Born in Chains (Men in Chains #1)(42)
Author: Caris Roane

New question: Where were Rumy’s men?

Adrien had the beginnings of a plan, but he wanted Lily’s input, so he sent a telepathic stream. Lily, he doesn’t know that I have an increase in power and my gut tells me I could fly us both out of here, without injury, but we still need information and this is the best place.

What do you suggest?

That we ride this train to the next stop. Can you handle it?

Hell, yeah. Take them all on.

He held Rumy’s gaze. “As you can imagine, I’m not crazy about the idea of turning my woman over to your friends. Got any other ideas? I have a fortune I’d happily spend to change this scenario. Care to make a trade?”

One of the fanatics started to protest, but Rumy held up his hand. “Not to worry, my fanatic friend. My course was set the moment you stepped into my office bearing your guns.”

Inwardly, Adrien began to smile. Rumy, for all his shortness of stature and absurdly callused lips, didn’t allow anyone to bring firearms into his club, not without repercussions at some point. The fanatics with their religious bent couldn’t possibly understand the rules of an underground.

To Adrien, Rumy offered a subtle jerk of his head toward the archway at the back corner of his office, which led to the security center.

Adrien understood the signal. Rumy’s men waited in place for their boss to give the word.

Good.

As he assessed the hooded men, he didn’t know which he despised more, his father and the weak-willed Council of Ancestrals that he now owned, or these fanatics, who in the name of spirituality killed the innocent.

Spit gathered in his mouth.

But the faint pressure of Lily’s hand on his arm reminded him why he was here, that he wasn’t alone, and that these men were hopefully just a bump in the road to get where they needed to go.

Funny how just her touch reined in his all-over-the-map emotions and drives.

He covered her hand with his and gave a squeeze. He felt her try to reach him telepathically, but he blocked her, a strange event all on its own. He needed to figure this out, though, and do it quickly. The middle bastard was sweating and had his finger too close to the goddamn trigger.

“Again, don’t even think about altered flight,” Rumy said. “You’re not fast enough.”

Rumy was giving him a hint about how he wanted this to go down.

He opened up his mind to Lily and said, I need you to stay right where you are and ignore what I’m about to do. Got it?

Yep.

“I wouldn’t think of altered flight,” Adrien said.

Then he did.

He moved fast—a little too fast, shooting past the first gunman. He adjusted, gripped his gun, took the next, and just as the third ass**le would have fired, he took him out of the room, carrying him straight over the water and dropped him into Lake Como.

When he flew back into the room, Rumy’s security staff had the two remaining assassins on the floor. One of them was using the butt of his gun to pound the vampires in turn, over and over, although purposely avoiding the head.

The men screamed and balled themselves up.

He returned to Lily’s side and tried to take her in his arms, knowing she shouldn’t be watching this, but she pushed him away. “Make them stop, Adrien.”

At first he thought she was distressed by what she was seeing, but the chains told a different story and he felt her determination.

“We need to know what they know,” she said. “Maybe they have information about the weapon.”

At these words, both Adrien and Rumy yelled at the guard to stop hurting the robed reptiles, but he got one last hit in before he stepped back.

Rumy glared at the men on the floor. “Nothing I hate worse than fanatics. I don’t even despise a rat in my organization as much as these ass**les who use religion to persecute those who can’t protect themselves. Fucking bastards.”

Adrien chuckled. “Rumy, I knew there was something about you I liked.”

“Aw, can the flattery. Just tell me how the f**k you did that altered flight shit. Usually, you glide out of here. This time you vanished. Whoa. Hold the f**king phone.” He looked him over, his gaze landing on the chain at Adrien’s neck. “You’ve bumped up your power level with a double blood-chain, and there’s only one way you can do that. Well damn my ass, you finally made the leap. You’re on the Ancestral path.” He glanced at the chain Lily wore. “And you’re all bound up with a human and now you’ve got more power. A lot of it, too.” For half a second, panic hit Rumy’s eye.

Adrien held up a hand. “Not to worry. I have no takeover plans for you or your business. Trust me, I’m not that man.”

“Good. That’s good.” He plucked at a couple of curls above his ears then patted them flat.

The assassins had grown quiet, which meant both had dipped into vampire-healing mode and would be back at full strength in a couple of hours.

Adrien thought about killing them, and in any other circumstances that’s just what he would have done. He and his brothers dealt swiftly with fanatics who murdered the innocent. So long as there was irrefutable evidence of the crime, they held a brief trial, took off the head, and burned the bastards to ashes just to make sure they couldn’t come back to do more damage.

Their leader, Silas, knew what Adrien and his brothers did to fanatics proven to kill the innocent, who laid waste to some of the outlying cavern systems when average vampires refused to agree to Silas’s decrees. The man and his followers were spiritual tyrants, and Adrien and his brothers had sworn to battle them to the death, if need be.

Rumy sat down on the side of his desk, one leg swinging free. “I take it the trip north didn’t help much for what you’re lookin’ for.”

“Not much, which is why we’re here.”

“I kind of figured.”

Lily ventured, “So, what exactly do you know about the extinction weapon?”

A hush fell over the room. All the vampires stilled, which made the space a room full of statues for at least ten long seconds.

When the breathing resumed, Rumy shook his head. “I haven’t got a clue. I mean, there’s not been a peep about the weapon in decades, not since the nineteen fifties when everybody and their uncle was doing experiments in hidden caves all over the world. Jesus-Buddha-and-Confucius all wrapped up in a fishnet, I hate even thinking about something so powerful that it could wipe us off the face of the earth.”

He huffed a sigh, his gaze fixed to Lily. “I don’t know what Adrien here has told you, but our kind doesn’t have big numbers—less than a million against your virus-like billions.