Rise Of The Boogeyman
Ezra adjusted his overcoat, the thick fabric rustling softly in the night air. Beneath it, he wore a sharp tailored suit, its dark color blending smoothly with the shadows that cloaked the alley.
An ornate demon mask covered his face, its visage glinting faintly in the moonlight. It had been a month since they began the mission of merging the two gangs together, and tonight, his presence was crucial to the next step of their plan.
They had moved out of the penthouse to a secret location near the Southside, a new base that offered them a mixture of both security and anonymity. Ezra had been enjoying the new house with his wives. Gen spending the first night with him and Olivia the next. The best part of being a vampire? Super endurance. There was nothing quite like fucking his wives through the whole night.
Even with the pleasure, the past month had been a whirlwind of calculated moves and deception, each step carefully put in action by Olivia and Gen.