Bloodcon

By S Coop

Be careful who you play with! You might get more than you bargained for! Ladies man Vincent Lasandro has killer looks and a body to boot. His mission, to get rich by using those assets. When he meets Morgan, things don’t go as planned and he finds this out the hard way. Will this encounter change his wayward, selfish ways? Or will it be business as usual?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365410888

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Bloodcon

BloodCon

By S. Coop

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or situations, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © <2016> by

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing: <2016>

ISBN <978-1-365-41088-8>

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Acknowledgements:

Mom & Dad, Wish you were here to read this story. Miss you with all my heart. One day I will see you again.

My children, You guys rock! I love you! You were the drive to finish my story. You’re what keep me going. I love you guys with all my heart and I want to show you that you can be anything you want to be as long as you have passion and determination. To my oldest son, you told me something a long time ago that stuck with me. It was simple, but very impactful. You are wise beyond your years kiddo, and you’re going great places!

My brother, Patrick Hailey, Thank you for being there for me when I needed you the most. I love you.

Michael, You’re a great friend. Thank you for pushing me to get this out. You are an amazing a talented writer and photographer.

Other shout outs, Dusan Dujlovic for the book cover, all my friends, and my fans. Love you guys!

Chapter One

The Meet

"Here you are sir, Club Red Rain. The cab driver threw the gear in park and looked at Lasandro, That’ll be fifteen dollars." 

Lasandro tossed a twenty at him and stepped out onto damp concrete. He smoothed out his sleek, gunmetal Armani suit and peered up at an old brick building. The aged flickering neon sign reminded him of a prohibition era Speakeasy.

Say, don’t go gettin’ into any trouble now, warned the cab driver as he sped away leaving a poof of smoke behind. 

Lasandro was told Ridge Port was the place to be, filled with plenty of single, rich women. He was not there by choice; he had to flee there to avoid getting arrested in Sun Valley. The job seemed like a good idea at the time, but proved to be a bust that almost cost him his freedom.

Con artist extraordinaire, he would secretly refer to himself. Although his success rate was roughly fifty-percent, that never stopped him. His real name was Vincent Lasandro. Some people called him Vinny, but he usually went by Lasandro. He stood at a height of 6’3 and had coal black hair paired with crystal blue eyes. One stare from him could bring a woman to her knees.

Conning lonely, older woman out of their life savings was his full time job. His usual prey were women who were at the point in their life where they craved anyone’s attention and would do anything to keep it. 

On his last con, everything had gone as planned, at first. That’s until the widow’s nosy daughter went snooping around and found out a little too much about him and told her mother. He had to disappear the first chance he could.

So here he was, heading to the exclusive Club Red Rain. He was told it was the hottest club in Ridge Port, frequented by only the finest, richest woman.  This is definitely the place I need to be.  .

Getting into exclusive places was of no difficulty to Lasandro. He conned the bouncer into letting him in and entered the dimly lit space.  It was a quaint place, a bit too dark for his taste, but looking at the modern décor, he could see what all the fuss was about. The red and black theme played off of the whole Red Rain name. He was glad it wasn’t a kitschy joint.  Lasandro hated kitschy. Tacky was how he referred to places like that.

Lasandro took a quick look around. The place was dead as a doornail. So much for my source, Lasandro chastised himself for listening to that suspicious man. I should have paid more attention to the shopping cart he was pushing and the tin hat on his head. I’m here now, may as well make the best of it.

He sat in one of the red leather booths nearest the dance floor. The music wasn’t exactly his taste and some of it he could tell was before his time.  He contemplated having a little talk with the owner about the choice of music when Evanescence’s Bring Me to Life filled the room.  Now this is more like it.

Can I get you anything? A pretty little red head popped up holding a tray.

Umm, yeah. Lasandro replied. He quickly browsed the drink menu and decided to wing it. Bloody Caesar.

Coming right up. Lasandro ogled her while she walked away, watching her behind bounce in her teeny, high-waisted shorts.

The flickering disco ball over the middle of the dance floor grabbed his attention and that’s when he saw his target. It was like she appeared out of nowhere. She was one of the sexiest women he’d ever laid eyes on. She moved with such grace; it looked like she was floating while she danced. She was there alone, swaying to the music. Glitter from her little black dress sparkled like a show of dancing lights. Why would such a beautiful thing be here alone? Maybe that guy wasn’t crazy after all. The hunt was on. He smoothed back his hair and nervously approached her. It wasn’t often that he felt nervous approaching anyone. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m never off my game. 

She eyed him coming her way and motioned for him to join her. Not in the mood to talk, huh? I can handle that. Her eyes were mesmerizing. Never in his life had he seen eyes like hers. He was no poet, but the words radiant clouds of mystery popped into his head.

