Fiero only had a few hours of sleep because he was thinking of what happened with Gobert. He spent the early hours of the next day waiting for any news from the Elites regarding the job he gave them.
He had his third cup of coffee, pacing back and forth across his hotel suite’s living room. His bare chest, exposed between the opening of his robe rise and falls as he breathes in his frustrations.
Whoever is that man, the vampire who is working underground illegally, he will make sure to stop him at all costs so his friend will have a peaceful life with his beloved.
Fiero was looking out his floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks New York’s concrete jungle when he heard the doorbell ring. He let out a loud huff and snapped his fingers, opening the door.
“What is this I am hearing tha
