Hellbound Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book Five) by Brenda Trim, Tami Julka Page B

Hayden deems that a death sentence,” the scumbag threatened.
    Santi grabbed the male by the throat and shoved him against a brick wall and lowered his face. The male didn’t have the same chemical smell as the bear, so Santi assumed he wasn’t using the product he was pushing. “Do you know who you are threatening? This whole fucking realm is my territory and I protect what is mine. You like selling this shit to people and ruining their lives. Don’t think I don’t know this is Angel’s Kiss . What do you think Zander would say to hear you are selling this shit on his streets? Your accusation that I’m walking around partially shifted won’t mean shit in the face of that fact,” Santi barked.
    Another stupid rule Santiago didn’t understand. The male was correct when he said Santi would be put to death if it was discovered he’d run around partially shifted. How was it right that this idiot could sell drugs but he couldn’t take action to protect the unsuspecting population from this poison?
    A light rain began to fall, cleansing the streets. Rain was ever present in Seattle, especially in the middle of winter. This time it quickly turned into a harder rain and pelted Santi’s head. The vampire shivered in his grasp as the temperature dropped with the rain. He didn’t know if it was from fear or the lightweight clothing he wore. T-shirt and jeans, no jacket, no gloves, no hat. It was fair to say this male wasn’t the sharpest tack in the box.
    “Who the fuck are you? You’re not realm police. Do you know who my boss is? Von’ll skewer your wolf and eat you for dinner,” the dealer countered with narrowed eyes.
    Yeah, Santi knew the piece of shit and that was why this guy wasn’t easily intimidated. He wouldn’t stop selling just because Santiago threatened him. He faced far worse if he betrayed Von. Santi would have to do something more to ensure he stopped distributing.
    Patting the guy down, Santi discovered his drugs in his front pocket. “I’m very familiar with Von and have plans to deal with him personally. But first, let’s give you a taste of your own medicine,” he said, twisting the top off two small vials. Angel’s Kiss mixed hallucinogens with angel’s blood and was said to give the user increased strength along with an incredible high that lasted days. It was fatal to humans who used it and instantly addicted supernaturals. It was incredibly difficult to make, and required the magic of a witch or sorcerer to bind the ingredients.
    He lightened his hold around the male’s throat and used his hand to squeeze his cheeks, prying his mouth open. The dealer immediately began thrashing his head from side to side, fear permeating Santi’s nose. Yeah, he should be afraid, he knew what one dose of this meant for him. Lifelong addiction.
    “Not so pleasant now, is it? Von would be nothing without scum like you selling his product,” Santi said, no remorse for what the male was now experiencing.
    “Please, don’t. I only give people what they ask for. Without me they’d find someone else to buy from,” the vampire begged.
    “So you think that makes it okay to ruin their lives. I don’t fucking think so. My punishment for you is to become reliant upon the very drug you sell. How quickly will you get into trouble with Von when you use the product he gives you instead of selling it?” Santi asked as he poured the liquid from both vials down his throat.
    He clamped his hand over the male’s mouth and forced him to swallow the drug. Santiago stepped back when moments later the vampire began convulsing. He dropped to the ground and began flopping around like a fish out of water.
    “Hey, what’s going on down there?” a stranger called from the mouth of the alley. Santiago ducked into the shadows and watched as the male, a human, crouched next to the dealer who was now foaming at the mouth. That wasn’t supposed to happen, Santi thought in a moment of panic, wondering if he had given him