Rules were fucking rules.
“…I’ve never seen tits and ass like that on a female in my whole entire life.” He spoke in an animated voice.
The others had gone silent. All of the males that were facing York had their eyes fixed either on the ground or locked with his.
“I’m going to get myself into the elite…” He spoke more slowly, starting to sound unsure of himself. By the way his head moved, Gideon could see that he was looking at each of the males in the circle in turn. “…umm…He’s behind me, isn’t he?”
The older male from before swallowed thickly, nodding once.
“Oh fuck.” The youngster said as he slowly turned his head to glance over his shoulder at Gideon. His face took on a pained expression.
“Head on the fucking game,” Gideon growled. It was enough to have them scattering back to their respective posts.
Hate mail had been pouring in ever since the program had been announced. They needed to be on their guard. He had a feeling in his gut that something bad was going to happen. If not today, then maybe tomorrow and if not tomorrow then some time soon. There was no way in hell that, that fascist group responsible for shooting down one of his kings’ chopper was just going to give up their quest to see the royal family dead and an end to the program. No fucking way in hell. He would call an urgent meeting in the morning to address this with his team. They obviously didn’t feel the same way as he did. They needed to be reminded of the stakes.
Gideon scanned the crowd for the hundredth time, looking for anything out of place. That earlier straggler male was nowhere to be seen. All other parties in attendance fit in. It was time to check the perimeter and to ensure that the males securing the rear of the club weren’t distracted by talk of the humans as well. Aside from their alluring scents and lush bodies, human females held one more even greater temptation, they were forbidden. There was something about something you couldn’t have that just made you want it more.
His rebellious days were long behind him and so were his interests in humans. He wasn’t so much as looking at any of the females. It was important that he set an example.
Gideon shook his head as he made his way around the side of the building. Guards were spread out at regular intervals, their eyes on the surroundings. Although there was the odd straggler, most of the crowds were focused on the front of Aorta.
There was a screeching of tires and then the smell of burning rubber filled the air. The acrid scent permeated the area along with another even thicker scent.
Blood.
Congealed. Cold. Animal. He breathed out as the sound of screaming punctured the air. There were at first just a couple of shrieks followed by many in chorus. Loud and terrified.
“Hold your positions.” Gideon screamed both at the surrounding guards who had turned towards the scents and into his handheld radio. Every member of the guard had such a device.
Beneath the sound of footfalls and screams, he could hear another screech of tires, this time as the vehicle retreated. In less than three seconds he was at the front of the club and he just managed to catch the tail end of an unmarked, nondescript van as it sped away. He gestured for Scott and Tyler to take one of the SUVs and to follow the vehicle.
It was fucking mayhem. An animal carcass lay at the door of the club. Humans were running in all directions, they gave the piece of butchered meat a wide girth, allowing him a clear view. It was spiked with stakes that looked to be silver tipped.
Fucking hate groups.
“Team two, I need you inside that club. Cover all exits and ensure that the occupants are well guarded. Team one, hold your positions. Stay alert.”
Several humans were screaming and shrieking wildly. One female stood with her arms spread wide. She was drenched, from head to toe, in sticky blood. Even her face was completely covered. She was sobbing noisily. There were others that had been splashed or that were all out covered in the sticky, congealing substance as well.
“Eyes fucking peeled,” he said over the radio. “This could be a diversion. Heads up and report any sightings.”
Next, he pulled out his phone and dialed Brant. “I hope you have a good reason…” Brant stopped midsentence. He would be able to hear what was going on. His king sighed. “What the fuck happened?”
There was a noise of a baby crying in the back followed by cooing sounds as the queen tried to quieten him.
Gideon quickly relayed the events of the last few minutes.
“Motherfuck it!” Brant growled.
“I’m sure it was just an act of vandalism but I don’t want to take any risks.” Gideon watched as one of his males tried to help the sobbing female, but she only screamed louder at his approach. It looked like she was having some sort of panic attack. Thankfully, one of the humans came to her rescue.