Thirteen
Aurora
“I’m going to kill this stupid bitch!”
The unhinged man in front of me screamed out into the room. His friends hooted and hollered as he roamed around getting himself worked up. He had been drinking all day and this was the result of his intoxication.
I hated him. He was even worse than his stupid brother. The bad thing about it was he looked identical to Zeus. The only difference I could see was in the eyes. Hades’ eyes were crazed. He was definitely unstable.
“As soon as I figure out this amulet, I am going to cut her little head off and hang it from the ceiling fan for her boyfriend to find.”
Cheers rang throughout the dingy warehouse. I had been held hostage for at least three days. That’s how many times I counted the sun rising into the sky. I needed to find a way to escape this place before he was able to break the protection spell. He was closer than he knew, and I was starting to panic a bit.
Thankfully, the weapon in my bra was fitted with a GPS tracker. I just hoped that Sheil was still looking for me. As soon as I activated the tracker, I would be on his radar. The only problem was the weapon was hidden in my bra under my back fat. Nobody ever looked there when they patted you down.
They always checked the front of the bra, but nobody ever wanted to touch the fatty tissue on your back. All I had to do was get my hands loose and I would be on my way to freedom.
Sheol must have been going crazy with worry. My biggest regret was not telling him that I loved him. He deserved to know that. When I got out of this thing, I would make sure he knew he would never be without love in his life again.
It seemed the bitch that attacked me in HUSH was working with the Slayers. She had been stalking Sheol and knew where we were hiding that whole time. When the bikers arrived in town, she led them straight to me.
Hades’ rant pulled me back to reality. He pulled out a bull whip and started cracking it in the air. Now, as a black woman, this shit was pissing me off. I was aware of the historical ties to whips and white men. There was no way in hell that I would allow him to beat me with that thing. I would rather die first.
“I’m going to peel the skin off of your face with this whip, little girl. When I am done with you, that man of yours won’t be able to recognize your face. I might just wait around to watch him cry.”
He took the Don Julio to the head and drank half the bottle. The other ten men in the room were just as drunk as their leader. They were thirsty for my blood, and I was sitting there with no way out.
“I’m getting ready to steal your soul, your family fortune and your magic. They are going to tell stories about me a hundred years from now. This is how legends are made, bitch!”
The fool danced around me like he was doing some kind of ritual. He put more tequila into his mouth and then spit it in my face. I was so freaked out. I hated germs and I was sure this man had some kind of disease. At the minimum Hepatitis. He looked like he bathed once a month and smelled like it too. Gross.
Hades had the audacity to kick the chair I was sitting in, causing me to fall over. I landed on my back. I hoped and prayed the impact would be enough to activate the tracker.
It was late into the night when I heard a click and then the room was filled with smoke. It was something straight out of a war movie. One second the room was quiet, and the next chaos ensued.
Men stormed the room like they were infiltrating an enemy’s camp. Hope warmed my heart when I saw the Sin City MC patches on the men’s backs. Sheol had found me.