Blood & Roses: Warriors of the Krieger Read Online Free PDF

these Lycans. With Charity possibly being involved,
that ache turned into a raging fire in my dead heart.
    “Let’s see who I have.” Steven rustled
through some papers on his desk and then he cleared his throat.
“Alright, Nachtmann Keith Pullman comes highly trained. I
personally recommend him.”
    “I will e-mail you the information on the
client. Please remind him, he is not to handle her unless
she is in danger. She also requires everyone to call her by her
first name. All other orders are to come from me. Ms. Harwood will
probably demand he leave, but explain to Nachtmann Pullman
that I am the only one who can give him orders. If he has any
questions or concerns, you tell him to call my cell.” I trusted
Steven to obey my demands. Cut and dry, that’s the way I like it.
It’s the way it should be.
    Charity needed protection around the clock in
my mind, but I couldn’t do that to her. She would kill me if I
tried to tell her what to do. I figured that out almost immediately
when I met her tonight. She was independent and very strong willed.
I’m assuming she has been on her own for most of her life.
    “Is this going on the Krieger expense
account,” he paused. “Or do I need to set up an account for Ms.
Harwood? She is not in the system.”
    “No, Steven. You need to bill me directly,” I
insisted.
    Steven chuckled low under his breath, “Yes,
sir.”
    I took a deep breath and dialed Nights to
talk to Charity about her new guard.
     
     
    Charity
     
    Order form complete, signed and faxed to the
vendor; it only took me an hour. The night was looking good. Then
again, the phone did have to ring and mess everything up.
    “Nights! Charity speaking,” I answered in my
perfect nightclub owner voice.
    “My lady? This is Krieger Dragus.”
Hmm. Damn hot and sexy thunder voice calling. No! He irritated me,
I wouldn’t think of him that way.
    “What can I do for you sir?” Man, I was doing
a great job at trying to be sweet. Although he was a sexy,
hunk-o-burning-love, he still aggravated me for some reason. And
that damn dream didn’t help my whirlwind of emotions on the subject
either.
    “I am sending Nachtmann Keith Pullman
to your residence an hour before sunrise. He comes highly
recommended and has passed all security screenings,” he said
proudly.
    “No,” I said flatly, trying not to stare a
hole through the phone.
    “No?”
    “No, I don’t need a damn Nachtmann . My
home is tighter than Fort Knox. I appreciate your concern, but I’m
good.” I was proud of myself, standing up to the warrior.
    “Ms. Harwood. I must insist…”
    I cut him off, “Thank you for your concern.
Have a nice evening Dragus.” Yeah, I showed him. I hung right the
hell up. Point two for me, ha!
     
    The club was almost full tonight. Customers
were happy, staff was working hard and money was flowing in. It was
a textbook evening at Nights. Everything was running like a
well-oiled machine.
    Lydia and I decided to leave the club right
around midnight and go shopping. Oakland Mall was open around the
clock and had the best stores for miles around. Lydia’s objective
was shoes. That girl was like a kid in a candy store when it came
to leather foot apparel.
    The first store made $330 off of her for one
pair of size six candy apple red hooker shoes. The red haired
twenty something vampire sales lady was obviously on commission,
because she practically skipped to the register to finish the sale.
Second store took her for $565 for two pairs of boots, same style,
in two different colors. The gray haired human sales lady could
have cared less if we bought a bag of dog poop. She was obviously
paid minimum wage.
    We walked unconsciously through the gamut of
stores. The store that sold all of those lotions and room scent
enhancers was the busiest one tonight. It seems that when they
threw a sale, every preteen girl and single woman within fifty
miles will flock to that store. Of course, I counted myself in that
group of women,