Page 2 of Hades’ Revenge

“So, you’re not legal in the states.”

“Depends on what I’m doing.”

What would you like to be doing?

“I can vote, drive, and join the military,” she said. “Study abroad, get a tattoo, and have sex, so I’m pretty legal.”

“I guess so.” Where the hell did you come from? “What part of New York are you from?”

“I said I went to NYU, I didn’t say I was from New York.”

“Sweetheart, with that accent, you’re either from New York or Jersey. There’s no hiding it.”

“Have you been to either?” she asked.

“I used to live in those parts.” I stared into the fresh glass Andrew had placed in front of me, recalling a time in my life when I wasn’t so jaded. “Almost twenty years ago.”

“Small world.” She gazed around the bar. “This place has such a cool vibe.”

“I like to think so.”

“My date is here.” She put up her hand and waved at the entrance as she hopped off the barstool.

Well, that’s disappointing. Is it really practical to think I would leave here tonight with a woman twenty-five years my junior? Of course, if I wanted to, I could. But just because I could, doesn’t mean I should.

Nikolas Stavros, the grandson of a man I had done some confidential jobs for when I returned to Greece several years ago, joined us at the bar.

“You’re late.” She arched her brow as if to say ‘How dare you?’

I like this one.

“I’m so sorry,” Nikolas said. “I left your name at the door.” He extended his hand for me. “I never expected Mr. Zikos would keep you company. I’m not sure if you remember me.”

“Nikolas.” I shook his hand. “How is your grandfather?”

“He’s doing well.”

Michael Stavros ran most of Athens and the surrounding islands’ organized crime territory. A well-respected figure who kept the streets safe for those under his protection. He had hired me to help him do that on more than one occasion.

There weren’t many men I would come out of retirement for, but I would make an exception for him. He had helped me establish myself in Greece after many years on the run.

“Capri.” He touched her shoulder. “I apologize for being tardy.”

Capri?

I stared at the woman who had captivated me for the last few minutes. The name was far too unique for it to be a coincidence. But if what I thought was true, that would be one hell of a coincidence. I didn’t believe in coincidences.

“It was nice meeting you, Capri.” I smiled at her. “Enjoy your evening.”

“You’re leaving?” She climbed back onto the barstool with effortless grace despite her high heels and short dress. “We were just getting to know one another.”

“Look how crowded this place is,” Nikolas said to her. He must have felt the need to stake a claim. “Mr. Zikos is extremely busy.”

“I do have a few things that need my immediate attention.” Like finding out if the mystery woman sitting in my private club was who I thought she was. “It was lovely meeting you.”

I lifted her hand and brushed her knuckles along my lips. When I gazed at her, her lips were slightly parted and her big, brown eyes were laced with curiosity.

I turned and hurried across the bar, reaching for my phone in my pants pocket faster than I could get away from her. She would be the right age. She lived in the area where I last saw her. And her name…