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  Suicide Queen

  Dana McIntyre Must Die: Book Four

  S M Reine

  Copyright © 2017 by S M Reine

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  About the Author

  1

  Dana McIntyre saw the attack coming from miles away. Not that there were any visible signs. None of her fellow prisoners liked her well enough to warn her it was coming, and couldn’t have even if they’d wanted to, since she’d been in solitary confinement for her first few weeks in detention.

  But everybody knew that the daughter of Lucas McIntyre had landed herself in Arizona’s OPA detention facility. They knew B Wing had been shut down to keep her safe until her trial date. There was no way to keep that a secret: the news networks wouldn’t shut their fat mouths about Las Vegas’s guardian angel falling from grace.

  So. As soon as she was out of solitary, someone was going to attack her. Dana knew that much. Frankly, with this kind of opening, she’d have been disappointed if they hadn’t made an attempt on her life.

  After all, Dana was responsible for half the preternaturals in that very detention center.

  Her lawyer, Lucinde, had argued passionately against putting Dana into an OPA facility. Dana wasn’t a preternatural. She was a human woman, born and bred, and the black fingers of Genesis had made no change to that status. She belonged with other humans.

  Except for a period of a couple months where she’d been a vampire.

  And the part where she’d committed a lot of crimes as a vampire.

  Call it a loophole, call it a mistake, but by law Dana’s ass belonged to the Office of Preternatural Affairs.

  Lucinde was still arguing at that moment—not because she hoped to drain more legal fees from Dana, but because Lucinde had a sense of justice too strong to let an old friend land with criminals she’d incarcerated. “If she goes in there, she’s dead,” Lucinde had said, wagging her finger at the Undersecretary of the Office of Preternatural Affairs, Cèsar Hawke.

  “If I don’t put her in there, it’s preferential treatment specifically forbidden by post-Genesis bills,” Cèsar had replied. “Sorry.” The last apology had been directed toward Dana, in this offhand, we have mutual friends and I don’t wanna do this to you, but I also don’t care about you enough to fuck things up sort of way.

  Solitary confinement lasted the first couple of weeks.

  The trial date came and went.

  Trials for people locked in OPA detention centers happened separately from the mundane justice system. Cases were heard by panels of judges. Lucinde Ramirez, attorney at law, had put on a nice suit and argued passionately against leaving Dana with vampires, shifters, and witches who hated her guts. The state argued that Dana knew exactly what she’d been doing and the cost of it, and she needed to face the music.

  The judges agreed.

  Dana was going to face the music.

  “Medium security means conjugal visits,” Dana had told Penny, her wife. She’d meant it as a half-joke. Great last words for Penny to share with friends before she went behind bars.

  Penny had not laughed.

  Even for an orc, she had an awful sense of humor.

  Dana was taken out of solitary confinement the next day. At breakfast, she felt eyes following her up the line in the canteen. They were probably staring at how great her big ass looked in black-and-white stripes. She’d have been staring too, but it was awkward to twist around like that without tripping.

  Dana got some hoots, some catcalls. But mostly she got a lot of uncomfortable sideways glances. A table emptied out when it looked like she might be sitting there, just so that nobody else would have to sit beside Dana.

  Everybody knew she was going to be attacked. Nobody wanted to risk being near her when it happened.

  Dana got to eat her first—and ultimately last—meal with the general population that morning, accompanied primarily by whispering, stares, and flickering fluorescent lights that made her eggs look like literal shit. Tasted like shit, too.

  The attack didn’t come in the showers, much to Dana’s surprise. Or when she was in the communal bathrooms with their half-height stalls, trying to crap out the greasy meatloaf she’d eaten for last night’s dinner.

  She made it all the way back to her cell at afternoon lockdown without getting attacked.

  “New place, same as the old place,” she muttered, looking around her cell. It felt spacious compared to her last room. There was a desk in addition to the toilet and bed. She even had bookshelves, which she supposed she’d stock by trading cigarettes or some shit as time went on.

  A little more room, a little more crap bolted down so that she couldn’t use it as a weapon. Exact same bullshit.

  “Arms through the bars,” said the guard who’d taken her back.

  She stuck her arms through the slot. “I don’t recognize you. You’re not one of my best friends from solitary, sweetums.” Being locked up had been excruciatingly dull, so she’d passed the time doing bodyweight exercises, praying, and annoying the guards. Guards didn’t like being called cute names.

  This was supposed to be the part where the guard unlocked her cuffs and let them fall away. He’d already unlocked the guy across the hall. A black-eyed incubus asshole.

  But the guard only lifted the keys, and then dropped them without touching her. Making a show for the security cameras.

  Dana sighed. It was time for the attack. She wasn’t even going to get to enjoy the Wonder Bread sandwiches at lunchtime before getting the snot beaten out of her. “Did they buy you off? Or are you helping them get me through the goodness of your heart?”

