Page 25 of Hades’ Revenge

“What is it?” I asked.

“That man.”

Just as I turned, a man sitting alone looked down at his phone, avoiding eye contact. I didn’t recognize him, but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t supposed to be in this lounge. A few of my associates often extended their privilege of being in the VIP lounge to guests.

“What about him?” I asked. “Do you know him?”

“No, but he took our picture,” she said. “He pretended he was taking a selfie but the phone wasn’t at the right angle. He was taking it of us.”

“Are you sure?”

“I know how to take a selfie. I also know when men are checking me out.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I motioned for Atticus to come over.

“What are you going to do?” She crossed her legs. “It’s a public place. He can take our picture, right?”

“Not if I say he can’t.”

“Is there a problem?” Atticus asked.

“Who is that man at the bar over there?” I nodded in the amateur photographer’s direction. “The one in the black shirt.”

“I haven’t seen him here before, but I can ask at the front door what name he gave when he arrived,” Atticus said. “What did he do?”

“He’s a creeper,” Capri replied as she nodded. “Maybe a stalker.”

“You would know a little about that.” I smirked. “Wouldn’t you?”

“That was different.” She adjusted the bottom of her dress. “I was on a mission.”

“Maybe he is too.” I waved over a couple of my men who stood by the patio doors that led to an outside bar. “He violated tonight’s no-photograph policy.”

“I’ll confiscate the phone,” Atticus said as my two security guards joined us. “Is there anything specific you would like me to do?”

“Bring him to me.” Questioning him myself would put my mind at ease. Was it as innocent as being captivated with Capri, or did he have another motive for taking our picture? “I want to know why he was so intrusive.”

“We’ll be right back.” Atticus signaled for the other men to follow him.

“Why don’t you go to the ladies’ room and fix your lipstick?” I extended my hand to help her off the stool, but she didn’t accept it. “Capri?”

“I don’t want to fix my lipstick.”

“Perhaps I shouldn’t have phrased that as a question, because it wasn’t one.”

“You’re ordering me to go to the bathroom?”

“I’m requesting you give me a few minutes to handle this.”

If Leo had something to do with sending this man to spy on Capri, I didn’t want her to know. I wanted to see what I was up against first.

“There’s no reason for you to be here when I take care of this,” I said.

“I disagree.” She straightened her posture. “Here they come anyway, so it looks like I’m staying.”

“I’ll handle your defiance next.”

“What does that mean?” she mumbled.