Vradin, Chapter Twenty-Four

I didn’t even think about condoms until the next morning. The sex with Tank curled my toes and brought mini-gasms like a muther just from the memory of it. I also felt healthier, stronger, and like the world was this beautiful dance that I could not screw up. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Twenty-Four”

Vradin, Chapter Twenty-Three

The detectives asked some very detailed questions of Tank and myself, and they went back over the statements that Jody and I gave last night to “clear up” some vagueness in what the responding officer wrote in his report. They asked a couple questions about our interactions with my cousin, but nothing that seemed all that ominous. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Twenty-Three”

Vradin, Chapter Twenty-One

I felt horribly embarrassed. I mean, yeah, that moment Tank first looked at me there was this instant of amazing heat, and I could have sworn the man was knocked to his knees, metaphorically speaking, by our mutual attraction. And then he tells me to put more clothes on, and I realize that not only is Dan there, but two guys in suits. Strangers. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Twenty-One”

Vradin, Chapter Twenty

Fergusson noticed the monitor. “You have the street under surveillance?”

“My neighbors’ and I, yes, we do.” Tank made a few gestures on the surface of the monitor, changing the camera to continue showing the sedan.

“All of your neighbors are in on this?” Fergusson asked with some skepticism.

Tank shrugged. “We bought the neighborhood because it was a decently defensible area.”

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Vradin, Chapter Nineteen

Zoe blinked up at him, tears trailing down her cheeks. “Hey,” she croaked out.

“You alright? I thought I heard you call out,” Tank said, voice soft and trying to project mellow vibes as he eased into the room. Fergusson was right behind him, trailed by Jody.

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Vradin, Chapter Seventeen

When I woke up the next morning, I have to admit, I was a little out of it. Nothing felt right. There was too much light in the room, for one, and that stroked the dim throbbing in the back of my head rather the same way running your hand from tail to head up a cat’s spine strokes their fur. The room smelled, well, wrong, and I felt kind of queasy from that. The blankets were too heavy, making me feel like someone was trying to trap me. I struggled out of them, only to start shivering as I clambered out of the bed. Continue reading “Vradin, Chapter Seventeen”