Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“You don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.” I stand and tower over her, expecting her to cower, but she doesn’t. “And if you ever fucking slap me again, I will make you wish you were in that fucking car.”
“The second I have proof of what you did, I will have your balls in my fucking hands. The last man who truly fucked with me is dead. Just know I will make you pay for this. This violates the will, and you will be out on your ass!” she screams in my face, then marches away, slamming doors behind her.
I send out a text. “All of you, the billiards room now.”
It takes less than five minutes to get all of us in a room.
“Who did it?” I ask.
Silence.
“Who fucked with her car?”
“No one,” Heph says. “Wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Really?” I turn on him. “You would know how, and you are the only one who—”
“Who what?” Heph stands and squares off against me. “Who isn’t trying to fuck her? Who remembers what the fuck we are supposed to be doing and how it had nothing to do with getting our dick wet? Yeah, I am. I am not a killer, and her car is a fucking German import. I don’t know shit about German cars, I only work on American. So fuck you and your accusations.”
He stomps out and I feel like an asshole. Eros and Paris are both looking at me, hostility pouring from them. They don’t say anything; they just walk out.
Heph and I have fought before, but he has never yelled at me like that. He has never gotten so defensive, and Eros and Paris… I don’t know.
Sitting on the couch, I put my head in my hands and think. Is this my fault?
Are they telling me the truth? Did I make them think this was what we needed to do?
For the first time since the four of us came together, I’m not sure if I can trust the men I call my family.
Chapter
Eighteen
Athena
Pacing around my room, I am fuming. I don’t know who I can trust, who just tried to kill me or if it was an accident. There is no way for me to know. My heart is racing with a mixture of rage and terror. Part of me thinks Heph sabotaged my car. He is the type, but he looked genuinely shocked. Maybe he was shocked that I was still alive? But if he did it, it’s because Perseus told him to. But I don’t think Perseus is the type to have someone else do his dirty work. I’ll have my answers soon enough, once the mechanic gets back to me, and there will be hell to pay.
In the meantime, I have another mystery that needs to be solved. I sent my PI some information from my mother’s diaries and asked him to keep looking into her death. Her later entries sound paranoid, saying things like her pills were poisoned. Someone was watching her, and she was afraid for her life. Could banishing her not have been enough for my father, or did he know I was looking for dirt on her death and took care of her before I found her?
I throw my phone across the room and let out a frustrated scream. It’s too much. It’s all too much, and I need to talk to someone about all of this. Someone I can trust. I trust my brothers, but no way can I get them involved in all this. They hated the idea of me staying here and getting involved, and I sure as hell don’t want to admit that they may have been right. My father would just have everyone killed for daring to hurt his precious Godwin daughter and then order me back to Medusa as if nothing ever happened. No… my family is off the table.
Paris, he is the first name that pops in my head. He is sweet, kind, and chivalrous. I don’t think Eros tried to kill me either, if I’m being honest, but it’s Paris whom I need right now, so I find him.
He is sitting on the back patio with his laptop open on the table, typing away.
“Hey, you got a minute?” I run my fingers through his short hair.
“For you, of course.” He closes his computer and pulls me down onto his lap. “How are you?”
“Scared,” I answer honestly, leaning into him, letting his body heat soothe my nerves.
“I bet that was… intense.”
I don’t really reply to that. There is nothing to say.
“How do I make you feel better?” he asks, kissing my shoulder and holding me tighter.
“I don’t know. I’m thinking about hiring a bodyguard.” I’m not considering this. The words just fell from my lips, but it is a good idea. I have to stay here, but I don’t know if I can if I don’t feel safe.