I Dare You To Meet Me
Chapter 23

Hunter Hell POV

I see how the Russian’s delicious a*s disappears from my sight and I take a step to follow her and try to explain this damn misunderstanding to her. But the petite body of a very insistent redhead prevents me from being able to do so.

-Don’t worry VP, she’s not as good a f**k as I am, I did you a favor by getting rid of that rigid little princess. She says the son of a bitch in a honeyed tone.

-Damn Jenna!-. She screamed a little and separating me as best I could from her slutty claws. “Who do you think you are to get involved in my business! I’ll make sure your a*s pays for this when we get to the club.” I tell her, pissing off, if Tasha hates me because of her, she will pay me dearly.

The girl squirms in fear but then her haughty attitude returns and she gives me a confident smile.

-I know that you would never do anything against me Hell, I am highly valued among the brothers and you know that. Better relax a little and let’s have a good time. Her hands run over my arms and I make a face of disgust as I push her away from her again.

-My answer is the same as always Jenna, I don’t f**k with women who know more c***s than stars in the sky, she doesn’t go with me so understand it once and for all before I get tired. I say tensely as I push her out of my way and go in search of the Russian doll.

-It’s funny that you say that, because El Prez’s daughter doesn’t seem to be that different from me, I mean, after all, he was already with someone when we arrived and if you hadn’t threatened him to leave, who knows how far they would have gotten. I thought that would be enough for you to see what kind of woman that girl is, but it seems like you’re still blind. Hades won’t be happy to know that you almost f****d his princess on the wall of a nightclub.

He says behind my back and my mind sees everything red because of the threat in her words. Without measuring myself even a bit, I turned away from her and took her by the arm and dragged her to the back exit of the damn bar. Jenna complains about her and asks me to let her go but like hell I will.

No f*****g bitch threatens me and gets away with it.

Once outside of her he pushed her hard and she trips over those whore heels she is wearing, her hand caresses the mark my fingers left on her arm.

-Listen to me, Jenna, wipe your f*****g mouth before you talk about her again. That woman is nothing like you, and you’re not even close to her. What’s bothering you is that she’s only been in the club for a few days and already has more than half of the brothers drooling over her a*s and if she weren’t the daughter of the Prez, someone would have already given her his patch, something that you you will never get. And you’re not going to say anything to the Prez if you don’t want your life to become a f*****g hell. I’m warning you, you don’t want to have me as an enemy. He ended up snorting like an angry bull. Let the bitch be grateful that she is a woman because otherwise she would already be taking the shit out of her body.

Jenna swallows and shakes a little, but damn, it seems like the bitch is deaf or stupid because a smile stretches across her lips as she approaches me, her hands find mine and she leaves a k**s on my chest. .

-Now, there is no reason to get aggressive. My lips are sealed, you know I was joking. I won’t say anything about you and that little princess, but don’t be angry.

Disgusted, I push her away again and go back into the bar.

I had no idea what she was doing here. When I had seen the green-eyed girl with that idiot caressing her alone in her room, a murderous instinct had almost made me lose my mind. I had to get out of the place quickly before I hit that stupid guy. Later at the bar I was drowning my anger in alcohol when Jenna had approached me, but as always I ignored her. She was talking to Bruno and the twins when the Russian had arrived with the idiot and a blonde who, although she was sexy, couldn’t even match the green-eyed girl’s pinky.

After they left, her eyes glowing, I had a good time where the image of the doll dancing while her perfect tits bounced free from her lack of bra made the problem in my pants impossible to ignore.

I convinced the boys to go to the club and the redhead who, after being remade by me, was very fond of Demon, was included in the plans.

As soon as we got to the bar I saw her. And damn it warmed my b***d with those death movements of her body. She almost made me trip over my saliva, the only thing I could think about was having that perfect body under mine while she penetrated her hard and she screamed my name until she was speechless. She almost murdered the guy who dared to k**s her, THOSE LIPS WERE ONLY MINE. Diablo had to restrain me from starting a fight at that moment.

