Page 5 of Hades’ Revenge

“Um…” She glanced down at my finger still wedged under the strap of her dress. “You don’t have to look after me.”

“I wouldn’t have to if your daddy kept a better eye on you.”

TWO

Capri

Shit! I hadn’t meant for Sebastian Zikos to find out my name.

Damn Nikolas for screwing up this evening. First, by saying my name in front of the man they called Hades, and then trying to drug me so he could fuck me.

Calm down. I could still salvage this.

I took a deep breath and slowly released it like I did in yoga class. But the more I gazed into Sebastian’s stunning green eyes, the more my heart rate sped up. Those pictures I found of him online didn’t do him justice. He photographed like a model, but he looked like a Greek god in person.

Perfectly manicured beard, panty-dropping silver hair, and fantastic bone structure. Throw in the designer suit, expensive watch, broad chest, and muscular arms, and he was a romance hero waiting to emerge from the pages.

“Are you going to stare at me all night?” he asked with a smirk as he raised the strap on my dress and removed his hand from my shoulder. His touch forced scorching lava through my system. I prayed my deodorant didn’t fail me now.

“I wasn’t staring at you.” I guzzled the rest of my water, trying to coat my dry throat before I coughed in his face. “I was admiring your chiseled jawline. You’d make a solid model.”

“Where did you meet Nikolas?” he asked.

“Around.”

Nikolas and I met at a bar last week, around the time I stumbled onto Sebastian. That was a total accident. I had seen an advertisement for Club Hades that featured him. I wouldn’t have done a second take, even though he was pretty hot, if not for the Manhattan skyline tattoo on his forearm. My father had the same one. It piqued my interest.

After researching Sebastian, I found out he owned this club but getting into the exclusive area where most social media posts said he frequented would be a challenge. When I mentioned to Nikolas that I wanted to see Club Hades, he said he could get into the VIP section.

I may have been using him, but that sleaze tried to drug me. If not for Sebastian, I would have been… Well, thank goodness for Sebastian. I just wished I knew what his connection to my family was.

“Do you know how dangerous it is to go on dates with random men whom you know nothing about in a country you’re not familiar with?” He ran his hand through his neatly styled hair. “How reckless that is?”

“I tried to be careful,” I said. “I only went out with him a few times. I always met him in public and never went home with him. I’d say I was pretty careful.”

“What about tonight?”

“I was almost drugged in your private club.” I tapped my fingernails against the bar. “If I chose to post about that on social media, that could be a real problem for you.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No.” I clasped my hands together and rested my elbows on the bar. “I’m just saying that I did everything right. I can’t be blamed for what Nikolas tried to do. You’re not victim shaming me, are you? Because I could post about that too.”

His sexy lips curved into a smile, and I found myself lost in every inch of him. That was not my plan. I wanted a chance to see him in person, and maybe see his tattoo up close. If there was a connection between him and my father, I wanted to know what it was. Why had my father never mentioned him?

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here.” He pulled out the stool next to me and took a seat. “How did you end up in my club?”

“I chose to meet up with the wrong guy.”

“It’s just strange that Nikolas hasn’t been here in over two years, and tonight he not only brought you here, but he decided to drug you.”

“I guess I’m lucky he attempted to do it here, or else you wouldn’t have been able to save me.” I touched his forearm, trying to adjust his sleeve so I could get a glimpse of his tattoo.

He looked down at my hand resting on his arm. “I’m tired of your games.” He dragged his arm out from under my hand. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t you, Ms. Ferrante?”