Damon (The Protectors Series) Book #1 by Teresa Gabelman Read Free Book Online

already had a taste of blood lust and he'll be damned if he tasted any of Nicole's.
    Nicole stopped listening as her mind began to work. She could do this without violence. She knew she
    could. She had done it before. Seeing a teenager walking down the hall toward them drinking a Dew
    she headed toward him. “Hey.” She approached with a smile and cash she dug out of her pocket in her
    hand. “I'll buy that t-shirt off you for twenty-five bucks.”
    “Seriously?” The kid eyed the money she flashed in her hand.
    “About as serious as that Dew rotting out every tooth in your head.” Glancing down at her feet, then
    his, she took more money out. “I will give you sixty for the shirt and shoes.”
    “Hell yeah!” He started stripping out of his shirt and shoes stumbling around in his haste to get the
    money in her hand.
    “Thanks.” She pushed the money into his hand and grabbed her purchase. Toeing off her boots she
    starting stripping out of her long sleeved dress shirt she had worn to the club.
    “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Damon rushed over, grabbing the shirt, pulling it back down; not
    that he would mind seeing what she was hiding under her clothes. A quick glance around said that
    there were others with that same thought. Yeah not fuckin' likely.
    “I've got a sports bra underneath this. Now let go.” She shrugged from his hold and continued
    changing.
    Damon growled baring his fangs at the kid and police officers who stood watching her undress.
    “Dammit Nicole.” He pushed her behind him to give her some privacy. “Couldn't you have done that
    in the bathroom?”
    After putting on the rumpled AC/DC t-shirt that smelled awful, she grabbed the shoes and put them on
    without untying them. “No time and it's not like I'm going to ignite a lust fest in my sports bra. Geez
    vamp, chill.”
    Damon glared down at the top of her head as she rummaged in her bag. “What the hell is changing
    your shirt and shoes going to do to help with this situation?”
    Gathering her hair into a ponytail she wrapped the rubber band around it then stood. “I don't want to
    look like a social worker. I want him comfortable around me. I want to be on his level.”
    Damon snorted shaking his head. “Human, you are crazy.”
    “As a loon.” She smiled, shoved her bag into his stomach hard and walked toward Mitch. “Okay,
    ready.”
    “Nice outfit.” Mitch shook his head. This is why he didn't fire Nicole, as bad as he wanted to at times.
    She went the extra mile to do her job and that was something rare indeed. “Just don't get killed. Okay.
    The paperwork will be a bitch.”
    “Love you too Mitch.” Nicole snorted when Damon grumbled loudly. What was his problem?
    Walking through the doors, Nicole gasped. At least ten uniformed cops surrounded a curtained
    partition with their guns drawn. Her eyes then focused on their target. A typical teenager with blonde
    spiky hair, his eyes huge in his pale face. Not so typical was his scrawny arm wrapped around an older
    nurse's throat. Slowly she made her way in front, but out of the line of fire. Obviously Mitch had
    informed them that she was going to try to talk the boy down because no one tried to stop her.
    “Don't come any closer.” His fangs gleamed under the florescent lights, his arm tightening around the
    nurse's throat, making her cry out.
    Nicole put her hand out. “I won't Stevie.”
    “My name is Steve!” He spit out. “My fucking name is Steve.”
    “Okay, Steve.” Nicole dropped her arm. “Listen to me Steve. We have ourselves in a bad situation here
    and it doesn't look too good from where I'm standing and I'm sure it's not any better from where you
    are either.”
    “Yeah, ya think?” He shuffled back a step dragging the nurse with him.
    “If you let her go.” Nicole motioned to the nurse. “Everyone will leave then me and you can talk about
    what happened.”
    “Bullshit.” This time there was less anger in his voice, more hope in his