"Aah... Aaaah... AAAAAH!"
A sharp cry bursts from Natalie's lips as my cum fills her.
She collapses face-down onto her mattress.
Panting and gasping for air, she looks completely spent after two hours of sex.
Meanwhile, I'm already gathering the clothes scattered around her room.
"Ugh... you're leaving already...?"
"I told you I couldn't stay all night."
"Yeah... after all, now it's that killjoy Emily's turn with you..."
"She is my girlfriend. Fucking her is basically my duty."
"Yeah, yeah... she can have my leftovers."
"Don't tell me you're jealous. Weren't you the one who said I shouldn't get any weird ideas about what we have?"
"I'm jealous as your best friend, not as your girlfriend!"
"What's the difference?"
"You're a guy. You wouldn't understand."
"I probably wouldn't understand even if I were a girl."
In no time, I'm already dressed.
When Natalie lights up a joint on the bed while still completely naked, the temptation to say fuck the whole John Hayes thing is seriously strong.
No. I gave Ingrid my word.
I can't back out now.
I glance out her bedroom window.
This time, there are two black sedans parked down below.
After the incident in Mott Haven, my mother doubled my security detail yet again.
At this point, she's basically got an army following me around.
But it doesn't matter.
I have a plan.
"I'm gonna take a piss, then I'm out. See you at school Monday."
"Wait a second, Darko."
I glance over at her.
She's sprawled out on her back with her legs spread and that massive joint hanging invitingly from her lips.
Fuck, I really hope she doesn't say anything too tempting, or I might seriously ditch the whole plan.
Fortunately, it's nothing like that.
"At the beginning of winter break, my aunt and cousin are coming to stay with me for a while. You know, my aunt lost her job and they're not doing too well financially. I'd really like you to meet them."
Yeah, okay. And why the fuck should I care?
Obviously, I can't exactly say that out loud.
So I just say, "Alright. Sure."
Once I reach the bathroom, I throw open the large window.
It faces the opposite side of the building, away from where the black sedans are parked.
A couple of jumps onto lower rooftops are more than enough to get me down to street level.
Once I've avoided the surveillance, I sprint toward the location Lars gave me.
It takes me about half an hour to reach Sherman Creek in Inwood.
It's a large riverside industrial area along the Harlem River, which separates the Bronx from Manhattan.
According to the Nightclaws, John's base of operations is at an old abandoned dock.
Well, judging by all the activity around the place, they weren't wrong.
There are dozens of people down there, all dressed like workers.
But from the way they move, it's obvious they're not ordinary warehouse staff.
They patrol between the buildings with flashlights.
From the elevated spot where Lars, Ingrid, and I are hiding, we have a clear view of everything.
Unfortunately.
Fuck, I'm already starting to regret coming all the way out here.
"So... what's the plan?" I ask.
Ingrid points toward an old building at the far end of the industrial area, right on the river.
"That's where John is."
So, the farthest point from here. Great...
"Approaching by land is impossible with security this tight. So we're swimming there."
Between fighting our way through all those guards and swimming through the freezing waters of the Harlem River with winter just around the corner, I honestly don't know which sounds worse...
Fuck, if John doesn't kill me, pneumonia probably will.
But I don't think I have much of a choice.
From there, we move just outside Sherman Creek so we can swim back in.
We'll be doing the whole thing underwater, obviously.
The river around the dock is lit up by floodlights.
If we tried swimming normally, we'd be spotted instantly.
Okay... here we go!
I'm just about to dive in when I suddenly freeze.
Ingrid... is she seriously getting undressed?!
Lars starts stripping too, but... who gives a damn about him!
She takes off her jacket first, then her leggings, and finally her sweatshirt.
In no time, she's standing there in nothing but a super sexy set of red lace underwear.
God, her tits are huge, and don't even get me started on that athletic ass!
She's like Emily, only even more developed!
Of course, it's obviously the most practical way to swim.
Soaked clothes would only weigh us down for no reason...
...but I never thought she'd actually stand around in her underwear right in front of me like it was nothing!
And she's completely casual about it too!
Just that heavenly sight makes all the mortal danger I'm putting myself through completely worth it!
We slip into the water without making so much as a sound, with Ingrid leading the way and the two of us following behind her.
Ah... I really couldn't have picked a better position.
With that insane ass and those thighs moving up and down in front of me as she swims, the ten minutes underwater fly by.
For creatures like us, staying submerged that long isn't a problem at all.
And with the current carrying us along, it barely takes any effort.
We practically let the river sweep us all the way to the abandoned dock where John is supposed to be hiding.
I guess three teenagers in their underwear don't sound very intimidating.
And yet here we are, perched beneath a window with a faint glow spilling out from inside.
I peek inside and spot the small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.
Under its faint, swaying glow, three brown-furred lycans and one silver-furred one lie sprawled in a pool of blood.
The three brown ones are completely motionless, probably dead.
The silver one, though, is still weakly whimpering.
John towers over him with one foot crushing his hind leg.
"Well, mutt? Are you going to tell me who the new boss of the Blackfangs is or not?!"
"F-Forget it...!"
At that, John drives a brutal kick into his ribs.
"I'll ask you one last time, you damn beast! Tell me who it is!"
Seriously, the Blackfangs really are the unluckiest clan around...
Between the massacre my mother carried out and this, I honestly wonder how they're still standing.
"T-That bastard..." Lars growls.
I can feel his heavy breath against my neck.
Ingrid is seriously pissed too.
Understandable.
They may belong to different clans, but they're still the same race.
I guess I'd feel the same way if I saw a vampire from another family being tortured like that.
"Lars. Darko. Screw the infiltration. Let's go kick that piece of shit's ass!"