  The guard fingered the key that would unlock Dana’s hands, mouth twisting with thought. He looked genuine when he said, “Sorry,” and walked away without unlocking Dana’s cuffs.

  The guard’s apology was a lot like Cèsar Hawke’s apology. Perfunctory, kind of sorry, but kind of not.

  Nobody in these parts cared much about Dana McIntyre.

  “Two more weeks,” she muttered to herself, rolling out her shoulders and arms as much as she could with them tied together. She needed to be limber for the fight to come.

  If Dana could survive two weeks in the general population, she’d get to her appeal. Even if Lucinde couldn’t convince the panel of judges to let Dana run free, she might get Dana into solitary.

  Two weeks.

  Dana had barely two minutes before the lights in the hallway turned off.

  The attackers who came around the corner were wearing the same striped clothes that Dana was, indicating that they were prisoners who should have been in their cells. The same guard who had left Dana cuffed looked to have stopped by the max-security ward to let out its uglier inmates.

  “Is this a housewarming party?” Dana asked brightly, backing up to stand in the corner of her cell.

  Keys jangled. The door whined as it sl
id open.

  There must have been a dozen inmates in the hallway, but it was the three vampires who stepped into Dana’s cell. They were clearly Paradisos. Only vampires from the Paradisos had reason to look that angry.

  Dana had done a real number on the Paradisos before getting locked up. She was involved in the deaths of the last two masters. She’d gotten warrants against all the vampires and their businesses, wrenching the most profitable tourist destination in the nation out of their control. And she had shut the Paradisos down completely.

  One day, the Paradisos had owned Clark County. The next day, they had been scattered to the wind with the tumbleweeds. Everyone knew who was responsible for that.

  “You guys look grumpy,” Dana said. Her back bumped into the corner. “I think you haven’t gotten enough sleep.”

  The center vampire twisted her chin to make her neck pop. “Quite the contrary, McIntyre. My kin and I slept all morning in the vampire ward. We’re feeling refreshed. In fact, I think we’ll be ready to go for hours without stopping.”

  Dana slid one of her feet along the wall an inch, subtly feeling for the plumbing. “Ooh. All night, huh? That’s a big promise that’s hard to keep.”

  Another of the vampires cracked her knuckles. The third bared his fangs.

  “We’ve got plenty of time to take turns with you,” said the first vampire. “We’ve made sure nobody will be here all night long.”

  Dana wasn’t sure where the first punch came from.

  Vampires were fast. Some of them were really fast. Dana knew, because up until her arrest, she’d been a master vampire with heightened speed powers.

  She was not a master vampire anymore.

  Dodging didn’t happen.

  She got slammed into the wall.

  Her heel struck the piping behind the toilet, and she snapped off a length of metal. Dana stooped to grip it in both hands. It was, unfortunately, some sort of steel alloy—no wood here for staking the vampires. The water gushing over the floor wasn’t blessed to burn them, either. But Dana got the pipe between her face and the next punch, so she didn’t get struck again.

  She dived, crashed into her attacker. They rolled.

  Her hip slammed into bars. Fingers closed around Dana’s hair and yanked. Her cheekbone struck the side of the cell.

  They were a blur of hands—a lot of slapping, hitting, pinching with fingernails. Not the usual style of vampires.

  “Fuck,” Dana swore, kicking out with both of her feet to hit one of them in the face. He barely even reeled. “You guys are taking it gentle.”

  “We promised to make it last all night,” said the first vampire.

  Dana laughed. “Who’re you answering to? Was it Black Jack? Or that one guy—Urien? Syzdek? Who in the Paradisos won’t let his grudge go?”

  They didn’t respond. She didn’t expect them to.

  She was yanked off of her feet. With her hands cuffed, there wasn’t a lot she could do to stop them once they held her like a pig carried to the roast. Couldn’t even keep them from sticking her head in the toilet. She felt like a kid getting a swirly. Except with more brain damage.

  They lifted her up, slammed her down again. Cold porcelain smashed the top of her head. She tasted toilet water.

  Dana hooked her arms behind the toilet bowl in the struggle.

  Next time they yanked, she yanked too.

  The toilet wrenched free of the wall.

  It wasn’t weight beyond the vampires’ ability to handle, but it was more than they’d expected. Shifted the math. Made them drop her.

  It also pissed them off.

  Fangs flashed. Fingers dug into her elbows and pain flared on Dana’s shoulder.

  A vampire biting from behind.

  “You heard what she said! No drinking from her!” That was the first vampire shrieking at her male companion.

  Dana felt angry and dizzy—not because she’d been bitten, but because she suddenly suspected she knew who had sent these vampires after her. “Was it Nissa Royal?” she asked.

  Their response was, “Shit.”

  OPA agents were coming up the hall, black-clad and carrying ribbon charms.

  Dana raised her voice to shout. “I’m in here!”

  And then the vampire who was biting her slammed her face into the bars, just hard enough for Dana to black out.