But I waited patiently and as soon as she separated from him it didn’t take long for me to approach her and warn her to keep her hands away from MY GIRL, because like hell she didn’t know it yet but she was mine. The guy cowardly ran away as soon as he saw my vest and I returned to my friends, the green-eyed girl returned to the dance floor and continued to torture her. My eyes never left her h**s, her waist, her butt, her tits, her lips, all of it was f*****g provocation, and I wasn’t the only idiot ogling her with her gaze. .

Bruno took advantage of being there to ask the Russian’s blonde friend to dance and I approached the green-eyed girl, praying that she wouldn’t give me a black eye for dancing with her that way.

And like f*****g hell I wasn’t expecting the turn of events. The Russian’s lips tasted of alcohol and something else. Her skin was soft and creamy, slightly salty from the sweat of dancing. I couldn’t resist and she almost destroyed the shorts she was wearing to take her right there.

If she thought about it, it was a good thing that bitch Jenna had interrupted us. The only place I wanted the Russian was in my bed, or on the couch, or anywhere else where there weren’t so many lustful eyes watching her.

But any chance she had was gone as soon as Jenna’s lying a*s showed up to f**k everything up. Maybe I should have been tougher on her, if Tasha didn’t look at me again I would make sure she didn’t get a roof over her head again in this f*****g state.

Once inside the damn club I look for my friends, Bruno is not there and Demon is sticking his tongue down the throat of a chestnut on the dance floor. Diablo is having a beer recharged at the bar and that’s where he turns to me.

-Why the grim face? Didn’t La Rusa help you reduce that bad mood? -. He asked me amused and I g*****d as I asked for a glass of water. I needed to clear my head a little because I had to ride my motorcycle back.

-Shut your mouth, everything was perfect until Jenna’s lying a*s showed up and told her that she had brought her and then left her alone. I was lucky they didn’t cut my balls off at that time. Now I have no idea where she went or how I’m going to convince her that what she heard was just a lie from a jealous bitch. I say frustrated, drinking the glass of water in one go.

Diablo sees me with a raised eyebrow and turns around so he can get a good look at me.

-And since when do you care to clarify any misunderstanding about skirts? It’s not like you get into many anyway, but you’ve never been bothered by what other people think of you.

A snort leaves my lips and I cross my arms, my friend has a good point. Since when do I worry about these things?

Ever since I saw Prez’s daughter calmly sipping a beer at the clubhouse bar like it was anywhere but a motorcycle club.

Diablo shakes his head and pats my shoulder.

-Be careful what you do brother, you are playing with fire with that girl. Don’t forget that she’s not just anyone, she’s our Prez’s daughter, and not only that, she’s his firstborn, the only memory he has left of his VD, if she finds out that you can’t keep your d**k still with her, she’s going to hurt you. to blows. Remember that I gave up her daughter and her wife years ago to keep them safe, and it won’t make her happy to know that you are dragging her to the place she wanted to keep her away from. He says very seriously and I know he does it out of concern for me.

And damn I know all that, he doesn’t have to remind me. There are like a thousand f*****g reasons why I should keep my a*s away but I don’t want to.

There is something about that girl that makes me go crazy and want to have her by my side all the time. And I know she sounds crazy knowing that I’ve only known her for a few days. But even in this short time with her I have seen so many facets in her person that only make her more interesting and a mystery that I need to solve.

How her emerald green eyes give off fire when she fights with her father.

How she smiles sideways, daring the world to contradict her.

How her laughter is sweet and genuine when she is happy.

As she may seem strong, she is invincible but in reality she is vulnerable and full of feelings.

Damn she was lost. I don’t know whether to curse or thank my Prez’s DV when she left that clause in her will, because otherwise I don’t think I would have known her.

My head is buzzing with so many thoughts.

