Goodbye My Love pt 27 (Family Secret)

Noel

I was on the fence whether or not I should take this step. The death of that woman in front of my place was a message.

Eliza and Peter are going to do what they feel is necessary to get what they want. This is my territory. I may have not flexed my muscles to enforce who I am, due to the docile nature of the nighter’s that live here.

But it does not mean that I won’t. I made sure the place was locked up tight before I went over the Darlene’s place when I heard a knock on my back door.

Before answering it, I went to my stash of blood that I held in my private fridge.  I punctured the bag to get the blood down my throat as fast I could.

I went to the back and there they were. Standing side by side. Eliza with a gleam in her eyes and Peter acting like he rather be someplace else than here at the moment.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t be mad Noel. When we left her in front of your place her heart did not stop beating yet. You were just to slow to get to her.”

I wanted to kill Eliza that minute. Looking at Peter I spit my question at him.

“You were the one that compelled that crowd?”

He looked at me as if that was nothing. To control a mass that size was something he could do in his sleep.

“Noel we are going to take this city. You only got a taste of what I am capable of. The both of you are years younger than I am and you both seem to have forgotten.”

Eliza glanced at Peter but let what he said pass over her like a breeze. She did not care. Her concentration was on me.

“You block this, and I will take that little pacifier of a woman you been sucking on and toss her away.”

I stood my ground. My teeth began to descend from my anger.

“We will leave you with that in mind. I always loved a good brunette.” Eliza said then turned to walk away.

Peter was right behind her. For nighter who is more powerful than us as he claims acts as if he cannot do a thing without Eliza pulling his string.

I slammed the door and went straight for my phone. Dialed a number that I never thought I would have to.

“Hey” a deep voice on the other end said knowing it was me.

“It is time to come home.”

That night I went to Darlene’s and spent as much energy out on her as her body would allow. I took to the line between pleasure and pain several times. On the final round, when her body trembled uncontrollably, I bit her deeply pushing her over.

She fell asleep from exhaustion, and I lay awake thinking of what was to come.

Two Days Later

It was Friday night and the shop was at its easy pace with the customers. I have not heard anything from Eliza and Peter, but I feel it in my gut something is coming.

“Hey boss there is a guy out here saying that the coffee is terrible, and he wants the fresh stuff in the back,” Sammy said.

“What?”

“He is going to make a scene if you don’t handle this.” She said then went back out.

I went to the front to see who was complaining. He was sitting in the booth at the left of the shop. I stormed over to him, and he stood the minute I was there, and I saw a pair of eyes that I had not seen for a very long time.

“Nickle?”

“Hey, bro. Don’t you think I am too old to be called Nickle?”

We hugged each other longer than its customary but who gave a shit.

Nickols is home.

Darlene

I hate this assignment. They will not stop changing the floor plan and lately, it seems that they have it out for me.

The two main people keep staring at me like a piece of meat. Penny and Lance noticed it too.

They said that they invited us to go to the club to unwind. I don’t want to unwind with them.

I told them that they could go and tell me how it went. Of course, they gave me the party pooper speech and how I do not want to spend any time with them anymore.

I promised I will go to a different bar with them next week. they took that and I left work as quick as I could. I needed to get away from them.

I walked into the elevator and two women who were new to the company were talking about nighter’s.

“Did you hear about that woman who was killed in front of that coffee shop. I heard that hot owner is a nighter. It could be someone going after him just used her as a message.”

I turned to look at them.

“A woman was killed?”

“Yeah, where have you been. She had her throat torn out. she kind of looked like you.” The woman said.

The door opened and I ran in my two-inch pumps to the coffee shop. I needed to see Noel as fast as I could.

(Are you feeling the build. Let me know if you like it so far.)