TITLE: A Bloody Mess
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
Anthony's shaking hand froze halfway to the door. He'd screwed up, there was no question of that. The only good part, if there could be a good part to a mistake, was that the punishment was up to his brother. Max would cut him some slack, he always did.
His knuckles stung with each rap on the heavy oak. It only took a second for it to open revealing Aimee, her slender, naked body glistening with sweat, teeth bared, cocking her head as if bored. "What?"
"He wanted to see me."
She glanced over her shoulder into the room and Anthony followed her gaze to the bed. The sheets were in constant motion, moans and squeals easily floating to the door.
"Feedin' or F***in'?"
She rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut. He knew she'd tell Max that he was there. Anthony still seethed at the thought of Aimee as a go-between. He never needed a messenger to speak to Max until his brother got his teeth into her. She must have tasted awfully good because she'd been by his side ever since. A f***in' nuisance as far as he was concerned.
An image of his hand wrapped tightly around her tiny neck was broken when the door opened. "He'll meet you in the stables in a half hour."
The door slammed and Anthony walked away until he heard the door creak open, a sliver of light escaping into the hall. "And Tony. Don't be late," Aimee said then the light disappeared.