Bad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances: Paranormal Romance Boxed Set

by Jennifer Ashley

  Negative. Roche has brought in about two dozen of his men. They’re crawling through the place, all armed, all prepared to die to protect dark flame.

  Fergus’s nostrils flared. His nose elongated slightly then returned to normal, evidence of how quickly the shifters could transform. He made a chuffing sound, like a snort but held at the back of the throat. Not sure I can hold my men back. Do you know how many dead shifter females have been found in the Graveyard, each lit up with flame markings on their bodies? Countless over the years and all because of men like Roche.

  Brannick felt Fergus’s frustration. The alpha was a careful leader but passionate, like most wolves, including in battle. He wouldn’t want to back down from a chance to destroy Roche’s factory. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do to prevent him, but he’d think of something. Forming a resistance was the way to go. He felt it in his vampire bones.

  He started to address Fergus, but the air around him changed. He blinked because he could see the edges of a dreamglide but from the position of real-time.

  What the hell?

  And something more.

  A dark, familiar chemical odor.

  Like witch smoke.

  Shit.

  Roche was making his move.

  He felt his vampire shield disintegrate.

  The wolves began another round of automatic gunfire, aiming at both sides of the room. He had to lead Roche away from Fergus and his men. He levitated out of the foyer and into the living room, but was suddenly knocked flat from behind.

  He lay on the carpet near the couch, struggling to get up.

  Fergus called out. “Brannick, what the fuck are you doing?”

  He started to answer, but was suddenly swept into a dreamglide, and not his own. In real-time, he could tell he’d passed out. A dense black smoke with a chemical stench like the one at the cottage surrounded him. With difficulty, he rolled onto his back. He found it hard to breathe.

  The smoke began to peel away until Roche was visible, with his red hair and small, feral eyes.

  “Having fun, Brannick?”

  “Sure. And you?” Brannick tried to sit up, but the spell pinned him to the floor. “I see you’re in thick with the dark witches.”

  Roche crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you really think you had the fae chops to take me on? You’re a vampire and what brute strength you possess isn’t any good in my domain.” He spread his arm through the air, indicating the space around him. His smile was cruel.

  Brannick looked around as best he could. He took stock of the situation, but it wasn’t good. He was definitely in Roche’s dreamglide.

  “The moment you and Juliet stole Mary from me, I headed over to Elegance and paid a lot of money for both spells.

  “The first one worked brilliantly until you got involved. Fortunately, I had this one as a back-up and it’ll keep you right where I want you. There’s no escape now, Officer Brannick, and yes, I intend to kill you in the dreamglide and you will be dead in real-time. It doesn’t always work that way, but it will by my hands.”

  The dreamglide began to move.

  ***

  Before Juliet even entered Roche’s home, she knew something was wrong. She could feel it.

  She tried to contact Brannick telepathically but got no response. The vampire was in trouble.

  She tried Fergus next. I can’t reach Brannick.

  Juliet?

  I’m here, outside the front door. What’s going on?

  We’ve got trouble, he said.

  Okay to come in?

  Yes. The gun battle is almost over, but something happened to Brannick. He took several steps into the living room, then collapsed. I can see that he’s breathing, but I’m pretty sure Roche has him, maybe in a dreamglide. I’m not familiar enough with your fae world to be sure.

  Okay. She warned Fergus that she was shielded, then opened the door. I’m coming in.

  The moment she stepped into the large foyer, she felt the battle fury that circled through the air and kept the Savage warriors revved up.

  Fergus, I’m behind you about three feet.

  Keep your head down. A couple of Roche’s men are still fighting. Don’t want you to get hit by a stray bullet.

  Juliet dropped into a crouch. From her proximity to the door, she couldn’t see Brannick. But she knew she had to get to him.

  Her senses told her he was unconscious and lying not far from where Roche had originally shot her up with dark flame.

  Roche had him. No question about it.

  Sitting on the floor, she slipped into her dreamglide. Before she began her hunt for Brannick, she circled the perimeter of the dream-space. Agnes had completely rebuilt her block, though even stronger than before.

