My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave-Chapter 41: Dirty deeds in the dead of night

Hehe, I can’t wait to spend another wild night with my big-dicked stud

Zaira tiptoes toward Chris’s bedroom, when...

"Better not tonight."

Isabelle’s voice from the end of the corridor freezes her in place.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Zaira murmurs, playing dumb as she glances around.

"You know exactly what I mean. Chris is completely worn out — he couldn’t have sex with you even if he wanted to. Let him rest. You’ll have plenty of time when we get back home."

"Did you just officially give me permission to have fun with your sex slave?"

"And what would be wrong with that? Mia can too, once she finally makes peace with herself. Take it as a reward for your effort during training. Besides... you’re part of the family now, aren’t you?"

"Me, part of the family? Wow... I might actually get emotional."

"Well, you’re Mia’s close friend, and things with Chris are finally going well too. And in a family, everything is shared. Just thinking about you having to go back to Elyndra one day... I already miss you..."

"That’s never going to happen."

"You know that’s not true. You’re the firstborn of the royal family. When something happens to your father, you’ll be the one to take his place on the throne of Ravessia."

"I have other siblings — let them fight for the throne. I’m fine here."

"You know it’s not that simple."

Zaira lets out a long sigh.

"I’m going back to sleep. Good night."

"Good night. I think I’ll stay here and guard Chris’s room — you never know if someone decides to disturb my Chris while he rests."

"Oh, don’t worry — you killed the mood completely."

◇◇◇

In one of the narrowest, darkest alleys in Little Italy, a man lies motionless on the ground.

Six bullets have torn through his chest, yet he’s still alive.

It’s Antonio Carbone, known as Tony — one of New York’s most notorious bosses.

Three men stand around him.

Two wear elegant dark gray suits.

The third wears a dark green suit and a long black fur coat, its hood hiding his face.

The man in the fur coat makes a silent hand gesture. The others move to the alley’s entrance and stand guard, making sure no one interferes with their boss and Tony.

"W-Who the hell are you?" Tony gurgles, his throat full of blood.

The man in the fur coat remains silent.

"Are you with the Santoro family...? COUGH... COUGH... or maybe the Moretti? How much did they offer you? COUGH... COUGH... I’ll pay you double — let me live, I beg you... I’m the most powerful boss in New York, I can give you anything you want!"

"And that’s exactly why you have to die."

It’s the first time Tony hears the man in the fur coat speak, yet his voice sounds familiar.

"Your voice... it’s warm, deep... the kind you don’t forget. I’m sure I’ve heard it before... I just can’t remember when..."

"Don’t worry, Tony. I won’t let you die with that question."

Then he removes his hood.

A charming man in his forties — slicked-back black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a sharp jaw framed by a perfectly groomed beard.

Tony recognizes that face instantly.

"I-I can’t believe it... Frank Pyton... one of the men I trusted most in the world... Dying by your hand... hurts more than the fucking bullets you put in my chest!"

Frank smirks.

"That pain is nothing compared to what you’re about to feel."

Then he extends his hand over Tony.

On his finger is a large ring made of a gray-green metal, shaped like a serpent biting its own tail. An emerald-colored stone, shaped like a scale, forms the serpent’s eye.

In that instant, both Frank’s eyes and the stone glow green. From it, a large serpent of pure luminous energy bursts out and lunges at Tony, sinking its fangs into his neck.

The pain is beyond anything he can imagine — so intense it kills him before the serpent does.

It devours his flesh, bite after bite, until in just a few seconds nothing remains but his blood-soaked clothes.

Finally, the serpent slips back into the stone.

Frank lights a cigar and heads for the alley entrance, where his two henchmen are waiting.

Joe Callhan — a mountain of muscle, bald and not exactly bright — and Philip Serghel, just over thirty, with long blond hair and delicate, almost feminine features.

Frank never calls them by name — only by their code names.

Joe is Green, Philip is Black. Like them, all of Frank’s most trusted men use colors as code names.

"We could’ve handled it too, Oktavian. No need to get your hands dirty with small fry," Joe says.

Frank shoots him an irritated look and blows cigar smoke in his face.

"I’ve told you a thousand times — don’t ever call me that again! Oktavian Azuralis is dead — now I’m Frank Pyton. Get that through your head... unless you want to end up like Tony."

"I-I’m sorry, boss... but with all due respect... with the power you got from that ring, you could take over New York in no time. Why are we still pretending to be ordinary human gangsters?"

Frank exhales another annoyed puff of smoke.

"You really are an idiot, Green. Because ordinary human gangsters aren’t hunted by HESPARC. And besides... it’s almost beautiful how, in this world, money is the real power — even more than the strongest spell. But why even bother explaining it? An empty head like yours wouldn’t understand anyway. Now, any news from Tokyo?"

This time, Philip speaks.

"No, boss. Still no news from Orange. But honestly, I don’t think sending him on such a delicate mission was a good idea. He’s strong, I’ll give him that, but he’s still too young — and above all, he takes everything too lightly. I’m sure the Platinum Death would’ve handled it already."

"The Platinum Death isn’t one of ours. There’s no point relying on her."

"Forgive me, but then what are you even paying her for? I mean, she works as a cleaner in your estate, sure — but is that really all?"

"She’s already made it clear she has no intention of taking part in our activities."

Philip shakes his head in disapproval.

"All the more reason — I still don’t see the point of bringing someone that dangerous into our home."

Frank grins, amused.

"Well, how many can say they have the strongest vampire in existence dusting their furniture? Jokes aside, the Platinum Death is fully focused on protecting Princess Mia right now. But if that girl were to lose her life... well, then she’d have no reason left to refuse working with me."

Philip’s eyes widen in shock.

"B-Boss... don’t tell me you’re really planning to...?"

"Oh no, my dear Black, I’m not stupid enough to target the princess and turn the Platinum Death against me. That would mean throwing away ten years of work and sacrifice. But you know, many powerful creatures are hunting the princess — and the Platinum Death won’t be able to protect her forever. I’d rather stay on her good side... and let fate take its course."