to land on the hood of the truck. The driver slammed on the brakes as the truck tilted straight up in the air from the sudden impact on the hood. And time seemed to stand still.
A scream tore from my throat as I went flying forward only to be stopped by the seat belt. My eyes widened as my brain began to identify the object that had brought the truck to a complete stop. I would recognize those rage filled eyes anywhere. A strong sensation swept through me stealing my breath. Altar and the driver both went flying forward through the front window.
The truck slammed back to the ground. Outside of my breath being slammed out of me, I was unharmed. But I couldn't say the same about the men who had just flown through the window. There was a deep dent in the hood. It looked like the truck had hit a tree. The truck in front of us and in the back came to a complete stop.
Mayor Davenport... I mean Altar, was laid out in front of the truck next to the driver, who I’m positive was dead. The soldier that was in the passenger seat shook his head trying to clear it. The only reason he had not flown out of the