  Still, she felt the need to be as quiet as possible. She didn’t want anything fae to leak her presence to Roche.

  She very carefully attempted to contact Brannick again telepathically. For the moment, she would wait to move her dreamglide.

  Brann, I’m here, in Roche’s house. Can you hear me?

  She listened.

  But nothing returned.

  Brann?

  It was such a complete silence.

  Yet, at a vast distance, as though from the earth to the moon, she could feel Brannick in Roche’s dreamglide. Despite the faintness of the sensation, she knew he was still somewhere in Roche’s home.

  Roche hadn’t taken Brannick far away at all, though she suspected he’d done it for a reason, possibly using Brannick as bait.

  Juliet thought for a moment. Brannick’s life was in danger, but she knew her faeness wouldn’t be enough to get to him. Rather than call on her fae abilities, she accessed what was direct, bold and very vampire.

  She glanced down at her black leathers, made in Brannick’s mold. She wasn’t just fae anymore, but something else, something more.

  She was done thinking the situation through. Action was required.

  She contacted Fergus again. I’m going after Brannick in the dream-world and I’m going in shielded. When you’ve secured the halls, I’ll need you to guard both of us in real-time in case Roche sends more of his men up from the factory. I’ll be stretched out beside Brannick near the couch off to the right. You won’t be able to see me until I release my shield, but I’ll be there. Do you understand?

  Got it.

  Can you guard us?

  Hell, yeah, we can. Go get our brother.

  It was such a bizarre thing to hear a wolf refer to a vampire as his brother. I will.

  With the gunfire stalled out, Juliet raced across the room and dropped down next to Brannick. All she had to do now was steal her way into Roche’s dreamglide without being detected.

  Given Roche’s level of power, as well as the fact he’d been able to abduct Brannick, she wondered if she had a chance in hell of coming out of this alive.

  ***

  Brannick had heard Juliet call to him telepathically, though her voice had sounded as though she was using a tin can and a string. He knew something else as well, that if he’d responded, Roche would have known that Juliet was in the vicinity. He thanked his fae abilities for the wisdom to keep silent.

  But he also knew he was done for and Juliet needed to keep her distance.

  Roche had moved the dreamglide out of the living room and took Brannick down the hall to his study. Most of Roche’s fae warriors lay dead, the two remaining on this side of the house were hunched over and waiting for Fergus and his men to attack.

  Once within the study, Roche had demanded that Brannick contact Juliet to draw her into his web, but Brannick had refused.

  Roche had never stopped moving from the time he’d brought Brannick into his dreamglide. He walked in a slow circle around Brannick. He could feel the witch’s spell tightening the invisible binds on him. Roche murmured something incomprehensible, probably part of the be-spelling process. The stench around Roche’s dreamglide had become thick and nauseating.

  When Roche arrived back at hi
s starting point, Brannick could no longer even move his head. He was frozen in place.

  “So here we are.” Roche smiled. “Tell me, Officer, how long have you been screwing Juliet in the dreamglide?”

  “None of your fucking business.” He could move his lips but just barely. He felt as though he had steel cables around different parts of his body, including his head, anchoring him to the floor of the dreamglide.

  Roche moved to a side table and pulled open a draw. The long dagger he took out told Brannick exactly what Roche intended his fate to be.

  His life didn’t flash before his eyes, but his time with Juliet did. In a swift movie-like flow, he saw her from the beginning at the White Flame club then in all the conversations they’d shared in the dreamglide as well as each time they’d made love. He thought the collected images poetic because of Juliet and her style, the flow of her dresses and skirts, the wild nature of her hair and the way her dark blue eyes glimmered when he was with her.

  He loved the woman and wished more than anything his time with her wouldn’t end. He felt like he’d just gotten started.

  Suddenly, her voice was in his head again. I’m here Brann, inside Roche’s dreamglide, cloaked like a vampire. But don’t look around and try to find me. Roche is focused completely on you and on holding the spell.

  The sound of Juliet’s voice within his mind invaded his chest, warming him as it always had. You’re saying Roche doesn’t know you’re here?