-I’m tired of this environment, I’m going to the clubhouse. I hope I can talk to her and that my balls survive that encounter.

I say goodbye to Diablo and leave him at the bar. I don’t feel bad about leaving him alone because although I don’t take more than a couple of steps before a black-haired woman approaches him all smiles.

No brother really had a problem getting company wherever we went, and yes, I include myself in that group.

I leave the place and go to my motorcycle parked on the sidewalk in front of the entrance. I put on my helmet and hurriedly accelerate to get home as soon as possible and see the princess with emerald eyes.

My c**k teases me by tightening in my pants and I speed up even more. The memory of the Russian’s lips and her body fitting perfectly with mine is too fresh in my memory.

I arrive in record time and I admit that I may have missed a traffic light or two.

I look around and see his Harley parked there so I assume he’s here. I get off my motorcycle and rush inside. The bar is packed with brothers enjoying the night. The Prez is not close and that in a certain sense relaxes me, the further away I am from him when I am hot for his daughter, the better for him.

The one who is nearby is Toro and he gives me a strange look when I make my quick retreat to my room. Normally I would stop by to share a beer or two. But now he had a bigger goal in mind.

I jump up the steps two at a time and arrive in the blink of an eye at the doll’s door. I mentally review the speech I’m going to give him before raising my hand and knocking on the door.

A few moments pass and I receive no response, so I repeat the action with more force.

The door in question opens a little. Of course, I had to fix the lock I broke last night when I rescued her from the nightmare.

Her mouth goes dry as the image of the green-eyed girl wearing nothing but panties, her tangled hair, and her glassy eyes asking me to stay with her comes back to me.

Focus Hunter. Talk first f**k later.

“Tasha? I need to talk to you. Are you asleep?” I speak and I still don’t have an answer.

-Russian?-. I say and now I push the door so I can see the room, and my heart stops when I see everything plunged into darkness. I put my hand on the switch and turn on the light.

The place is the same as when I had come in the afternoon. My legs go to the bathroom and I find it equally empty, with no signs of life.

She hadn’t arrived yet or she was avoiding me.

Well if she was the second she wouldn’t make it so easy for him. We were going to talk whether she likes it or not. I sat on the carpeted floor of the room, my back leaning against the foot of her bed. She was going to wait until she showed up and we would clear things up.

But the minutes turned into hours.

And sleep overcame me, and without wanting to, I fell asleep.

(…)

-You have exactly ten seconds to give me a good reason why you are in my daughter’s room if you don’t want to start a new life of celibacy-.

Hades’ furious voice makes him open his eyes. Damn, this is the second time I’ve been caught sleeping in this room.

“Well? You have five seconds left.”

-It’s not what it seems, last night I ran into her in a bar and we had a fight over a sweet a*s, so I wanted to talk to her. I try to explain as I stand up and grimace in pain.

Hell, sleeping in that position is not comfortable at all.

“I still don’t understand why the hell you spent the night here.” She says and I know she is holding back from hitting me.

Wait, did he say all night? Hadn’t the Russian woman returned?

-Well, I came to discuss the matter but she hadn’t arrived yet so I fell asleep waiting for her. What time is it?-. I ask and the Prez sighs as he continues annihilating me with his eyes identical to hers.

They didn’t know it but they were more similar than they thought.

-It’s almost ten o’clock. I’m not coming down to breakfast and I wanted to talk to her so I came to look for her. Imagine my face when I find her bed empty of her and my VP asleep at her feet.

I swallow a little nervously but process the information.

-Well, she didn’t come here, I was waiting all this time and I don’t think I fell asleep enough to not hear her arrive.

Hades seems to give up on the idea of ​​cutting off my balls because he stops looking at me in an intimidating way.

-If she didn’t come to sleep here last night. Where the hell is she? -.

Ask and by the Devil’s beard I want to know too.

