stepped aside. “How could they control her, if she is like you? I mean, with humans it was easy. They shot us up with heroin.”
Archer spoke in her ear. “It seems some of the gangs at that time found out they could control some of us through injecting us with a hormone called Calcitonin. In weaker males or females this hormone will make them immobile, so they can't defend themselves. They will still know what's going on and feel everything, but they can't move.”
“Well, who was the stupid asshole who told the Bloods about it? Damn. I'm sorry, sir. What did your sister look like? Maybe I can help in some way.” Suzanne reached out to touch his arm, but Archer pulled her back.
“There is no reason for you to touch him, Suzanne. I know you have a kind heart, but right now we can't control our possessive nature.” Archer kissed her neck, and Dominic and Granger pulled up chairs next to them.
“I'm sorry, Archer. Just the thought of someone else at their hands…I left New York two years ago, and from what I hear, they are still kidnapping young girls. I tried to help a few when I grew stronger, but only managed to save one.” Granger rested his hand on her knee.
“You did what you could, Suzanne, even risking yourself again. No one could ask for more.” Granger reached over and kissed her lips.
Stephan shook his head. “I'm even amazed you got away. What they did to those girls, it wasn't pretty. My sister had dark blond hair.” He laughed. “When she left, or was taken, Lissa had colored one streak of hair in front a dark purple, her favorite color. She was a little taller than you and very thin.”
Suzanne glanced down at her hands, and tried to rack her brain, before she glanced up at Stephan. “I don't want to get your hopes up, but about six months ago the girl I helped escape called me. She told me two others had escaped, and they had dragged a vampire girl out of there. I totally forgot about that. This is where I learned of the other races among humans. At first, I didn't believe her, but now I wonder if maybe it was your sister. They said she was in bad shape, but they were taking care of her. I could call her. My phone is in my car across the street.”
Dominic stood and pulled her into his arms. “Come, I'll get you a coat, and we'll go over there now. This is too important for Stephan.” She nodded as all four men surrounded her and led her to the doorway. Dominic grabbed a large leather coat from behind the desk and wrapped it around her. “Do you have the keys to your car?”
“Shit. Anthony has them. He was holding onto them for me.” She glanced back into the main room, but didn't see him.
Granger glanced down at her. “Don't worry, Archer is going to get the keys, and we're going to have to do something about that vulgar little mouth of yours.” He traced his finger on her lips. “You're too pretty for ugly words to come out of it.”
Suzanne laughed and shook her head. “I'm afraid this is nothing, Granger. Remember, I grew up on the streets, and for two years…well, you know. It won't be easy, but I'll try for you.”
Archer came running into the room with the keys. All four of them walked out into the night and across the street. Both Dominic and Granger were at her side, with Archer and Stephan in front of them. “Which car is yours, Suzanne?” Archer asked as they crossed into the parking lot.
“The black Olds over there.” She pointed and all three men moaned.
“What? First thing we get you is a new car. I can't believe you drive that thing.” Archer snarled as he opened her door, and let her inside.
“Hey, don't knock my baby. She's sensitive.” Suzanne laughed and dug into the glove compartment, setting aside her gun on the seat. Archer reached over her and grabbed the gun.
“What the hell is this?” he snarled.
Suzanne sighed. “Archer, I'll explain later. Now give me my gun so I can put it back.” She held out her hand, but he put her gun in the
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