Page 40 of Hades

Fuck the loser who felt guilt, because he was not the man who came out on top and for all of Hades wrong turns, he felt like this was his path in life, the one thing he was good at was being really, fucking bad.

Feeling chipper, he took the drive back and left his truck in the space marked only for his vehicles and went inside the club. A sort of hush drifted through and he arched a brow as every man looked his way. Liquor, drugs and partying was the normal for every night, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Pouring a scotch from behind the bar he took himself down to the office, only the sergeant in arms he’d been with yesterday appeared part way out of one of the empty storage closets.

That asshole’s nuts were on the line if he was in there banging some bitch leaving his come stains all over. Narrowing his eyes, he was about to rip his sergeant a new one but was cut off when Smite practically bounced out of his boots with a grin over his face.

“The fuck is up with you?”

“Got—got summit for you, Prez.” He stammered. “’member those two bitches we seen yest’day?”

“What about them?” an imagine of the frosty princess dressed in yellow formed in his mind for a second. “Get the hell on with it.” He issued with a snap.

“Yeah. Yeah. Got summit you’ll like, boss.” Smite swung the door behind open and Hades nearly swallowed his fucking tongue. Fire exploded his belly open. An instant later he’d shoved the glass of scotch into Smite’s chest and strode heavy-footed into the closet almost plowing Smite down in his haste to get in.

Hair, pale as cream draped messily over her shoulders, masking half of her face from sight.

She was here.

That same woman he’d seen from his car was here in his club.

Unconscious on his floor.

Curiosity swirled the color of his tone. Eyes never drifting from the sight of the unmoving woman. Not even the annoyance of his nightly plans being shifted off course could dampen the flare of want in his blood as his gaze stroked over the girl decorating his floor. A heavy pulse thudded his throat and he licked his dry lips to put moisture back into his mouth.

“What did you do?”

“Saw her din’t I? she was bawling like a chick on the side of the road, Prez. Knew you’d like it, right? Knew I’d done right grabbing her for ya. She a pretty one. Could fetch a penny for her, right? I mean, look at her, she got virgin written all over them thighs.”

Smite wasn’t wrong.

She was a princess without her crown.

An angel fallen to hell.

And then, as he stood as tall as he was, hands lazily hanging at his side, with his eyes gazing down at a woman he’d seen only briefly for a few short seconds, the organ inside his chest thumping out of sync, he began to smile to himself.

And God smiled on the righteous.

He imagined as her eyes opened how she’d be confused before panic settled in her nervous system and her body going into survival mode, how she might shake at first and then relax into acceptance and then fear would wash over her like a great wave of nausea.

What was startling to Hades was not the woman unconscious on his floor, but the realization of how predetermined it felt and how fucking excited he was.

The hard cock in his pants was a good indicator.

He was so eager to know what color her eyes were he almost went to his knees to shake the woman.

The decision to correct this woman’s fate never crossed his mind. “What did you do to her?” he inquired casually. He wanted to know if Smite had touched her first. He wouldn’t be happy about that at all. Already stirrings of possessiveness lingered.

“Found some hatholane didn’t I? wanted to try it out, was gonna test it out on one of those bitches we sell but then there she was all crying and all, was easy, boss.”

Drugged.

“And then what?”

“Threw her in the car, drove like a maniac ‘cause wasn’t sure how long it lasted for, had to keep putting the cloth on her mouth just in case. Brought her back here for ya.”

“That was all?”

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