My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Gen was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she sat cross-legged at the table, waiting. The air around her buzzed with anticipation, her energy infectious.

Ezra, on the other hand, sat with quiet patience, his arms resting on the table in front of him. He glanced at Gen's smug expression from the corner of his eyes but said nothing. He had learned through the time they'd been together to wait for Gen's ideas to fully unravel before trying to predict them.

That way laid madness.

The door opened, and Red strode in. Her entrance was like a burst of flame, her red gown flowing elegantly around her, matching the fiery waves of her hair that fell over her shoulders.

She somehow managed to look like molten lava personified. Stunning, dangerous, and mesmerizing.

She paused, lifting her brows slightly when she saw Gen sitting there, completely naked. Red's eyes flickered in confusion, her eyes lingering just a moment longer than necessary before she turned away.

"I won't ask." She muttered to herself. Ezra grinned at her words. He could see that the decision had taken effort on her part.

"Well," she said, her voice dry, "I see we've gone completely informal tonight." She gracefully took a seat at the table, her curiosity piqued. "Why did you call for me, Gen? I was in the middle of tracking some disturbing data when I got the message."

Gen's grin widened, the mischief in her eyes growing as she leaned forward. "Oh, I'll start when Olivia arrives," she said, practically purring with anticipation.

Red's eyebrow arched higher as she looked to Ezra, who offered nothing more than a faint shake of his head. Resigned to waiting, Red leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest as she settled in.

"Why are you so dressed up anyways?" Gen asked with a frown.

"I do have an appointment I need to look good for." Red said, grinning slyly.

Gen stared blankly for a moment, before matching her grin, realization coming upon her. Red would be seeing Ezra tonight for some… loving.

Ezra hid the grin that appeared on his face at the thought, his eyes roaming the room.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and Olivia entered the room. She swept her calm gaze over the scene, taking in Gen's nakedness without so much as a raised brow. Instead, she gave a polite nod to everyone and silently took her seat at the table.

Once Olivia was settled, Gen finally stood, her grin never faltering. "Alright, let's begin."

She glanced at Ezra, then back to the others, her expression turning a little more serious. "Ezra and I have been talking, and we think it's pretty clear who's puppeteering the Necromancer."

Olivia and Red exchanged glances before both nodded slightly, already guessing where this was heading.

"Helena." Gen said simply, her eyes scanning their faces. "She's the most likely culprit."

Both Red and Olivia sat in silence for a moment, thinking it over. Slowly, they nodded in agreement. The theory made sense, especially given Helena's earlier behavior.

Gen paced around the table, speaking as she walked. "I've come up with a plan to quietly deal with Helena. Not just get rid of her, but also get our money back from her. We can't confront her head-on without tipping our hand, but… there's another way."

Red, having expected some practical, straightforward idea, looked visibly skeptical. She knew Gen's ideas and how… whimsical they could be. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Gen stopped and smiled at Red, clearly enjoying the moment. "Remember that apology Helena offered? Well, I say we accept it."

Red's face darkened, her disapproval written boldly on her face. "No. Absolutely not." She said sharply, her tone biting. "There's too much bad blood between me and Helena. I'm not letting her off the hook so easily."

"I know." Gen replied smoothly. "And that's exactly what I'm counting on. We use that to our advantage."

Red was about to argue, but Gen raised a hand, cutting her off. "I'm suggesting an affair," she said, her voice dripping with excitement. "Between Ezra and Helena."

The room fell into stunned silence. Olivia blinked, her usual calm demeanor falling away for a split second. Ezra, wide-eyed, shifted in his seat, looking at Gen with genuine shock. "What?"

Gen beamed, clearly loving the reactions. "Hear me out! Hear me the fuck out!" She raised her hands. After they calmed, she continued.

"Helena's smart. She's paranoid. There's no way we can get her into a position where she'll let her guard down. Unless," she paused dramatically, "we make it something she wants. And what better way to trap her than by creating a scenario where she believes Ezra is seeing her behind our backs?"

Ezra ran a hand over his face, trying to understand what Gen was suggesting. "You want me to… what? Seduce Helena?"

Gen nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! Think about it. She won't have any contingencies in place if she's the one wanting the meeting. She'd want to hide the fact that she's involved with you, keeping it secret. It gives us the perfect opportunity to control when and where she's vulnerable."

Red's expression was cold as she folded her arms tightly across her chest. She remained silent for a moment, processing the audacity of the plan.

But Olivia frowned, seeing some merit to the plan. She leaned forward, nodding in approval. "It's risky, but it's clever. If she thinks she's pulling the strings, it lowers her defenses. And no one would suspect it's a setup. This way, if she's not the puppeteer, we can use the peacekeepers to track down the real puppeteer and get back the slush fund.

Either way, it's a win-win for us."

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Ezra, though still shocked, began to consider the possibilities. Gen's plan wasn't entirely insane. It was bold, and it put Helena in a compromising position. A position they could exploit to get their money back. "It could work," he admitted slowly.

"What about you, Red?" Gen asked.

The room fell silent again as all eyes turned to Red. Her expression was tight, her jaw clenched. It was clear she wasn't on board with the plan.

After a long pause, Red exhaled sharply, leaning forward on the table. "I'll go along with it," she said, her voice low and firm, "but on one condition."

Ezra met her gaze, waiting for her to continue.

"You have to promise me." Red said, her eyes darkening. "After this is done, after we've gotten what we need, whatever happens between you and her, you kill Helena. No mercy. No loose ends."

Ezra held her gaze for a moment, understanding the weight of what she was asking. It was something he would be doing anyways but he knew she needed the reassurance. He nodded once. "I promise."