Gateway I: The Gateway Trilogy
Every 
predator has a weakness.
When an 
ancient being, the last of his kind, meets a fiery woman sought by evil, 
neither one of them is prepared for the consequences.
Gateway is a 
shape-shifting demon hunter who finds, protects, and prepares the Chosen - 
human females with the ability to redeem or destroy demons. For centuries, he 
has followed the rules…
Establish 
connection
Complete 
genetic imprint
No personal 
attachments…
Until he 
meets his newest charge – curvy, fiery, headstrong, and angry with the world. 
Following the rules while fending off demons is going to take everything he has 
and then some.
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The employee who came to get 
Gateway stopped short of the hallway, his blue eyes wild with fear. More 
symbols lined the back of the club where the offices and restrooms were, but 
once again, there was no time to ask about them. 
As soon as we reached the small 
sitting area outside Gateway’s office, two men were waiting there for him. 
They both held guns as they 
glanced at me, then at Gateway, dropping their heads in the next second as if 
they had broken some unwritten rule I wasn’t aware of. The whole thing was like 
a scene from a bad mafia movie. 
Gateway immediately shoved me 
behind him before I could even gasp, but he didn’t let go of my hand. 
“Good Evening, Mr. Savoy,” one of 
the armed men said. 
The last thing I wanted to do was 
distract him, but I instinctively placed my free hand at his back for support 
to keep from passing out. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I had never 
been one of those weak, simpering females like so many in horror movies. I 
didn’t mind a good fight from time to time and I had definitely won my share, 
but guns were different. They had a strong tendency to give the holder almost 
100% advantage, if the holder knew how to use them, that is. 
Gateway squeezed my hand in 
reassurance and for some reason I believed him. I trusted that he had it all 
under control. Of course, my subconscious was screaming for me to get the hell 
out of here and stop acting like a damn fool, but I needed to believe him 
because my feet wouldn’t move and my legs felt wobbly. I really didn’t need the 
drama right now or ever, for that matter. Hell, I was embarking on a job search 
the next morning.
“Evening. How can I help you?” Gateway 
asked as if he didn’t see the guns.
My hand tightened, clutching his 
back like a security blanket.
“We figured one of your staff 
would see the urgency of getting your attention,” the man with the gun replied. 
“What you can do for us is to open your safe.”
The next few seconds were a blur 
of rapid movement and I was still behind Gateway, so I only caught bits of the 
action.
 Arms moved, mostly Gateway’s and feet 
scuffled, mostly everyone else’s except for Gateway’s. The scuffling 
feet were mostly the gunmen’s. 
I couldn’t see how he managed to 
do it, and I’d only managed to do it a few times in self-defense class, but 
somehow Gateway took the guns from both men and dropped them to the floor. I 
knew I would never forget the clattering sound they made when they landed on 
the concrete. I know concrete is supposed to absorb sound, but the guns sounded 
like thunder in my ears because all of my senses were amped with adrenaline. 
 Then Gateway finally let me go and stepped 
away long enough to lift both of the men by their necks and pin them against 
the wall. 
The sound of running water drew 
my attention to the fact that one of the men was pissing himself.
Both of their faces were masks of 
horror, eyes huge, mouths open, soundless. They just hung there, all the fight 
gone out of them in an instant. 
I wondered what exactly were they 
seeing and thinking.
“Look what you made me do. You 
scared my lady friend, and almost made me lose my temper.” 
Gateway sounded dangerously calm 
to my ears and I couldn’t see his face. Almost? 
What is he like when he actually loses his temper? “If I ever see either of 
you again, you’ll end up in the same condition as your weapons, except I’ll 
make sure to make you suffer first. Understood?”
The men nodded in quick time like 
bobble heads, unable to speak with Gateway’s hands around their necks.
 I slumped against the opposite wall in an 
attempt to pull myself together. I was probably in shock, but I definitely was 
mesmerized by the way Gateway had dismantled the would-be robbers. 
The minute he released the men 
and turned to face me, my feeling of relief flew out the window as the thieves 
ran for one exit and I ran for the other. I wasn’t running from Gateway, but 
from the whole near-death experience. If not for meeting Gateway, I would have 
sworn this day had been sent from Hell.
I glanced back like Lott’s wife 
in the Bible and like her, I immediately regretted it. Unlike the nameless 
biblical character, I was looking to see if Gateway was following me. A flash 
of red grabbed my attention and I couldn’t look away. 
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