Page 48 of Hades

For a man that killed and beat as much as he did he didn’t enjoy looking at blood. T-bone grabbed the girl’s arm and half dragged her behind and out the door. She was silent as a cadaver, maybe she’d wanted the baby, he wondered? He reckoned not. A week ago, she’d waited all day inside his room at the club after cooking and cleaning for them to inform, ‘it’s happened again, I need it fixing.’ It was testament to his conditioning the girl hadn’t tried to run once they were outside. She climbed docilly into his truck, sitting as far away from T-bone as she possibly could.

They were in Renegade Souls territory and about a mile into the journey back to his club when he saw bikes up ahead.

His heart spiked. Teeth clenched.

“Get her covered up. And sweet love, you make one fucking murmur you know what’ll happen.” The threat was enough that she pushed herself under the plaid blanket in the back seat and played dead.

“Trouble, Prez?”

“Probably. Have your piece ready.” He told T-bone as he rolled to a slow stop as the bikes came closer, clocked who was driving as they fanned out across the two lanes so he had no fucking choice but to stop.

Seeing it was Marinos and six of his men Hades back molars clanked together, his anger for the other man seethed inside his chest even as he turned off the engine and climbed out, pasting on a smirk as his rival climbed off his bike and approached. It wasn’t ideal to be caught in their territory with only his VP and his fuck-toy, he was fortunate this wasn’t one of his drop offs.

“You get lost and forget where you are, jackoff? Cause me and my boys are positive this ismycity and you ain’t welcome to even look at it let alone bring your stink here.” Announced Marinos with his lip curled.

To think once over Hades had been intimidated by this golden boy. He’d made it his business to know all of Marinos’ men, so when he saw the biggest one -Preacher- step down off his bike and approach to stand with his boss Hades arched a brow in challenge.

“The last time I checked this was a public highway. But you girls can stop getting your bloomers in a twist, we’re only passing through.”

“Get this, boys, the Prez-wannabe’s got jokes.” On cue Preacher’s slur had the others laughing. Hades didn’t shift his gaze from Marinos, and likewise blue eyes trained on him right back. Until the leader of the Renegade Souls suddenly moved his gaze to Hades truck, sweeping it the full length.

“You bringin’ shit through my city again? If me and my boys take a peek inside your ride, we gonna find anythin’ I wonder.”

Hades bared his teeth in warning, maybe showing too much of his emotion. “You’re not touching my ride, fucker. As I said, I’m passing through, no more than that.” And cautionary he moved a foot closer which got the others all ruffled like damn virgins as each stepped off their bikes and came forward like they thought Hades was gonna tickle Rider or something. Fucking morons, all of them.

Unfazed, as a president should be, Hades noticed, Rider stepped around him, walking to the blacked-out vehicle, circling around the back to the trunk and then around to the driver’s side. Hades pulse increased, fingers itched to use his weapon out in broad daylight and leave these fools in a puddle of their own blood. He was out numbered and felt it. If Rider were to open the back door and see who was back there, his little slut was sure to blab her pretty lips and tell all and then shit would be blown wide apart.

He knew he should have gagged the bitch.

“I don’t buy it. You better pray to your dearly departed granny that this car is empty of anythin’ that will make me kill you. ‘Cause I tell you, I’m really itchin’ for an excuse.”

Rider informed, reaching for the door handle to wrench it open. He was likely to be greeted by T-bone’s 9mm and wouldn’t that be fun.

They’d both probably end up dead, but Hades would make sure to take at least two of them with him, but for the first time in …. ever, the law was on his side when in the distance the flash of the sheriff’s lights was seen coming towards them.

Every man froze, before Rider let go of Hades car door and stepped away and back over to his bike. Hades cast a look through the windscreen and nodded towards T-bone to keep the bitch down.

Charlie Timmons was a weak, little man who appeared to be in Rider’s pocket from the way the sheriff swaggered over to him first like best friends forever exchanging bracelets.

“Let’s break it up, fellas. Unless one of you is waiting for roadside assistance, In the middle of the road is no place to have a tea party, you’re blocking this intersection.”

Hades rolled his eyes and climbed back into his truck. Relief pounding his belly.

“Keep her quiet.”

“Already am, Prez.” And when Hades looked in the rear-view mirror he saw as T-bone pulled the blanket off the girl’s head he had a hand tightly wrapped around her throat, her face red and pained like she’d taken a thump or two already.

Hades chuckled, putting the truck into gear, he drove off with haste, staring through the window at Marinos.

His time would come, and Hades would wipe the smug seniority look from Rider’s face once and for all.

Months crept by, his club swelled by a few numbers, but Hades also lost a few more when a deal went wrong.

Silence greeted him as he entered the hallway after stowing the bundle of money he’d come back with. Not a bad month’s work. He was enjoying this partnership with the Russian’s, it was all Hades could do to supply the women and drugs they wanted.

He discovered the girl sitting by the fireplace in the main communal area, hunched over her knees she was staring into the flicking flames as if she were all alone in the world. He chuckled to himself, he supposed she was since he'd systematically cut her off from the outside world.

Poor sweet baby. She could crawl onto his lap and ask for her hair petting.

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