Donald: Dalton’s Kiss: Vampire Paranormal Romance (Dalton's Kiss Book 3) by Kathi Barton (best large ereader .txt) 📗

someplace in order for them to give me money to live. And people call me a moron. If I had a job, which I’m not going to get, why would I need assistance? See? People like me need to be in charge of shit like this. Not that I’d stoop so low as to work for them, but hell, it’s all fucked up.”

“You seriously believe it’s all right not to have an income? A place to live or anything like that?” Josh told him that was right. It was his right to do that. “At the expense of anyone you can con into marrying you or just giving money to you?”

“Yes. Like you, for example. You have money, right?” He told him he had a great deal of it. “Why don’t you give a lot of it to me, and I’ll go away? At least for a little while. I mean, I have needs too. And wants. You give me, say, seven-million dollars, and I’ll move out of town. Then for the rest of my life, you can make sure I have at least a million a month to live on, and I won’t bother your daughter. See that right there? I didn’t have to work on that plan. It just popped into my head. I’m really good at planning shit like that.”

“I have a better plan. Why don’t I just kill you right now and be done with it? No one would be the wiser. They’d just think you thought things through and decided you’d kill yourself. That’s the best route, I think. At least over me sending you money each month.” He told him that didn’t work for him. “What if I were to tell you I don’t give a good flying fuck what works for you? I want you out of her life, and now out of mine, and my solution solves it all.”

“But I’d be dead. Doesn’t that bother you at all? For a man such as myself to be dead? Think of all the things that could be missed out on if I were to end up like you want.” He asked him what things. “Like me living the life I want. I know what you’re thinking. That it’s all about me. Well, it is all about me. Me getting what I want and believe I need. I’m not saying I really need that much money each month, but what if I did? Then I’d have to come back here and make sure you’re going to give me more money. It’s just too time-consuming. Just give me the money now and then monthly without making me have to bother you about it. That, if you haven’t guessed, is too much like work. And I don’t want to work. That’s the entire point of this.”

Fergus stood up and looked down at him. Josh had never been one to be self-conscious about people’s opinions of him. So letting the man look at him all he wanted, he looked the man over too.

He was big. He’d give him that. Not a bit of fat on him either. His hair was full and long, curly too. Probably one of those romance cover models. He’d heard that was a good way to make money, but he didn’t have any desire to exercise all the time to look that good. When the man touched his hand to his forehead, Josh smiled up at him.

“You call my daughter again, mention her name about it being her fault you’re in the mess you’re in, and I’ll come back here and rip out your throat. I’m not going to pussyfoot around about it either. I will show up when you least expect it and kill you.” Josh told him that wasn’t very nice. “Nice or not, that’s what is going to happen to you if you fuck around and bother her again.”

Then he was gone. Josh went to the mirror over his commode and saw that he had blood on his face. Washing up, he noticed his neck was bleeding as well. When he tried to examine it in the cheap mirror, it looked like two puncture marks. The man had really done his job well, Josh thought. Making it look like he’d been bitten. He sat back down with his washcloth over the wound because it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. Laughing out loud, he thought he’d have to remember this. Tell a woman he was a vampire and then put two marks on her skin. He wouldn’t bite anyone, that was just gross, but the thought of someone thinking he was a cool vamp had its merits. Yes, he was going to do that the next time he got around someone he was going to get money from.

When dinner came around, he didn’t feel well. Even sitting up was sort of making him sick. He just knew something he’d had for lunch had made him sick. Blaming it on the food got him yelled at again, but he was just too tired to argue with anyone. It was a bit like work if you asked him.

Going back to sleep, he felt someone move him at one point, but he was too exhausted to give too much thought to it. When he woke up again, he realized he was in the hospital. Josh didn’t even care enough to ask them why he was there. He thought someone had tried to poison him. He was going to sue them all. Then he’d have some fucking cash.

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Don and CJ owned a home. The paperwork had been signed not an hour ago, and now they were going through it with the faeries sent to help them get it ready to move into. He was enjoying having them around, but he wanted CJ all to himself more than he wanted a nicely decorated house.

“Sir, you’re not paying attention again.” He’d been doing that all morning, drifting off on some thought that had something to do with CJ being