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The Endowed
by Tianna Xander
Released July 2009
Publisher: Extasy Books
When teenager Tori Sherridan discovers there are monsters in the world, she is horrified to find she’s attracted to two of them. After spending her life trying to avoid the men, she’s even more shocked when, ten years later, the two in question discover her existence and don’t want to let her out of their sight.
Try living life with no one to care for you. Women can’t love you and won’t even associate with you unless you’re controlling their minds. That’s what happens when you’re not human. Angelo Rigatti and Ricardo Lobianco have lived that way for centuries. Can anyone blame them for being unwilling to release the one woman they can’t control who hasn’t run from them screaming?
Excerpt:
Tori glanced up toward the man who led her away from those who planned to make her their dinner. She could sense the evil emanating off one of them. She wasn’t sure why, but the woman wanted her dead. She felt it.
“Hello.” A strange, female voice came from behind them.
Tori stiffened.
“I wonder why they didn’t respond, Mykaylia.” The new, deeper, voice was mocking. “You don’t suppose they know what we are, do you?” He chuckled as he moved up beside her.
Reaching a hand out, he trailed a finger down Tori’s bare arm and she barely managed to repress a shudder.
The woman chuckled. “We can’t have that, now. Can we?”
Her husky voice grated, she most likely drew her prey with that voice. Men would think it was sexy, but Tori could actually feel the underlying menace in her tone. Men wouldn’t see it. They wouldn’t hear it. They would merely see a small, beautiful woman. Tori saw more. She heard more than the softly spoken words. The woman’s voice held menace and the promise of death.
“If they know, they could tell the whole population about us.” The woman began to walk around them. Startled, she stopped. “Angelo, we didn’t know you returned.” She placed a suddenly trembling hand against her neck. Her tone changed from derisive to alarmed. What little color she’d had in her cheeks drained from her face as she stared up at him with obvious apprehension.
Tori noted that her companion, Angelo, still held her close beneath his arm, his hand gripping her shoulder tight. Looking up, she kept silent, knowing anything could set the other two off. While her companion looked very strong, it would be two against one and she didn’t want to take any chances with either of their lives.
Angelo smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, which glowed with more than retribution. “Yes, I can see that. I wish I could say it is good to see you, Mykaylia.” He turned to the other male. “And, Antoine, what a surprise it is to see you haven’t yet snipped the apron strings that tie you to your sister. By the way, my name is Angelo, but you two can call me Don Rigatti.” He looked the woman up and down with obvious disdain. “What are you doing in my territory?” He bit the words out, his gaze still holding that strange red glow.
Tori glanced at Angelo and marveled that she felt no fear. She had the insane thought that after all these years she could finally put a name to that aristocratic face. She looked at him, wondering if his glowing eyes meant he was ready to fight.
“Calm down, Angelo,” Antoine said. “You can’t leave for nearly a year and not expect someone to hunt your turf.”
“Yes,” he growled, obviously upset that the other man called him by his given name again. “I can.”
When he released Tori, it was so sudden that she staggered and almost fell. She watched in horror as he grabbed the other man by the throat and lifted him from the ground with one hand.
“Leave this place and do not return,” Angelo said with a growl, then smiled coldly. “Or I will end your existence.”
The man swallowed with visible difficulty and held his hands out to his sides. “Sure, Angelo, sure. My mistake, it won’t happen again.” His voice was gruff, raspy, as he tried to talk while being suspended by his neck.
Tori looked on with horror. Part of her wanted to run from them all, but the other sane part knew if she did, the woman would realize she wasn’t under Angelo’s thrall. Mykaylia, no doubt, would be on Tori in a minute, sucking her dry. Tori squeezed her eyes shut and told herself if she got out of this alive, she’d never set foot outside after dark again. She reluctantly opened her eyes and watched the man’s feet dangle a foot from the ground as Angelo’s arm held him up over his head, his lips pulled back in an inhuman snarl.
“What do you want, Angelo?” Antoine laughed, obviously nervous. “Blood?”
The man looked frightened. His gaze darted from Angelo to his sister, then back again. Tori wondered if he expected the woman to do something to save him.
Angelo looked thoughtful. “Hmm… Not a bad idea.” His mouth opened wide, his teeth gleaming in the flickering light from a nearby streetlight.
Tori’s eyes widened as she saw his bottom teeth lengthen. She didn’t know they could do that. Before her eyes, her handsome vampire turned into an even bigger monster.
“Ang–Don Rigatti,” the woman cried. “Please don’t kill my brother.”
The woman backed up a pace. She didn’t seem so eager to kill now. It made Tori wonder exactly who Angelo was in the vampire community that two other vampires should be so frightened of him. Was he really so strong that two others couldn’t overpower him?
Angelo turned, slowly lowering the shaking man to the ground. The odd glow was gone from his pupils and his teeth looked normal again. “Take your sister and go, Antoine. Do not hunt here again.”
Antoine bent over, gasping, gulping air. He coughed, holding his neck. His sister bent toward him and wrapped a soothing arm around his shoulders.
Angelo sighed. “Stop the theatrics, Antoine. You don’t need to breathe any more often than I do.” He turned to Tori. “Come, Victoria. We have other business to attend to.” He took her arm and led her away, leading her into the strangely welcoming darkness.
Tori didn’t know what to think. He fought for her. He could have let the other two take her, but he’d stopped them. She shook the feeling of awe off, remembering he hadn’t done it for her, but to protect his territory, to protect what he deemed as his. It was too bad she fell into that category.
