Father Mine: Zsadist and Bella's Story Read Online Free PDF

his feet and froze like a boulder.
     
    Neither Z nor Rhage moved. Using their senses, they sifted through the house’s silence, searching for anything that suggested further inhabitation.
     
    The moan that bubbled up into all the quiet came from the back, and Z walked swiftly toward the sound, muzzle first. In the kitchen the cellar door was open, and he dematerialized to the left of it. A quick head jab and he took a look-see down the stairs. A bald lightbulb hung from a red-and-black wire at the bottom, but the pool of light showed nothing but stained floorboards.
     
    Z willed the light off down below and Rhage provided cover from upstairs as Z bypassed the rickety steps and dematerialized into the darkness.
     
    On the lower level he smelled fresh blood and heard the staccato click of rattling teeth from the left.
     
    He willed the cellar light back on . . . and lost his breath.
     
    A male civilian vampire was tied by the arms and legs to a table. He was naked and covered with bruises, and instead of looking at Z, he squeezed his eyes shut, as if he couldn’t bear to know what was coming at him.
     
    For a moment Z couldn’t move. It was his own nightmare in living color, and reality blurred such that he wasn’t sure whether he was the one tied down or the guy who was coming to the rescue.
     
    “Z?” Rhage said from above. “ Anything there?”
     
    Z snapped to attention and cleared his throat. “I’m on it.”
     
    As he approached the civilian, he said softly in the Old Language, “Be of ease.”
     
    The vampire’s eyes flipped open and his head jerked up on his spine. There was a look of disbelief, then astonishment.
     
    “Be of ease.” Z double-checked the corners of the basement, his eyesight penetrating the shadows, seeking signs of a security system. All he saw was a lot of concrete walls and wooden flooring, along with old piping and wiring snaking around the ceiling. No electric eyes or sparkling new power supplies.
     
    They were alone and unsupervised, but God only knew for how long. “Rhage, still clear?” he shouted up the stairwell.
     
    “Clear!”
     
    “One civilian.” Z assessed the male’s body. He’d been beaten, and though he didn’t seem to have any open wounds, there was no telling whether he could dematerialize. “Call the boys in case we need transport.”
     
    “Already have.”
     
    Z took a step forward—
     
    The floor broke apart beneath his feet, splintering right out from under him.
     
    As gravity grabbed him hard with greedy hands and he went into a free fall, all he could think about was Bella. Depending on what lay at the bottom, this could be—
     
    He landed on something that shattered on impact, shards of whatever it was slicing at his leathers and his hands before bouncing up to cut into his face and neck. He kept hold of his gun because he’d been trained to, and because the jolt of pain tightened him up from head to foot.
     
    It took some deep breathing before he could reboot his brain and try to assess any damage.
     
    As he sat up slowly, the chiming sound of bits of glass falling to a stone floor echoed around him. In the circle of light that fell from the cellar above, he saw that he was sitting in the midst of a brilliant shimmer of crystals. . . .
     
    He’d fallen on a chandelier the size of a bed.
     
    And his left boot was facing backward.
     
    “Fuck. Me.”
     
    His broken lower leg started to pound with pain, making him think that if only he hadn’t looked at the damn thing, maybe he would have kept on not feeling it.
     
    Rhage’s face popped over the rim of the ragged hole above. “You okay?”
     
    “Free the civilian.”
     
    “Are you all right?”
     
    “Leg’s shot.”
     
    “How shot?”
     
    “Well, I’m looking at the heel of my shitkicker and the front of my knee at the same time. And there’s a high probability I’m going to throw up.” He swallowed hard, trying to convince his gag reflex to pipe down. “Get