27. Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

H oly shit! The plan was actually working. Mitchell wasn't sure it would, but it was worth taking the chance. Doing so meant they wouldn't kill another person. One thing Seryn didn't understand was that leaving a body count in his wake was problematic. It would ultimately gain him a prison sentence. They've already killed a lot of Davorion's men. Leaving him alive and trapping him in his own web of crimes meant everyone associated with him, even the dirty cop who had questioned him, would pay right along with him. Davorion would make sure they did because he was the type to take everyone down with him when his ship was sinking.

If Mitchell's plan worked to its fullest extent, it would shut down Davorion's entire operation, the fighting ring and, more importantly, the trafficking.

Mitchell's biggest problem with the plan was currently working himself into an emotional mess. Mitchell could feel everything Seryn did because Seryn wasn't good at regulating himself anymore. After the gate was open, Seryn had let it swing free. Regulation went out the window. They were still working on knowing it was okay to feel feelings and distinguishing between emotions.

He knew why Seryn was losing his shit all over the place. The difference between his protectiveness and Seryn's was the level of competency, of course. Seryn had mad skills. Mitchell didn't have a kill first mentality the way Seryn did. He was more methodical. He'd make the bastard pay first.

Seryn would kill Davorion if given a chance. While that wasn't part of the original plan, it would happen the second Davorion laid a finger on Mitchell. It was an inevitable fact.

With the cameras rolling, there wasn't an easy solution to the upcoming problem.

Mitchell eyed the camera's angle, looking for a blind spot, but there wasn't a good one. The camera caught everyone entering the room.

If Seryn came in ready to slice and dice in all his invisible glory, that footage would be on every news station in the country because it would look as though Davorion's neck had just splayed open all by itself. Or they would find a way to blame it on Mitchell because he was the only other person in the room. It made more sense than Davorion cutting himself or his neck just splaying open. The truth would be even more unbelievable.

Mitchell was just about to say something to calm Seryn down when Davorion walked into the interrogation room. He came in alone, which spoke more of his lack of personnel than his smug smile suggested. Seryn's killing spree made a big dent.

The door clicked shut, making Mitchell's heart race. Despite the plan, including him getting beaten up by Davorion and him being used to taking a punch because of his past, he wasn't a fan of feeling pain.

The thought of what a vampire could do to him made him nervous. Super strength. Put a check mark in the box with that ability. Another next to an extraordinary sense of smell. How many times had Seryn commented on smelling Mitchell's blood? Yeah. No thanks to anyone else smelling it. Super speed. Yet another checkmark. Seryn was almost faster than the eye could see.

Davorion appeared middle-aged. He wore an expensive looking suit and watch. He also wore a thick, heavy ring on his right hand. He wasn't tall. Mitchell was taller and probably had more muscle, but he'd learned from Seryn not to judge someone's ability based on size. The exception to that rule was Davorion's red, glowing eyes. It meant Davorion felt something negative.

Davorion sat at the other end of the table from Mitchell. "You've caused me a lot of problems of late."

" Doesn't all the money I've made you mean I'm worth all the trouble?" Mitchell smirked.

"Your escape cost me, Mitchell Burke."

"And what? You think you can just throw me in a cage again? It won't be so easy the second time." Mitchell still winced whenever he thought about how he made himself such an easy target.

Davorion flashed his fangs. "I won't cage you again."

Mitchell gave himself a mental high-five. Getting Davorion to admit to the trafficking was half the battle, and he'd already won. The other half still needed to be played out.

"So, which cops do you have on the payroll?" All he had to do was keep him talking.

"A few of them. They're very useful in situations like this." What an arrogant shit. He must think Mitchell was alone.

"I'll bet." Mitchell sat forward in his seat, trying to seem defeated. "I guess I'm in a bad spot. Again. Huh?"

Okay, he could have sold that better because it was clear Davorion didn't buy it.

"Do you have any idea how much money your little escapade cost me? You were doing so well. Winning every fight." Davorion shook his head. "We could have beaten so many more competitors."

"Against my will. You forced me."

Davorion waved off the comment as if it was an insignificant detail. "You're a good fighter."

Mitchell didn't answer. Something changed in Davorion. He tensed and didn't sit so heavily on the chair.

One second Mitchell was contemplating his next move and the next Davorion had him pinned against the wall with his hand around Mitchell's throat. He squeezed off Mitchell's airway.

Mitchell had been in a similar situation before. He knew not to panic and to ignore his survival instinct. He still did both. The fear made him try to pry Davorion's fingers from around his neck.

I'm on my way. Seryn's calmness had Mitchell focusing on something other than surviving. What was more important was making sure Seryn stayed out of trouble.

Mitchell brought his knee up, connecting with Davorion's balls. It was the most effective way to get him to let go of his neck.

Davorion doubled over, cupping his balls.

Mitchell kicked Davorion in the face and then in the gut. As long as he stayed down, Mitchell could get to Seryn before he got there.

Mitchell ran to the door. He had his hand on the knob when he felt Davorion hit his back and then the most excruciating pain he'd ever experienced took over his body. Once he realized the pain came from Davorion biting him, he reacted on instinct.

Mitchell slammed Davorion against the wall as hard as he could, but it didn't stop the attack.

Mitchell did it again, trying to hurt Davorion as much as possible. And again

Eventually Davorion grunted and stopped.

By then, Mitchell didn't have any strength left.

He stumbled to the door and made it outside in the hall when his vision blurred. He fell against the wall and decided to just stay there.

He saw Seryn coming down the hall, his duster billowing just enough to make him look bad ass.

Seryn squatted in front of him and cupped his cheek. He took too much blood.

Is that what happened? We have him right where we want him.

Seryn smiled that fake smile. I'm going to kill him now.

When Seryn stood, Mitchell pulled him down again. If he's alive, he'll turn on all the rest of them. The entire operation will go down. His fighting ring. The trafficking. Everything.

Seryn's eyes glowed red.

Killing him is better.

He's hurt a lot of people, Seryn. This time it's better my way. Get the lawyer here. The sooner the better.

Seryn huffed, but the cops rushing to Mitchell took his mind off pouting further.

It wouldn't be long before they put Mitchell in a holding cell. Seryn would go nuts then.