Chapter 3

I’d been medium height and gangly in high school, but now at thirty-three, I was as broad as Pierre and just as tall. I was still quiet, though, and kept to myself a lot unless I was working. I spotted Thierry, large and looming with a scantily-clad twink whose pants barely covered his ass, and his cock was obviously hard.

I kept them in sight as I wandered to the bar to get a Pepsi from Val. “Here you go, gorgeous,” he said as he handed it over.

I chuckled as I always did. There was no way that I could be anything remotely approaching good-looking as far as I was concerned, not with the mark on my face. “You’re sweet and such a fibber,” I replied as I took the glass from him.

“You wound me, love. I would have you know that many of the patrons come here, not just for the vampires, but to catch a glimpse of the man with the purple mark. You’re a pop-culture icon, didn’t you know? Gabe the Fearless who works with vampires.”