Dragon's Secret Baby (Silver Dragon Mercenaries Book 1)

by Sky Winters

  With that, Marion grabbed Adelaide by the wrist and pulled her away from the group. Thorne made eye contact with Adelaide one last time before she vanished into a nearby crowd. He knew this might just have been one of the last times he'd see her.

  "Well!” said Harold. "That appears to be the end of all that. I'd like to thank you all for your wonderful service. I think I just might include a little bonus for all your hard work. Along with some recommendations to some of my other close associates."

  The crew shared pleased looks, but Thorne remained stoic.

  "Not calling it a finished op until the night's over with," he said. "We got through the last week, but that doesn't mean whoever's got their eye on Adelaide isn't still planning on making a move."

  "Oh, don't be such a little worry-wart," said Harold, clapping his hand onto Thorne's shoulder. "Enjoy the evening. Have a drink. Take in the music. Go for a dance with one of the lovely young women in attendance. You've earned it."

  With that, Harold stepped off into the crowd.

  "Maybe he's right, boss," said Mick. "Maybe we can finally chill out after being on edge for the last couple of weeks."

  "Not a chance," said Thorne. "I want you all to stay frosty. You all packing?"

  "Yep," said Hoxson. "As always."

  "Good, because I've got a bad fucking feeling about all this shit. I want all of you to take up perimeter around the hall, with Jace getting high up in case we need some precision shots."

  "Damn, boss," said Jace. "You're not screwing around."

  Thorne wasn't about to ignore the feeling of dread forming in his gut.

  "Get to it."

  The crew headed off, and Thorne strode into the center of the hall. His eyes flicked around the doors, noting that guards were posted here and there. And above him was a grand rotunda of glass that afforded a view of the night sky above.

  Something about all of this struck him as off, and he was going to get to the bottom of what it was.

  He spent the next half-hour casing the joint, checking in with his team to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary.

  "Come in, crew," he said, speaking into his earpiece.

  "Jace here; no sign of anything."

  "Hoxson here. Same."

  "Aside from a few dragons who can't handle their booze," said Corvo, "nothing to report."

  "All's good here, boss," said Mick.

  Thorne shook his head, wondering if this gut feeling was nothing more than his anger at losing Adelaide, giving her up just like that.

  "Wait a minute," he said. "Where's Aurelius?"

  He hadn't heard a word from the last member of his crew since the split up.

  "Aurelius, check in," said Thorne.

  Nothing on the comms.

  "You guys seen him?"

  "Nope," said Corvo. "Neither hide nor hair."

  Tension formed in Thorne's gut. He knew this wasn't right at all. But before he could say another word or even move an inch, the orchestra began playing an upbeat, grand tune that captured the attention of everyone in the hall. At the top of the dual spiral staircases, Harold and Marion Abruzzi emerged from a tall set of doors and stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking the hall.

  "First of all," he started, his voice carrying through the place as the music died down and all eyes turned to him, "I would like to say what an honor it is to see all of you here tonight. This occasion is nothing short of the dreams of this family come true, and to have such company is truly a blessing.

  "And-"

  But before he spoke another word, he stopped. Then, he raised his hand and turned his head away slightly.

  "You know what? I had a grand speech planned and all that, but if you ask me, this day has been too long in the making. So, let's get right to it, shall we?"

  He turned toward the two large doors flanking the large set of doors that he and Marion entered from.

  "Allow me to present to you all, the future of the Abruzzi family: my son Cedric, and his lovely bride-to-be, Adelaide!"

  The band picked up again as the doors opened slowly.

  "Can you believe he's wedding his scion to a human?"

  "Simply unbelievable."

  "And we're meant to praise this or some such."

  The voices of complaint sounded out all around Thorne. All he cared about, however, was the sense of dread that continued to grow in his belly. His eyes fixed on the just-opened doors, and soon the figures of Adelaide appeared in one and Cedric in the other. The music swelled to a triumphant crescendo as the two approached the center of the balcony. Once they arrived, Harold and Marion took the hands of the two of them and raised them up.