…I assure you that if at any time I feel like f*****g it won’t be with one of your men and it definitely won’t be under this roof, so rest assured… …

If I want a night of s*x it will be with someone anymore but I won’t make this mistake again…

She didn’t go sleep with another idiot did she? Curse! I’ll kill the guy in question if that’s the case.

I want to tell the Prez of my homicidal intentions but the sound of approaching footsteps draws our attention to the person interrupting us.

It’s Tasha who walks calmly, and she doesn’t stop or be surprised when she sees her father and me in her room, she just raises an eyebrow and continues with her thing.

A growl echoes mine when I see her outfit.

I will definitely kill someone.

-What the hell are you wearing?-. Hades asks through clenched teeth and dripping with fury.

The girl smiles innocently as she bats her eyelashes.

-This? Is the latest trend in fashion. The best outfit to wear after a night of partying.

She says as she spins around making him appreciate her figure hidden from her under a clearly masculine shirt that reaches below her thighs and does little to hide her nipples. A slight trace of short can be seen underneath. She is barefoot and carries his boots and her blouse in her hand.

My hands turn into fists and the muscles in my body tense.

Emerald eyes lock onto mine and a spark of defiance shines there.

Oh doll, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into…

Tasha Medusa POV

Wow, such serious faces, one can’t joke anymore because they take everything seriously.

But they both deserve it well. One for a gossip and another for an idiot.

-Although it is not too much to ask, I would like to be able to change my clothes for something more comfortable. Or are they invading my personal space for some specific reason? -. I tell them while I raise my eyebrows and look at them more seriously.

“I want to have a talk with you,” Hades says, looking seriously.

Now what did I do to make him want to talk to me?

-Is there a problem?-. I say tense.

-You are my daughter and I haven’t had you around for years, I would like to have a civilized conversation if possible-.

Her worried, sad tone makes my back tense and my throat close. Anger and sadness fighting inside me. I wanted to meet you too, dad, but when I came to look for you you had already replaced me.

I blink quickly to get rid of the melancholy that threatens to drag me down, rather I listen to the rage that still burns in my soul.

Anger is something I’m used to, sadness not so much.

-And whose fault is it that we are strangers? Besides, I already told you that I have no interest in being part of your life or that you get involved in mine. I blurt out with an acidic tone, my father turns pale and I’m sure his eyes are blurred with tears, but he turns away from me before he can check it.

-You’re right, it was stupid of me to ask you this. Forget it, see you at dinner.

He says in a hoarse voice and my heart clenches, I want to take back what I said but at the same time I don’t. My father leaves my room and leaves his VP and me alone.

Forgetting about his presence, I fall on the bed and cover my face with my hands.

What am I supposed to be doing?

I don’t want to belong to this world, I don’t want to spend time with my father, I don’t want to listen to his reasons, I don’t want to be part of his family, I don’t want to give him even the opportunity to forgive him. I literally carry scars on my skin about the consequences of abandoning him. I’m so mad at him that I almost call it hate.

But if it is like that…

Why does it also bother me to see him look bad because of me?

A sigh escapes my lips with a g***n of frustration.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on him.” Hunter says and I sit up in bed to see him.

-Sorry?-. I tell him more irritated with me than with him.

-El Prez loves you too much, and although he made mistakes I am sure he wants to correct them. The woman he loves died, and he doesn’t want to lose you too.

My throat tightens and I stop from where I am to approach the biker who sees me with a deadly serious expression.

-My father can’t lose me because he hasn’t had me for years. I’m sure he made mistakes and damn me too, we are human beings, no one is perfect – Hunter opens his mouth to speak but I get ahead of myself – But I don’t believe he would want to make amends for shit, if I hadn’t come looking for him for the my mother’s testament he would never have done it. So make no mistake, I’m not the heartless bitch who despises the poor man who goes out of his way to get close to me. The only thing I’m doing is returning all the indifference and monotony that he showed me the last thirteen years. Don’t try to paint me as the bad guy in the story, you’re not going to get anything from me.

