Page 75 of Hades’ Revenge

Now that I was away from the scene of the hit and back in the room, I waited for the calm to return to my demeanor. Perhaps it was the fact that I hadn’t done a job in New York for a long time that had unsettled me. Maybe it was the urgency of this hit that left me feeling off. I was more of a planner. With precision and detail, there was less of a chance of mistakes happening.

Time wasn’t always a luxury when it came to executing a hit. Opportunity played a large part in logistics. Romero had the information, and I had the skills. I had delivered what was expected of me and pleased my client. Having the head of the New York crime family on my side was a huge benefit. One that I had planned on using if the situation arose.

“Sebastian,” Capri’s groggy voice jolted me from my grim thoughts as she joined me by the window.

I turned and smiled at her, taking in her tangled hair cascading over my shirt that I had worn to her party last night. She hadn’t bothered to button it. The last I remembered it was on the floor by the bed where it had landed after I took it off her. Her long, toned legs went on forever. As I took them in, I recalled how powerful they were when hooked around me as I fucked her against the wall.

“Good morning, beautiful.” I trailed the rose down her neck and between her breasts before handing it to her. “I hope you slept well.”

“I did.” She smelled the flower. “I didn’t even hear you get out of bed.” The space between her perfectly groomed brows wrinkled as she looked me over. “You wore that to the gym?”

Black jeans and a tight-fitting, black t-shirt covered my body. Plain and unassuming. Nothing about my clothes would stand out if I had crossed paths with anyone who might have to identify me later. I suppose my silver hair and beard could give me away, but most people were too occupied with their faces in their phones these days to give an accurate description or place me at a scene.

“I didn’t go to the gym.” I reached for her hand and brought her to my chest. “I had to take a meeting.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“Most of my business is done in the middle of the night.”

“What kind of business?” She glanced at the table. “That wasn’t there before we went to bed last night.”

“My gun?” I smoothed out her hair. “It wasn’t.”

“How long were you gone?”

“A few hours.”

“Where did you go?”

“I had to work.” When I touched her face, she inched back, still fixated on my gun. “Why don’t we go for an early breakfast, and then we’ll make arrangements to head to Greece?”

“You’re able to eat after you…” She dropped the rose on the table next to the gun. “Like nothing happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you… I’m not sure…”

“What is it that you want to know?” I backed her to the edge of the table. “Are you asking me how I could end someone’s life and go about my day?”

She nodded.

“It’s part of the job.” I stroked her cheek. “I told you who I was that night in my study. You remember that night, don’t you? The night you came to me and asked me to take your virginity?”

“I didn’t know what you did for a living then.”

“No, but you knew who I was, and even after I warned you to stay away, you didn’t.” I swiped my fingers along her neck. “When I did tell you I was a hit man, I told you that I would hold the door open for you if you still wanted to leave, but you didn’t go.”

“I didn’t want to go.”

“Do you want to go now?” I lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the table. “Is reality finally starting to set in?”

“I thought I knew who you are but…” She trailed her hands along my chest. “I didn’t expect you to leave our bed and…”

“And what?” I reached for my gun, checking to make certain the safety was on. “Work?”

“You haven’t been here in years.” She focused on my gun as I clutched it in my hand. “Why now? You haven’t even been back for that long.”

“Everyone still knows who I am.” When I brought the barrel of the gun close to her neck, she tensed. “What I’m willing to do.”