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"Mmm," I groaned when I felt a big thud hit underneath my head. My body faintly twitched as I started to flicker my eyes awake, but once I did, all I saw was darkness. A noisy rumbling rattled into my ears, and my body swerved and thrashed around as I heard loud screeching tires.
"Let me out of here!" I yelled, pounding my fists against the metal frame from inside of the trunk of a vehicle. "You jerk!"
As my body swerved and tossed about again, I felt my babies kicking into my sides.
"It's ok, babies, your Daddy will come for us," I tried calming them as I touched my stomach. "Kai, please help us," I summoned my husband.
Just after I summoned him, I felt the vehicle coming to a slow before halting to a complete stop. Indistinct voices coming from these men approached the vehicle as the engine cut out. With a clunky pop sound, the trunk lid unlocked, and the muffled voices got louder. Fulgent blinding light blurred my vision when the trunk lid flew open, and then someone robust roughly pulled me out of the trunk and hauled me to my feet. It took me a second for my eyes to adjust to the lighting, but once they did, I saw I was inside a warehouse that had these priceless painted portraits that dated back to the 1400s and 1700s.
Not only were there old paintings, but the warehouse was also filled with ancient artifacts that are from around the world. There were monochromatic painted vases and samurai swords from China and Japan. Also, there were Egyptian gold-plated sarcophagi, mummified remains, and other flawlessly polished golden jewelry.
More disturbing, there were elephant tusks and horns from rhinos that were being placed in wooden crates. Moreover, it appeared as if they were wrapping these priceless masterpieces to be sold in an auction.
Two men seized me tightly by each of my upper forearms, and they kept me from going anywhere. Not that I had much of a chance of escaping because the whole warehouse was filled with considerably sized bulky men who were heavily armed with assault rifles, which were undoubtedly illegal to have in America. Those who weren't armed were the ones who were wrapping the artifacts into bubble wrap and foam before shipment. No doubt, I was right in the middle of a black market.
"Let the girl go!" a manly voice commanded as I heard the soles of his heels clanking right up to me.
"Mr. Whitlock," I uttered his name as he came around a hauler.
Each step in his stride was striking with his authority as he approached me. Two burly men stood on both sides of his shoulders as they angled their guns down at the floor.
"So the rumors about you are true," I uttered as the men released me.
"What, that I'm a mafia lord?" Mr. Whitlock snickered. "It's my birthright."
"What do you want with me?" I glared, inquiring for an answer from him.
Mr. Whitlock fiendishly chuckled. "I did warn you. You've known you had this coming, child."
"You a-are going to... kill me," I stuttered, swallowing a hard lump in my throat.
"Indeed."
"I'm pregnant!" I snapped. "How could you do this? Mr. Collin is your business partner! He's your friend! How could you kill his grandchildren!"
Regardless that they were immortal, however, he didn't need to know that part.
"Because you killed my daughter!" he roared.
"I didn't kill Rebecca!" I yelled, stepping forward until the two men yanked me back between them.
"Tell me then, who killed my daughter? Who is the person that removed her heart from her chest?" Mr. Whitlock snarled as darkness glistened across his demented eyes.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I did tell you," I heaved, feeling a sharp pang in my chest.
"Then you'll die," he smirked, pulling a pistol out of the holster he had inside the jacket of his suit.
"My babies are innocent!" I shuddered as they kicked with life.
He laughed. "Look around you, child! The lives of people are nothing more than assets to me. Human tracking and body parts are money in my pocket," he sneered, pointing the handgun at me.
Enmity fumed in my blood, and my shaky knees suddenly stood sturdier. By how my unborn vamp babies were kicking around, I knew they sensed their daddy was nearby to save us. Mafia up against vampires, I knew they would be dead soon. All I had to do was stall them long enough for Kai and his clan to get here.
"Before you kill me, I'll tell you who killed Rebecca," I affirmed, finding my strength as a mother.
"Do enlighten me," Mr. Whitlock glared at me as his finger was on the trigger.
"A vampire whose name was Rex had killed her. He ripped out her heart and ate it right in front of me." I snarled the truth as I saw multiple dark shadows lurking inside the warehouse. He might as well know the truth since he is dead anyway.
Mr. Whitlock and his men laughed throughout the warehouse until his expression was maddened by his execration with me.
"I'll make sure you have a nice funeral," he evilly snickered, and then the trigger was pulled with a loud bang as a shadowy figure crossed in front of me.
Right when Kai took his solid bodily form, the bullet struck him somewhere on his torso.
Mr. Whitlock staggered back as his mouth gaped. "What are— Ahhhhh—" In the middle of his sentence, Kai launched onto his body, and his fangs dug into Mr. Whitlock's neck until his head rolled from his neck.
Then he dashed not too far from me, and he rived his fangs into the next man's neck. Kai's clan swooped in, attacking Mr. Whitlock's buffy men.
Dozens of men blast their firearms, but their attempt to kill the vampires is futile because they are getting taken out one after another.
To the front of my standpoint, on the second floor, Jack was shot in the forehead, but the bullet did not stop him from riveting the man right where he stood when he subdued his neck. With a hiss, his fangs tore into the man's arteries, and then his head plummeted to the first floor. Not too far from my right, Rome tackled a man to the floor, and pinned him on his back. His thick claws sliced straight through his suit and into his flesh, as the man wailed. In mid-air to my left, Ivan was drinking a man's blood from his neck before he threw his dead body away, and he moved on to the next man to eat.
Shrills of horror and terrifying screeches bellowed around me. Thick amounts of blood sprayed and splattered all over the priceless artifacts and portraits. Here and there, vampires mauled these men by ripping their heads, arms, and legs straight out of their joints. Spread throughout the concrete floor, blood was seeping across it as the massacre continued.