Hunter sees me with his lips pressed into a tight line, as each word left my mouth my conviction grew. My father disappeared from my life when he needed him most. Now I didn’t want anything anymore.

-He didn’t tell you because he thought you were being bad. He says finally and it makes my eyebrows shoot up and I cross my arms skeptically.

-Oh no?-. I say scathing.

“No,” he says, separating and walking towards the door. “I said it because I assumed you would be a better person, but it was my mistake.” I’ll fix the lock this afternoon.

And he leaves, leaving his words behind. As if he hadn’t hit me with them.

A gasp of pain escapes my lips and I bring my hands to my abdomen as if I were actually recovering from a punch.

My eyes close. And I try to take it all in. Hades’s hurt expression, Hell’s harsh words, and the anger that runs through my veins like fire.

But now cold sadness also freezes my endings.

I swallow, in my mind my mother’s accusatory gray eyes punish me. I can see the angry and serious expression he gives me. She would be disappointed in me if she saw me treating my father this way.

A sigh leaves my lips and I grab a set of underwear and then go into my bathroom.

I desperately need a shower.

I let the water calm me down.

I get out of the shower after feeling clean enough. I walked over to the mirror and cleaned it with my hand so I could see my reflection.

Green eyes look back at me, the girl in the mirror is pretty. But she looks tired, she is pale and she makes me feel sorry for her. I try to smile, but she looks too forced. I don’t remember when I stopped smiling naturally to make it so fake. Was it when my grandparents or my mother died? Or was it when I lost Nikolai? Maybe it was before. When I discovered my dad’s other family, or when I heard my mom on the phone and I knew that he didn’t want anything to do with me.

Either way it was wrong. People should always be happy because life is too short to waste it suffering.

I pursed my lips and the red color returned to my cheeks along with a spark of anger in my eyes.

I am better than this. I am a Kozlov, and I am stronger.

I put on my underwear and left the cubicle, I opened the closet and didn’t bother much to think about what I was going to wear, dark pants, a white tank top, socks and my combat boots.

I didn’t bother brushing my hair or trying to dry it, much less put on makeup. I just took my keys and my cell phone and then left my room, I jogged down the stairs with a goal in mind.

I am a better person, I know I can be.

-Careful-. A male voice makes me pay attention and I stop in time to avoid us colliding.

He is one of my father’s trusted bikers, the one who saw me as if he were part of his family, the oldest of all.

What was his name?

-You are very distracted, is something wrong? -. He asks calmly and I feel nervous.

Just ask Tasha.

-No, everything is fine, just…- I bite my l*p- Do you know where I can find Ha… My father?-. I stand corrected, I don’t want our problems to become public knowledge.

But the man continues to look at me as if he hadn’t heard the slip and he smiles slightly at me.

-El Prez went out a few minutes ago to one of the club’s mechanical workshops. You need something?-. He asks me and I shake my head.

-Could you tell me where it is?-. He finally asked and the biker gives me the address.

-Thank you…-. I say trying to ignore the fact that I don’t remember his name.

-Theodoro, but tell me Bullet, no one uses my name so if you say it, they most likely won’t recognize it. He smiles at me and I smiled back.

-Okay Bullet, see you-.

-Good luck with whatever you have planned Tasha. And I don’t mean to get involved in matters that aren’t mine, but I’d like you to know that I’ve known Prez since he was a brat, and he’s not a bad person. He tries to keep that in mind. He tells me before patting my shoulder and continuing on his way to who knows where he is.

Why is everyone defending that man out of nowhere?

I shift uncomfortably, I don’t like this sensation that I still don’t know how to put a name to.

He continued on my way and took out my cell phone and then entered the address of the workshop, memorizing the route while I got to my motorcycle. I get on it and put on my helmet before setting off.

Damn this is a terrible idea.

I’m on my way to the place, apparently it’s time to have a father and daughter conversation.