The music vibrated the dance floor and she moved with it vigorously, never tiring, never faltering. As they danced, Lasandro knew they had an instant physical attraction for one another. Accurately reading body language was a required skill in his line of work, so he knew she was all but putty in his hands. After dancing to a few more tunes, he motioned for them to have a seat together. She followed him back to his booth where a watered down Bloody Caesar awaited him. 

He got a better look at her and noticed she was much younger than his usual targets. Her beauty was incomparable to any of his past conquests. The lights from the dance floor played against her coal black hair giving it a sheen that one only sees in shampoo commercials. Normally he avoided younger women because they were much harder to woo but for her, he had to make an exception.

What's your name? he asked loudly, competing with the roaring music.

Morgan, she replied.

What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone on a night like this? Lasandro used his usual charm.

"Looking for a man like you.

He was amused. She was very forward. Lasandro sized her up. It’s not like she’s some ugly broad. It can’t be this easy, can it? Judging by the way she’s dressed and the expensive couture jewelry she’s wearing, she is loaded. Nothing like my usual but she's definitely loaded. She is so loaded she smells like money.

Wanna get out of here? she asked.

Sure, he replied.

That didn’t take much, he thought. He chalked it up to years of experience.

Your place? She asked.

Well, you see, I just moved here so…

Your place will do, she insisted.

Well, okay, as long as you don't mind the lack of everything, he agreed.

Morgan nodded towards the exit and he willingly obliged. How could he not? Normally, he would have insisted on going to her place, but it was something about her. If anything, he figured he would at least have a one-night stand with her. He put his hand on her waist and led her outside where he held a cab.

They arrived at his place in no time. The yard was unkempt with dead grass entangled with tall weeds. He even saw a possum fearfully scurry into the back yard. I hope she didn’t see that. He was embarrassed about the place, but it was all he could afford for the moment but if anything went as planned, he knew soon he would once again be sitting in the lap of luxury.

They entered the house and Lasandro flipped the light switch. The house was no bigger than 800 square feet. He watched her study the place. He was sure she was not impressed by any stretch of the imagination.

She looked at him and walked to the middle of the room. 

It’s not much but it’s a roof over my head...at least until my house is finished being built. This is just temporary. I'm actually really loaded, he lied.

It's okay, she assured him.

Can I get you a drink or something? I have a bottle of vintage wine just dying to be popped open, he lied again. The wine was from a box, but there was no need for her to go in the kitchen to see that.

I can think of better things we could do, she gave him the look. He knew that look. That was the look of a woman that knew what she wanted and, at that moment, she wanted him.

That was his cue to make his move and he didn’t waste any time. Walking up behind, he gently slid his hands around her waist. She felt unusually cold, but that didn’t deter him. He brushed some of her hair to the side and placed steady, soft kisses on her neck.

You smell intoxicating, he greedily took in her scent. He’d been with his fair share of woman, but with her, he could barely keep his composure.

As do you, she replied while he continued his steady stream of steamy kisses, slowly working his way to the nape of her neck. 

Tilting her head forward, she began to moan. He felt like he was in a trance. The intense, euphoric feeling was unexpected and amazing. .

He started to unzip the back of her dress when suddenly her moans ceased. She stared forward, in a daze. Lasandro figured that she, too, was enjoying the euphoric trance of the moment. He knew he had that effect on women. Just a gift I was born with, he boasted in his own mind.

Are you okay? he feigned concern.

She kept looking straight ahead, Everything’s perfect.

He was elated to hear those words roll off her lips, but just as he was basking in the glory of thinking he was going to get majorly laid, she turned around and leapt on him with an animalistic look in her eyes. She didn't look sexy or graceful anymore. She looked like a wild animal; her veins seemed to be pop out of her skin.

That’s when it happened. She sank her teeth into his neck. The sheer force of the bite was almost enough to snap his neck in two. At that moment all he could think of was all the women he had wronged and now it had come back to bite him, literally. She sucked at his neck for what seemed like hours and with every drink she took from him, he became weaker and weaker and woozier.  Slowly she lowered him to the floor, and slowly, he lost consciousness.

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Lasandro? Lasandro, I know you’re in there!

Lasandro’s eyes snapped open to the incessant beating on his front door. Still lying on the floor in a daze, he adjusted his eyes through blurred vision. What the hell happened to me? He tried to figure out why he was out cold on the floor and felt like he was dead. He felt for a pulse to make sure he was still alive, then he patted himself down to make sure everything was in working order. He made his way down to his crotch and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Lasandro open this damn door!

He recognized the voice on the other side