  Not even a little.

  Fear rushed at him at what Roche would do to her if he caught her in his dreamglide. Juliet, you should leave now, before he kills you as well.

  Not going anywhere, vampire, so get used to it. We’re partners, remember?

  Roche moved to stand next to him. He flipped the dagger, catching it in his hand. “I’ll give you one last chance to bring Juliet to me or tonight you breathe your last.”

  Brannick smiled, one of the few movements he could make given the spell. “Fuck you, Roche. You and all your kind.”

  Roche’s red brows rose. “You mean fae?” he asked sarcastically. “But I thought you had a thing for Juliet?”

  “I wasn’t referring to fae, but to you and your scum-sucking, drugged out cronies. May you all rot in hell.”

  “You first.” Roche slowly lifted the dagger high overhead, his lips pulled back in a vicious grin, teeth bared.

  Brannick had no idea what Juliet planned to do, but he wasn’t surprised when she shot at Roche from the side, stretched out in a horizontal levitation just like at the sex club.

  When she struck, Roche flew sideways through the air. He lost control of the dagger, hit the blurred wall and fell to the floor.

  Brannick felt the spell give way a little. He could move his legs sideways and lift his head and neck. But his chest was still bound tight. If she continued battling Roche, he might be able to work himself free.

  He kept his gaze anywhere but on Juliet, hoping to keep Roche from figuring out where she was.

  But Roche took a moment, waved his hand, then smiled. He’d removed her vampire shield and could see her now.

  She went after him again, feet first, speeding toward him.

  But Roche stood upright and with a flip of his hands sent her spiraling.

  Brannick thought she was done for, but to his amazement, she caught and righted herself midair. She had a fervor in her eyes he’d never seen before. She looked almost wild. Her hair had come undone so that as she moved, her long curls flew about in a torrential mass.

  She came after Roche, feigning a punch with her right fist. He ducked, but she brought her leg up in a hard kick. Roche was unprepared and flew against the desk.

  She chased him down, feet first again and punched him in the back. Brannick heard a solid crack, ribs or spine, maybe.

  Roche groaned heavily and slid to the floor.

  Brannick felt the band on his chest loosen a little and his legs were now completely free as was his right arm. The dagger wasn’t far but he still couldn’t reach it. If he could get to it, one careful throw and Roche would be finished for good.

  He watched Juliet prepare for another attack. She moved to the far corner to gain distance in order to pick up speed. She catapulted herself in his direction.

  But at the last moment, Roche whipped out of the way. Her momentum caused her to flip over as she righted herself. Roche levitated and caught her from behind in a chokehold.

  Brannick’s muscles flexed in his arms and legs. He needed to get to her, to help her.

  But Juliet wasn’t done. She held onto Roche’s arms, using the leverage to kick backwards at him. Unfortunately, she couldn’t connect. Roche was bigger and stronger. He simply held her upright, off her feet and let her flail.

  Roche stared at Brannick smiling.

  Brannick had to do something.

  Fergus.

  Of course. Brannick wasn’t sure if he could pull it off, but he would sure as hell try. He focused on the wolf and contacted him telepathically. Fergus, we need help in Roche’s dreamglide. Now.

  Two seconds passed, then Fergus’s sawdust voice broke through. Beam me up.

  His choice of words almost made Brannick smile.

  The next moment, Fergus arrived, gun in hand. But Roche saw him. “I’ll snap her neck, wolf.”

  Brannick knew there was one more thing he could do. Fergus, listen to me. I’m going to use my vampire shield and wrap you up. The moment you determine that Roche has lost track of you, take him out. And remember, what he wants most from this situation is Juliet. He won’t kill her unless he has to. He also has the power to remove the cloak, so it won’t protect you long, but it may give you just enough time to get the job done.

  Got it. Aloud, Fergus addressed Roche. “Don’t hurt her. I’ll do whatever you say. Just please don’t hurt Juliet.” For effect, he lowered his gun to the floor.