(…)

I stop my motorcycle in front of what is evidently a mechanical workshop, there are many men with gray overalls and a crow logo walking from one side to the other.

They are dirty, full of grease, some have mechanical keys and others have some pieces of things I don’t know about. Some faces look familiar and I think I’ve seen them before at the bar, but I’m not sure.

I swallow, my throat feeling suddenly dry. I take off my helmet and leave it on the seat. I brush my hair out of my face and curse myself for not wearing anything to hold it back.

The men watch me as I approach but then one says something that makes them stop paying attention to me and continue with their own thing. My teeth play with my l*p as I approach the least intimidating biker I see, clearing my throat to get his attention.

-Do you know where Hades is?-. She asked as his hazel eyes collide with mine.

-In his office, at the back on the right, it is the only door there is, if it is closed I recommend that you knock first, today he is in a bad mood.

He tells me before continuing with his thing, he whispered a thank you and I followed his instructions. It’s my fault I’m in such a bad mood.

The sound of my boots is drowned out by the bustle of the place, and I’m too busy thinking about what I’m about to do that I don’t bother paying attention to the place.

Soon I came to a wooden door, very similar to the one in the clubhouse, the difference is that it is white and has many decals of car brands, motorcycles and the Black Ravens logo.

It’s ajar, so I raise my hand to ask permission to enter but the voices coming from inside stop me.

“…Tasha is a spoiled brat and I don’t understand what the hell she’s doing here.” I recognize Bruno’s tone, and my anger flares up when I hear him call me that way.

-It’s funny that you call her that way when she’s bigger than you. Replies my father’s voice.

Am I bigger than that guy? Wow, I didn’t expect that one. A snort reaches my ears.

-Only for a couple of weeks, but age is not the same as maturity. Honestly, father, she has nothing to do with our life and she has made it clear to us that she has no interest in trying to be one. So why do you keep trying? My stepbrother says angrily and I hold my breath waiting for the answer.

-Because she is my daughter and my Old Lady’s, b***d of my b***d. My family, I don’t expect you to understand it, or that she does, no matter how much she continues to reject me, I will never see her as anything less than that. My father says hurt but decisively and my heart skips a beat.

Damn, now I’ll have to listen to it.

I raise my hand again to interrupt them but leave it halfway again with my stepbrother’s next comment.

-You yourself said that you couldn’t believe you had a daughter who was a murderer and that you weren’t going to allow behavior like that in the club. What do you think about that? She could very well have lied to you about this boy Nikolai and the reasons for his death, and we would never know the truth because Demon hasn’t found anything. Her father, we don’t know anything about her other than she has a violent personality and hates us. Do you really think it’s wise to let her get so close?

Did he tell you about my past and Niko? That bastard, son of a bitch, demanded that I not say anything to anyone about how I can have his a*s in the street if I want, but does he tell MY personal problems to whoever he wants? I clench my jaw with rage.

-Besides, I heard you arguing with Hell on the phone. She didn’t get to sleep last night, didn’t she? Apart from the fact that she arrived wearing men’s clothes, and Demon says that he found her and your VP very comfortable in bed a couple of nights ago. It’s no better than another sweet a*s at the club who just wants money, a vest, and screwing up our existence in the process.

My hands form fists and that’s when I decide I’ve had enough.

I’m not going to waste my saliva arguing with people who aren’t worth it, I turn on my heels and walk away from that office.

How stupid I am, for having felt guilty, for thinking I should listen to him, for thinking about giving him a chance.

Idiot Medusa, there you have your answer. They are all idiots and don’t deserve you, focus on getting your a*s out of here as soon as you can. Russia is your only home and it always will be.

I leave walking strongly, pushing away anyone who gets in my way.

I don’t feel like getting on my motorcycle so I continue walking down the street when I leave the workshop, I kick stones on my way and after a couple of blocks I arrive at a small park.