  Dana woke up in the jail’s medical ward, cuffed to a bed and wearing a paper gown. “Oh, fun,” she groaned, letting her head drop back to the flat pillow-like device that didn’t actually make the bed more comfortable.

  This wasn’t her first time seeing a healer while in the detention center. They’d had to fire a couple of guards after attacking Dana in solitary confinement, too. The guards hadn’t gotten as far into the beating as the vampires had. But then, the Paradisos had always been nastier and more creative than anyone else.

  “You’re awake.” Penny slid into the room, carrying a cup of coffee in her sturdy green hands. She ducked in time to keep her horns from hitting the top of the doorway. “I asked them to give you some analgesics off the bat instead of waiting to see how you felt waking up. How do you feel?”

  “I feel great,” Dana said. “How about you?”

  Penny’s expression was pinched. “I’m not thrilled to be back already.”

  “What? It’s been two whole weeks since my last hospitalization.”

  “I hoped you’d make it to the appeal without having to see another healer.” Penny sat at her bedside with a sigh, sad eyes traveling over Dana’s face. “If you’re worried, you should know that the venom didn’t take. You’re not turning vampire again. He was too weak.”

  “I know,” Dana said. “It’s not my first bite. Or my first vampire.”

  “Or the first fight you lost.”

  “I didn’t get a chance to lose. I was rallying for my next tactic.”

  “The one where you laid on the floor getting kicked to death?”

  “I was gonna kill them all,” Dana said with confidence. “I’d have thought of a way before they killed me.”

  Penny sighed. “I have bad news.”

  “Don’t tell me the appeal’s been delayed.”

  “Worse. That’s why I’m here even though it’s two in the morning. They sedated you so that you could sleep through most of the healing, but I came the instant they said you woke up because I didn’t want you to have to deal with this alone.”

  “And not because my face got the wrong end of a meat tenderizer?”

  “I stopped waking up for that years ago.” Penny brushed the hair off Dana’s forehead. The orc’s fingers were so warm. “No, it’s—”

  The door opened again.

  Undersecretary Hawke entered. He was wearing a suit jacket hastily pulled over jeans and a Green Lantern t-shirt. “McIntyre, good to see you.” Cèsar yawned widely. “Would have preferred to see you after noon, but hey…”

  “Oh look, Penny, it’s the guy who put me in the position to get my ass kicked by old enemies,” Dana said. If Cèsar hadn’t spoken against her in the trial, she never would have gone into the general population.

  He pulled a chair over. “A consequence of being a hero is making lots of enemies. Means you’re doing your job right. But it’s also something you just gotta deal with. You don’t wanna get tossed in jail with your enemies, then don’t break the law.”

  “That’s fucking genius,” Dana said. “Why the fuck didn’t I think of that years ago? Thanks for the support, you fuckbat.”

  “Fuckbat?”

  “Like a bat you use to fuck people with huge gaping assholes.”

  Cèsar’s laugh drowned out Penny’s horrified gasp.

  “I’m not here to be supportive,” Cèsar said. “I’m here to hire you. Chief Villanueva says she’s hankered to get you on her team for years, but you’ve always resisted it. I’m here to undercut her outstanding offer. If you want to skip the appeal and get out today, you gotta come work for me.”

  Dana wasn’t sure if she
was more insulted or incredulous. Did he think she was that stupid?

  Recruiting arrestees wasn’t a new tactic for the OPA. It was how most of their agents had been hired before Genesis, since the criminals in question hadn’t been offered alternatives. But Dana knew she had alternatives. She was too smart to fall for whatever bum deal they offered.

  Cèsar should have known that.

  Maybe he did.

  Yet here he was, proverbial hat in his hands, looking downright contrite as he asked Dana to come work for his organization.

  “What went wrong?” Dana asked.

  “Las Vegas is a mess. Preternaturals are vying for control of the city now that the Paradisos are gone.” He looked sheepish. Was his skin glittering like diamonds? Made Dana think of Barbie horses with glitter combed into their manes. “Also, the economy has collapsed. Mundanes are looting.”

  “Can’t tell me you didn’t see that coming.”

  “Oh, we did. And we’re working on all that—except the mundane looting, since that’s Charmaine’s job—but we’re stretched thin. I want you to look at a group of murder victims. We believe they’re the result of a serial killer. A lone actor getting his rocks off in all the chaos.”

  “So you don’t want to hire me,” she said. “You’re begging me for help.”

  “Dana,” Penny said softly, warningly.

  “Look, I don’t have to beg for anything,” Cèsar said. “You can come work for me in Vegas, or you can get back on the merry-go-round of prison beatings. Up to you.”

  Dana didn’t have to think about it very hard. “I’ll work this case.”

  “Great, then it’s settled,” he said.

  She kept talking without pause. “But let’s get one thing straight: I don’t work for you. I’ll contract with you, I’ll offer my expertise, I’ll mop up whatever mess you left behind in my city. But I’m doing it solo. I won’t be the government’s dog on a leash.”