Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0261

Liam POV

"Guess we are not getting to bed any time soon." V groaned as he watched the shitshow around us through my eyes. We had only met Astroth twice before, but unlike my brothers, who were too hot-ended when it came to Lottie, I didn't mind the prick. Yes, he was a demon, yes, he was up to something, but he seemed to be upfront about all the shit he wanted, which was more than could be said for our family.

"You shouldn't be here," someone yelled at Astaroth, their voice cutting through the tense air, instantly identifying the malevolence that clung to his form. Turning to face the accuser, Astaroth's smile twisted evilly, his eyes scanning the crowd before shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Here we go. Show of power and all that crap." V muttered as a smile twisted on my lips.

"Pathetic, all of you," he scoffed with a laugh that echoed ominously around the room. As the crowd bristled with anger,

"Go back to the pits from where you came!" Someone yelled, and others joined; screams for him to return to hell grew louder, some labelling him a trickster and unwelcome entity. Seeing Astaroth's jaw clenched, his frustration palpable, I had a feeling V was right. Shit was about to go down. "Like we need more." V added moodily. "We had a plan. If we had just stuck to it, none of this would be happening."

"It was your idea to come." I reminded him with a smirk because although tonight had been dangerous, fucking crazy stupid and had almost cost me two siblings, it had, in fact, been V's idea to divert from the plan. Zoning back in, I sighed, seeing Astaroth going off on a tangent.

"You call me names, but frankly, I am the most honest person in this bar. I do not lie, I do not cheat. I tell you things as they are; you may not like it, but it is the truth." His gaze flicked to the bartender.

money to feed his fairy dust addiction." I watched, mesmerised by the darkness he wielded, as murmurs and shocked expressions rippled through the crowd, some turning to glare at the bartender, who suddenly seemed small and guilty

male with his arm casually draped around a female vampire, "He likes to spike women's drinks, so he can feed and fuck without them knowing."

He pointed to a werewolf sitting and watching from the outskirts of the bar. "She doesn't do it for love; no, she does it for fun and because she is excited to see the drama unfold." he laughed, pointing at another patron who immediately

totally unnecessary." V uttered loudly as the bar erupted into chaos. Patrons shouted and argued

love for chaos." He scoffed, his red eyes shining with

say but was cut off by the blade

finished my sentence with a sigh as I watched him look down, more annoyed than hurt. A slow trickle of dark red blood oozed through his suit as

exploded into a mess of blood and gore, splattering everyone close by, which sucked because beside Astaroth lay an unconscious Lottie and a barely stirring Adam, who now found themselves covered in the remnants of the

sleeping. It didn't take a genius to notice that his voice was filled with loathing. "And you are welcome, you flea-ridden mutt," Astaroth

over.

and return her to her cosy bed at the Sparrow Mansion?" His tone, mockingly cheerful, sent a cold shiver down my spine. Something about the way he spoke

the aftermath

by battered bodies

yet dreading the implications of his power and the debt we might now owe him. As I helped a

his brother if needed, but like me, he hoped he had