  "Simply marvelous!" said Harold, his moment of victory at hand.

  Or so he thought.

  Before he could say another word, a low thud sounded out from the rotunda above. The first noise was ignored, but when the second sounded, followed by the tinny cracking of glass, the eyes of everyone in attendance shot upwards.

  Thorne looked up as well and couldn't believe what he saw: on the rotunda were the forms of three dragons, each preparing to smash through the glass.

  "Get out of the way!" Thorne shouted, hurrying out from under the rotunda.

  A split-second later, the glass gave way with a deafening crash. Enormous shards came crashing to the ground, and Thorne only barely managed to get to cover. Once the rotunda had been broken through, three dragons swooped in from the night sky above, taking places in the hall.

  Members of the crowd fled in a mad panic, and Thorne scanned the scene with eager eyes, knowing that the attack he'd anticipated had come.

  And something else he noticed: one of the dragons was a gleaming, almost chrome silver.

  That can't fucking be, he thought, preparing for a fight.

  The silver dragon landed on the second floor near the Abruzzi family and Adelaide. As he did, another trio of gray dragons flew in through the smashed ceiling and landed among the crowd.

  Fuck, fuck, thought Thorne.

  "Boss, what the fuck!" shouted Corvo through the comms.

  "Just stay put!" responded Thorne. "Don't do anything stupid!"

  "Just what the hell is going on here?" demanded Harold, stepping up to the feet of the silver dragon, not appearing to fear the beast one bit.

  Then the silver dragon shifted, a pair of grays flying to his sides. As the silver assumed human form, Thorne narrowed his eyes in anger as he realized just who it was.

  Aurelius, his own man.

  "Not a move, Abruzzi," he said, a smirk on his face that Thorne could spot even from the distance he stood.

  But Harold wasn't in a mood to listen.

  "You!" he shouted, recognizing Aurelius as a member of the Silver Talons. "Just what…the fuck do you think you're doing?"

  "It's simple," said Aurelius, a smug grin on his pretty features. "I have a client who outbid you for the girl, and I'm going to take her with me. You didn't think that you were the only dragon in this city who knew about her and wanted her for themselves, did you?"

  Thorne's eyes shot to Adelaide, who watched the scene in horror.

  "Boss, what's the move?" said Jace, her voice frantic.

  "Hold for now," said Thorne.

  "You've just made the mistake of your life, you little shit!" hissed Harold. "You and whoever it is you're working for will pay dearly for this!"

  Thorne scanned the room, quickly taking count of the dragons there. Along with Aurelius, he counted six in total. Nothing he and his crew couldn't take, but not if it meant risking Adelaide in the process.

  "Hmm," said Aurelius, crossing his arms under this chest and tossing his loose, black hair over his shoulder. "Does that mean that you're not planning on cooperating?"

  Harold strode right up to Aurelius until he was mere inches from his face.

  "That's precisely what it means. You're a dead man!"

  "Sorry to hear that," said Aurelius.

  Then, nearly instantly, he shifted to his drago
n form. He loomed over the Abruzzi for a moment, scanning them with his piercing blue eyes, which were now narrowing in a scheming expression.

  Thorne realized instantly what was about to happen.

  Aurelius tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and shot out a titanic burst of blue flame over the stage where the Abruzzi stood. The flame consumed Harold and Marion immediately, and with a slight turn of his head, Aurelius pointed the flame at Cedric, who was burned alive before he had a chance to react. When the flame subsided, leaving behind the scorched remains of the Abruzzi family, Thorne knew that the time for standing aside was over. Once he confirmed that Adelaide was still alive, he barked out a command to his crew.

  "Now!" he shouted. "Take them out before he leaves with her!"

  From their positions around the hall, the members of the Silver Talons shifted into their dragon forms. Within seconds, the crew took off, each of them making their way toward the nearest gray dragon. Soon, they were all in the midst of a fearsome battle.