It is a rectangle of grass with benches to sit around and in the center a lot of games for children. Even though the Sun is at one of its maximum points, that does not prevent the brats from being full of energy running from here to there.

I drop my butt on one of the benches and my hands search my pockets for a cigarette and I grunt when I can’t find any.

Great, this is definitely not my week.

I think bitterly. I cross my arms and let my eyes wander around.

I see children playing freely with their mothers taking care of them. There are kids of all ages and sizes. The ladies look tired chasing them but smile as they carry them or push them on the swings.

My heart hurts particularly when I see how a blonde-haired lady helps a little girl of about five years old slide down a slide. The mother picks up her daughter and fills her face with k****s while the little girl laughs with delight.

Oh mom, if you were here everything would be different.

I click my tongue and my head tilts to see the sky, the sun’s rays hurt me so I close my eyes, I let the star burn my skin. Maybe a Californian tan wouldn’t hurt at all.

So I can complain about something other than my disgusting present.

My jaw clenches tighter again. Hades had no right to share my private affairs with anyone, especially his beloved son. Apart from the fact that he hasn’t corrected him when he called me an opportunistic bitch.

Damn, how angry, if at some point the idiot has the balls to say those things to my face, I swear that…

-Excuse me, miss.-. I open my eyes and fix them on a small figure standing in front of me.

A child of no more than ten years old is looking at me indecisive and afraid. His hair is platinum blonde, almost albino, his eyes are a bright blue, and his features are childish and tender. He is dressed in dirty brown knee-length pants and a gray t-shirt. I notice that his eyes are shiny with tears and his little nose is red.

-Are you okay kid?-. She asked a little worried, the blonde shakes his head.

-I fell and it hurts a lot, I can’t find my brother and I’m scared. He says and his voice cuts off as tears begin to slide down his face.

I bend down to take them off.

-Let me see where you got hurt- I tell him calmly, the boy shows me his scratched palms with a little b***d, he also points out his knees.

I grimace seeing it full of dirt.

-Where was the last time you saw your brother? -. She asked him trying to think of what to do.

-He told me to wait here for a few minutes while he did something, I don’t know where he went. Can you help me please? It hurts too much. She says as she lets out more tears and sniffles.

I let out expletives in my head against the imbecile brother who dared to leave the little one alone. Did the idiot not know how dangerous that was? Any lunatic could kidnap the little one!

-Of course I’ll help you little one, let’s clean this up first. Do you know where there is a store to buy a bottle of water? -. She asked him and he nodded, with his little finger he pointed to the other side of the park and indeed I saw a red awning with shelves outside.

-Perfect, sit here and don’t move, I won’t be long.

The blue-eyed blonde obeys me and sits on the bench, I run out to the store. I’m lucky to find a five dollar bill in my cell phone case, he bought a bottle of water, some tissues and a lollipop. He returned as quickly as I can and I am relieved to see the boy where I left him.

He kneeled me, leaving the things on the bench. He smiled at him to reassure him and my hands go up his pants, letting me see his injured knees. I sigh with relief when I don’t see anything more serious than a couple of scratches.

-It’s nothing serious, you’ll be ready in a minute, friend. I tell him while winking at him. The little boy stops crying and he sees me hopeful.

-Seriously, it’s not that bad?-. He tells me in his childish voice and the pain and anger disappear. He smiled at her with all my teeth.

My hands open the water bottle and wet a tissue before gently running it over one of his knees.

-So what, if it was nothing. You are very strong and I assure you that you will recover very quickly, you will see how tomorrow you will continue playing without remembering this. The boy smiles at me very proudly.

-I’m strong, I’m a big boy, my dad always tells me that. He says happily and smiled tenderly as he cleaned her other knee. Once that part of his anatomy was finished I pulled down his pants and asked for his hands.

“You have very pretty eyes,” he tells me in a dreamy voice while he cleans his right palm.

-Well, thank you very much, I like yours too. The little one blushes and I want to squash his cheeks.

