![]() ![]() "Aren't you a gentleman." V pushed back his dark hair. Okay, so maybe Butch had recently gotten in touch with his inner Versace, and who've thought he'd had it in him, but how hard could it be to get an extra dozen silkies in the house? "He's too busy feeding your jones for clothes, man." "Why don't you ask Fritz to get you some?" V grinned, fangs flashing in the midst of his goatee. He was pulling on a black leather driving glove, covering up his tattooed left hand. ![]() well, one of his two best friends.īoth of whom, as it turned out, happened to be vampires.įresh from the shower, Vishous had a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest muscles and thick arms out on display. "If I were killing you, cop, footwear'd be the last thing on your mind."īutch glanced over at his roommate. "Ah, hell, V, you're killing me." Butch O'Neal mined through his sock drawer, looking for black silk, finding white cotton. ![]()
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