  "I was wondering how long this would take," said Aurelius, his dragon voice deep and resonant. "Thorne, where are you?"

  Thorne quickly shifted into his dragon form and took flight, landing on the balcony just beside Aurelius.

  "Explain yourself, Aurelius!" shouted Thorne, one eye on Adelaide.

  "Thorne!" shouted Adelaide, rushing toward where Thorne stood.

  Before she could reach him, however, Aurelius shot out his claw with lightning speed, snatching Adelaide up and holding her in the air. She screamed frantically as Aurelius held her aloft, and Thorne froze in place.

  "I don't need to explain a damn thing to you," said Aurelius. "I've killed the Abruzzi, I've taken the girl, and now I hold all of the cards."

  "What is this about?" demanded Thorne, his mighty heart pounding. "Money?"

  Aurelius snorted dismissively.

  "You think I would go to all of this trouble for money?" he asked. "I have money; you know who my family is."

  "Then what?"

  "An opportunity to get out from under your wing, so to speak. My clients offered me command of their personal guard should I be able to bring them the girl without a scratch. Such a role is much more fitting of my skills than taking commands from some low-born dragon like yourself."

  Then he turned his gaze to Adelaide, who continued to wriggle in his grasp.

  "Such a valuable thing for a being so fragile," he said. "All it would take is one…little…squeeze. Then, pop! Gone. All that ancient blood splattered on my feet."

  "Don't you fucking dare," said Thorne. "I'd take you apart."

  "Save the machismo," said Aurelius. "This thing is too valuable for me to do something like that. But still, knowing the power that I hold in my grasp…it's certainly something else."

  Thorne stared him down for a long moment.

  "Now, here's what's going to happen," said Aurelius. "I'm going to take her out of here. And if I see a single member of this fucking crew following after me, then I just might have second thoughts about finishing my job. Perhaps I'll give her a little free fall from thousands of feet above the city while you watch."

  "You won't get away with this, you fuck," snarled Thorne.

  "Watch me," said Aurelius.

  Then, with a mighty buffet of his wings, Aurelius lifted into the air, Adelaide screaming in terror all the while. He flew up, through the shattered rotunda, disappearing into the night sky.

  Thorne whipped around, watching the rest of the grays, who were still in the midst of combat with the Silver Talons, preparing to make their escape.

  Not so fucking fast, he thought.

  With incredible speed, Thorne lifted up and flew around the hall moving from one gray to the next and snapping their necks, one by one. Not a single gray escaped, and by the time Thorne was done, the corpses of the dragons lay limply here and there.

  He then shifted back into his human form as his crew gathered at his side, his eyes on the ink-black sky visible through the shattered glass above.

  CHAPTER 12

  "This is her? She's so…small."

  The man in the throne before Adelaide looked at her with some hybrid expression of disdain and curiosity. He was a lanky man with broad shoulders, long blonde hair, and a gaunt face dominated by a long, beak-like nose. The room where they were was a grand throne room in the top floor penthouse of a tower in Midtown Manhattan. A massive window behind the thrones looked out onto the evening city.

  "I'm not sure what you were expecting," said Aurelius, who stood at Adelaide's side. "On the outside, she appears to be a human like any other. But, like all great things, it's what's on the inside that counts."

  "And the blood work came back positive?" asked the woman who sat on the smaller throne to the man's left, a witch-like woman with a bony face and handsome features.

  "Of course, it did," said Aurelius. "I wouldn't be wasting your time if it didn't."

  "And you just brought her here through the sky?" asked the man. "Not exactly the most low-key strategy."

  "I figured the matter was important enough that I could risk it. Besides, no one ever believes dragon sightings."

  Adelaide, the flight through the skies of the city still fresh in her mind, could stay silent no longer.

  "Who are you?" she demanded.

  The man raised an eyebrow.

  "She's going to need to learn to keep quiet," he said. “I intend for her to be a dragon-breeder, not a conversation partner."