  His placating tone didn’t fool Brannick, but Roche’s shoulders started to ease down. Good. They had a chance.

  To Fergus, he said, Here it comes. He then used his vampire cloak and covered Fergus.

  “Where the fuck did you go?” Roche added a whole string of obscenities. He waved his hand, but nothing happened to the cloak this time.

  At first, Brannick didn’t understand why until he realized the witch’s spell was already breaking up, which meant Fergus could take him down.

  Brannick watched Fergus pick the dagger up from the floor, then race toward Roche. He carved a long groove down Roche’s forearm.

  Roche screamed. The pain forced him to release Juliet. She lurched sideways, holding her throat, struggling for air.

  Roche fell to the floor, grabbing his arm. Fergus didn’t hold back. He kicked Roche’s jaw. Roche flew backward, his head hitting the edge of a cupboard. He sank to the floor.

  With Roche unconscious, the spell dissipated and Brannick was finally free. Even the stench had left the space.

  He rose to his feet, intending to go to Juliet, but suddenly, Roche leaped onto his back. Brannick knew he needed to be all vampire right now. He threw his elbow back and heard the crunch of a couple of Roche’s ribs.

  When Roche staggered backward, but remained upright, Brannick turned toward him and summoned his physical strength. He sent every bit of energy he had into his right fist, closed the distance between himself and Roche, then plowed into Roche’s chin.

  His head snapped back and Brannick heard another crunch of bone. A broken neck this time. Roche fell backward and landed on the floor. His eyes were open, but the pupils were fully dilated. Blood trickled from his nose.

  At almost the same moment, the dreamglide vanished and Brannick came back to himself on the living room floor.

  The dissipation of the dreamglide was a sure sign Roche was dead.

  In real-time, Brannick remained on the floor with Juliet next to him. He made sure she stayed prone. He listened for more gunfire, but the battle appeared to be over.

  Fergus wasn’t far. He gained his feet first. “
My wolves are scouring each room. Looks like Roche’s men are all dead.”

  Brannick rose, then turned in a slow circle, giving the space a careful visual check.

  Fergus moved in the direction of the hall. “I’ll check out the study. I want to make sure that bastard really is gone.”

  When Fergus disappeared through the doorway, Juliet gained her feet as well. “There’s no question. Roche is dead.”

  “I know.” Brannick marveled at what he could intuit. He felt Roche’s death as though it had been imprinted on his mind.

  Fergus returned a minute later. “He’s not breathing, no heartbeat, nothing. He’s gone.”

  Brannick took Juliet’s hand. She squeezed his in return. They’d done it. Together, and with Fergus’s help, they’d taken the monster down.

  Fergus glanced around. “So how do you want this to go?”

  But it was Juliet who said, “We’re done here. Put all the bodies in the elevator with Roche on top, then send it down to the factory floor. That’ll be enough of a message for tonight.”

  Fergus scowled. “Wait a minute. We can’t stop now. We could take the factory. Bring Keelen and his troops over here. I know we could do it. I’ll call in my pack from Savage.”

  Brannick turned to him. “And declare war against the cartels? Because that’s what we’d be doing.”

  Fergus met his gaze. “Isn’t that what we’re already doing, by taking out Roche and his men?”

  Brannick shook his head slowly. “Roche was always a wild card with the cartels. They won’t mind changing him out for a factory manager they can better control and they’ll get to keep his hefty percentage. We can leak the story about Roche’s obsession with Juliet, that her kidnapping was the only reason for the attack in his home. Once she was safe, the battle ended.”

  Fergus ground his jaw a couple of times and made a wolfish grunting sound only the shifters could do. After a few minutes, his nostrils flared. “You’re right. Because if we destroyed the drug supply, which is where the cartels make their money, it would mean a bloodbath afterward unlike anything Five Bridges has ever seen.”

  Brannick met and held his gaze. “We’re alive, brother. We’ve survived and we will fight another day.”

  “Damn straight.” He shifted his gaze to Juliet. “We’ll do as you’ve said.” He then ordered his wolves to haul Roche and his men to the elevator.