-I have my mother’s eyes, but yours are the same color as my father’s and my brother’s. I like them a lot, I always wanted to have them like that too, but dad says it’s not possible and that I can’t change my eye color. He says sadly and I feel the color drain from my face.

Did he…

She swallowed and wiped his second palm.

-What’s your name little one?-. I say, pretending to be calm that I no longer feel.

-Gael, what about you? -. F**k f**k f**k, what did Hades say his second son’s name was? Damn memory, you fail me when I need you most!

-Natasha, but everyone calls me Tasha. What are the names of your parents and your brother? -. I say and finally finish with his hands. I hand him the lollipop and the blonde smiles at me as he puts it in his mouth.

I mentally cross my fingers.

-My mother’s name is Isadora and my father’s name is Demian. My brother is very big and his name is Bruno. They also have many little drawings on skin like you.

He says she as he looks at my tattoos with big, curious eyes.

I want to throw up right now, this sweet little boy is my other half-brother.

The one Hades had when my mother and I returned to Russia.

Bile rises in my throat and I do my best to swallow it.

What were the chances that this would happen to me today? A laugh leaves my throat in disbelief. What a son of a bitch fate he had.

One look at the little boy and I knew that even if I wanted to, I could never treat him with the anger I have toward Hades or the cold contempt I felt toward his brother. Not when the child was looking at me as if I were a divine apparition and he was smiling at me with all the innocence and sweetness that an infant possessed.

I am a better person.

That thought filled me with conviction and I gave the blonde a tight smile.

“Do you want me to take you to your dad and brother?” She asked him in a soft tone and the boy nodded eagerly.

I stand up and take whatever I use. I extend a hand to the blonde and the boy doesn’t take long to take it.

“Well come on then, you’re lucky I know exactly where they are.”

I say and walk with the little one in my hand.

I throw things into the nearest trash can. My anger increases with every step we take closer to the mechanic’s shop.

List of reasons to be angry.

1- Last night I let the idiot from Hell k**s me and we almost went further.

2- He was kissing me in a place where he had arrived with a bitch to f**k her as safely as possible.

3- He and my father think they can invade my personal space whenever they feel like it.

4- Hell, Bullet, and Hades make me feel guilty for my attitude.

5- I swallow my pride and it won me to be called an interested whore, as well as a murderer.

We’re almost there, I take a look at the boy who walks as if nothing had happened while he enjoys the candy I gave him.

6- The idiot who calls me a whore has the nerve to leave his younger brother alone in the park so that anyone can hurt her.

The men who previously ignored me now look at me very carefully and follow me when I arrive with blonde in my hand and an angry look.

I continue my way to the office and see how the door is still the same as before.

I don’t bother knocking, I push it open and make the little one pass before me. Once inside I ignore the surprised faces of Hades and my idiot stepbrother. I close the door behind me, the boy darts out to hug his father while he climbs onto her lap.

-Did they miss something-?-. He asked her, his voice strained.

I give the two men a death glare, Hades is the one who recovers first while Bruno pales.

-Tasha? Gael? What are the two of you doing here? -. He asks confused. I make a face at the boy to tell him, and the little boy starts to explain everything.

He tells his father how Bruno left him in the park and how he fell and hurt himself while playing. He tells her how he saw me sitting and asked me for help. He ends the story with how he helped him and then I offered to bring him.

With every word that came out of the little boy’s mouth, Hades became redder and Bruno became paler.

-Gael, come out for a moment please. Bloody is building an engine, go with him, I need to talk to Tasha and Bruno alone. The little blonde gets off his legs and says goodbye to me before leaving, closing the door.

-Dad, I can explain to you…-.

He starts to say the idiot but a look from Hades closes his mouth. My father is completely red with fury and the veins in his neck and forehead are throbbing strongly.

I know that look, and maybe it’s a heartless bitch because it gives me great satisfaction that for the first time it’s not directed at me.

Someone is in a lot of trouble…