  "She's been with the rest of the Silver Talons for the last week," said Aurelius. "You'll have to forgive her for thinking that a human like her can speak with dragons as though they're her equals."

  "I don't have to do a damn thing," said the man. "But I suppose I can indulge her one question."

  He turned to Adelaide, his watery blue eyes fixed on her.

  "I am Martin Van Horne," he said, placing his bony hand on his chest, "And this is my wife, Cecelia. We're your new owners. And you are to be our pet."

  "'Pet'?" asked Adelaide.

  "That's right," said Martin. "I know of the blood that's in your veins, and now that you belong to me, I intend to put it to good use. You're to be a mother, you see."

  "A mother many times over," said Cecelia. "You'll have so many children that you won't know what to do with them."

  Adelaide felt sick to her stomach, the thoughts of the child already inside of her at the forefront of her mind.

  "And you…killed the Abruzzi?" she said. "Just like that, so you could have me to yourself?"

  "That's precisely correct," said Martin. "You didn't think they would be the only dragons in this city who wanted you, did you?"

  "We've been working with little Aurelius here since before this mission of the Silver Talons even began," said Cecelia. "Each of the elder dragon families in the city have been searching for one like you, one with your blood, for years. And once we learned that there was one within reach, there was nothing that we wouldn't do to get our hands on you.

  "And I was more than happy to take advantage of all of this," said Aurelius, a smirk on his face. "So, I assume that I can have my reward now?"

  "Yes, yes," said Martin with impatience. "You'll get all of that. But first, we need to confirm that she is who she says she is."

  "The samples that I took aren't good enough?" asked Aurelius.

  "Well, no," said Cecelia. "Believe it or not, we're going to trust the word of our own people rather than that of a traitor with something to gain from all of this."

  "Fine," said Aurelius. "As long as I can look forward to the command you promised me."

  "You'll have all that and more in time," said Martin. "But for now, I want you to take her to the lab down the hall and perform some blood work. Confirm that the ancients still live in her veins."

  "Very good," said Aurelius.

  With that, he grabbed Adelaide by the arm and led her out of the hall.

  "You're not going to get away with this," hissed Adelaide once the two of them
were alone.

  "I already have, you damned fool," said Aurelius. "Once they confirm you are who I've said you are, my job will be done, and you'll be ready to settle into your new role as a broodmare for the Van Hornes. Not a life I envy, but at least you'll still have your life."

  "You're scum, you know that?" said Adelaide as they approached the doors of the lab. "You betrayed your own people just for power. You're a traitor, and the Van Hornes will never trust you."

  "Oh, enough," said Aurelius. "And I couldn't be happier to get out from under the thumb of that old fool Thorne. I swear, doing pathetic work like that for a pittance – what was my family thinking in having me sign up for a job like that? Being the lowest man on the totem pole for a group of roughnecks like the Silver Talons – it's beneath me."

  He pulled the door to the lab open, revealing a small space packed with medical supplies and equipment.

  "Sit that little ass of yours down," he said, making his way over to the equipment and removing blood work supplies.

  A syringe in hand, he approached Adelaide's side.

  "You know, you really are a looker," he said getting the needle ready. "Maybe once the Van Hornes have gotten the brood they want out of you they'll let me have a little fun."

  "Fuck you," said Adelaide.

  "That's the idea," said Aurelius.

  Before she could respond, he jammed the needle into her arm and filled it with dark red blood.

  "Now," he said. "Be a good girl for a moment while I run these tests. Not a peep."

  Adelaide's stomach flipped-flopped with anxiety as Aurelius ran the tests. The minutes ticked by slowly, and she knew it was only a matter of time before her secret was revealed.

  "What the fuck?" said Aurelius, looking at the display on the computer in front of him. "This can't be right."

  He marched over to Adelaide, his hands on his hips.

  "You're pregnant?"

  With a quick motion, he grabbed the fabric of her dress over her stomach and ripped it open, revealing the small baby bump.

  "Unbelievable," he said, shaking his head. "This is…this is bad."