The Chaos Order (Fanghunters Book Three) by Leo Romero Page A

how they like it. If they take the US, then you can wave goodbye to apple pie and baseball.”
    “Why would they want the US?” asked Dom.
    Troy cocked a thumb his way, his stare fixed on Trixie. “Hasn’t this guy taken the crash course?”
    “The various orders all want control over each other’s territory,” Trixie answered, ignoring Troy.
    “It’s a turf war, son,” Troy added.
    “I’m not your son,” Dom replied.
    “Damn right you ain’t, boy. A shit-for-brains like you could never be made of these fine genes.” Troy grinned as he spoke, running his hands down the front of his jacket.
    A rush of anger shot through Dom; he grabbed Troy by his lapels. He pulled him in till their faces were inches apart. “Trust me. A dirty, stinky, sack of shit as low as you could never be replicated,” Dom sneered.
    “Oh, that hurts. Come on, sweetheart, give me another.”
    Dom brought his fist back. Trixie grabbed his wrist. “Come on, you two. Break it up. None of us has to like each other. The unfortunate fact is that Troy is still very useful to us.”
    “Yeah, but he needs us too,” Dom said through clenched teeth, his eyes never leaving Troy’s.
    “Oh really?” said Troy.
    “Yeah, really,” Dom echoed before he shoved Troy backward. While still staring at Troy, Dom dipped a hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a bunch of cash. Troy’s eyes lit up. A nonchalant grin spread across Dom’s face as he began rifling through the money. “Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty...” He counted nice and slow.
    Troy licked his lower lip, his stare fixed on the cash in Dom’s hand.
    “A hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred. Four hundred...”
    Troy flicked his eyes toward Trixie; she raised her eyebrows in a bored fashion, her hands resting idly on her hips.
    “Six hundred, seven, eight, nine... one thousand!” Dom declared, folding the stack of cash back up again. He held the money out on the air, flopping it up and down. A wry smile sat on his face, but his eyes still burned with anger.
    Troy straightened his jacket. He chuckled, his fangs coming on show. “Well, I guess we can all get along,” he said and took a step forward, reaching a hand out for the notes.
    Just as Troy closed his fingers around them, Dom pulled them away.
    Troy flinched.
    “Yeah, we can all get along, cause guess what, buddy, we’re going away for a while.”
    Troy frowned. “Huh?”
    Dom grinned and nodded. “Yeah. We’re all taking a trip across the border. Me, Trixie... and you. ”
    “Hey. I-I-I. What?” Troy stammered.
    “Yeah, you’re gonna be our guide to all things Chaos Order.”
    “You’re kidding, right?”
    “’Fraid not, Troy.”
    “Oh, I get it. You took out Leviah, so now you think you can take out Magdalena as well, huh? Well, newsflash, buddy, no one knows where she is apart from those Inner Circle guys and good luck finding them .”
    “That’s why you’re gonna help us, Troy. You’re the master vamp detector,” Dom reminded him.
    Troy huffed. “How the hell am I gonna get across the border? I can’t travel during sunlight hours. Trixie! Help me here!”
    “Well, you’ll have to travel at night, won’t you?” Trixie said, stepping up next to Dom.
    “And report back to us at sundown,” Dom added.
    “Or, it’s fake tan time for you.”
    “Permanently.”
    Troy’s top lip curled up. “Crap!” he spat, smashing his fists on the air. “I hate Mexico!”
    “Well, you better learn to love it. Fast,” Dom warned. He held out the money once more.
    Troy begrudgingly snatched it, muttering under his breath.
    “Good man,” Dom said with a toothy grin. “Now, go pack your suitcase.”
    Troy’s jaw dropped. “What?”
    “We’re leaving. Soon,” Trixie said.
    “Oh, man,” Troy moaned. “I’ve only just got off the sunbed.”
    Dom chuckled. “Better get your shades on too. It gets nice and sunny down south.”
    “Bastard,” Troy grumbled.
    Dom laughed out