Ares plops back down on the couch as if my lowering of the gun is permanent, when I haven’t decided what to do with them.
Arrogant asshole.
“I can change my mind any second and blow off your dick,” I tell him, wiping the grin from his face.He spreads his legs, hand resting on his thigh, and I can see without getting too close that he’s got something down there worth losing.“So I wouldn’t get too cozy.”
Before he can reply with a stupid retort, the front door slams, and heels click on the tiled floor.
Wonderful.
My father brought another woman home instead of the dinner he promised me.He hasn’t been the same since my mother’s death six months ago.His grief has overshadowed mine.And some days, he forgets I live here.
Forgets I exist.
We used to be a team.But he’s chosen to heal his heartache for two months with one-night stands.I hear the familiar clicking of heels on the floor at night.And then again in the morning when they leave.Thankfully, I haven’t met any of them.
My dad is only forty-five, good-looking, and rich.So naturally, he has women throwing themselves at him.
“Oh, I see the four of you have gotten reacquainted.”I spin around to look at Athena Demetriou as she claps her hands together, smiling.“Good.I was hoping this wouldn’t be uncomfortable.”
One month before my mother’s passing, Athena’s husband was gunned down outside my father’s club.Adrian Demetriou was my father’s best friend and business partner until they parted ways over a financial discrepancy.My dad and uncle accused Adrian of stealing, even though he swore it wasn’t him.
The Demetriou brothers spent a lot of time at my house when we were kids.Back then, Atlas had braces.Apollo was tall but skinny and hadn’t completely grown into his height.Of course, Ares was as beautiful as his namesake.Except he had a bad attitude and got into a lot of trouble.
Not much has changed with Ares.
“Uncomfortable?”Ares snorts with laughter, aiming his honey-brown eyes at his mother.“Ophelia almost shot off my dick.I think we’re past the awkward stage of this fucked-up arrangement.”
“Language,” his mom hisses.“I hate when you speak like that.And don’t say the d-word.”
He rolls his eyes.“C’mon, Ma.Stop being such a prude.Would you rather I say penis?”
Athena cringes.“Ares, I would rather you not talk about your body parts in front of ladies.It’s rude and disrespectful.”
“I guess I should say vagina instead of pussy,” he says with a sly grin.“Duly noted.”
Athena angles her body and wraps one arm around me.“I’m so sorry about him, my dear.You have my sincerest apologies.”She brushes the hair out of my eyes and inspects my face.“How are you doing?”
“Okay, I guess.”I hug her, confused about why she’s here with her sons.“Still working through some things.”
Dad stands in the entryway, watching us with a rare smile.“I got your favorite.Moussaka from Mykonos.”
He only orders from my favorite Greek restaurant when he wants to butter me up.I haven’t eaten moussaka since my mom died.This must be an apology dinner for whatever is happening with Demetrious.
Are they on the run and need somewhere to live?
“What’s going on?”I ask my dad, then tip my head toward the couch.“Why aretheyhere?”
“I offered to let the boys stay with us.”He shrugs, clutching the bags from Mykonos that smell delicious.“They’re going to be family, after all.”
Family?
What the fuck?
ChapterTwo
OPHELIA
I blinka few times to clear the black spots from my eyes.For a moment, I think I’ll pass out as the room spins around me.But before I do, I regain my senses.
