Page 3 of Hades’ Revenge

I typed Capri Ferrante into the search bar.

As I waited for the results to load, images of the man who had ruined my life eighteen years ago popped into my mind. Leonardo Ferrante had been like a brother to me. We grew up on the streets of New York City, clawing our way to the top of the criminal food chain with unimaginable success.

Because of his Italian heritage, he was able to join one of the most revered mafia families on the east coast. He brought me in as his right-hand man. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for him. I proved that when I took the fall for him, so he didn’t lose his status, family, or his life. In return, I lost everything.

Capri’s face flooded my screen with various social media accounts, some modeling work she had done, and the many accolades she had received running track in high school and college, confirming my suspicions.

I stared at her as she ran her finger around the rim of her glass. Is she bored? Would she rather be talking to me?

It had been years since I last saw her. While her family had meant so much to me then, I hadn’t given her much thought. When Leo asked me to be her godfather, I took the role seriously, but two years later everything changed, and not for the better.

Why are you here?

“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Atticus, my head of security and trusted friend, approached me. “Are you okay?”

“Not a ghost,” I said. “More like an opportunity.”

“Tell me more.”

“Do you see that woman across the bar?”

“The one every man in here has noticed? What about her?”

“Look.” I showed him my phone. “I’ve uncovered some information.”

He studied the screen. “Are you kidding me? She’s Leo’s daughter?”

“It appears so.” I shoved my phone in my pocket. “The internet is a powerful tool.”

“What is she doing here? In your club of all places?”

That was an excellent question. One I intended on getting an answer to.

As Atticus scrolled on his phone, probably gaining intel on Leo, I kept a dutiful watch on Capri. Her body language didn’t give off the vibes that she was interested in her date. She wasn’t focused on him, but he couldn’t seem to take his gaze away from her breasts.

When she spun around to take in the atmosphere of the bustling room, Nikolas took the opportunity to reach over her glass and drop something into it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I mumbled.

“What?” Atticus looked up from his phone. “Is there a problem?”

“I would say so. Come with me. We have a situation that needs immediate attention.” I stormed across the bar, waving at my men who were staked out by the entrance, signaling for them to join me.

Just as I approached the couple, Capri reached for her glass. I knocked it off the bar, shattering it on the marble floor before she could pick it up.

“What the hell?” Capri moved off the stool and backed away from the shards of glass.

I grabbed Nikolas by the throat as my loyal patrons looked away. “Do you want to tell her or shall I?”

“Tell her what?” he asked.

“Don’t.” I squeezed his neck, causing his eyes to bulge. “I don’t know where you think you are, but I don’t tolerate that here.”

“Tolerate what?” she asked. “What’s going on?”

“Your date put something in your drink while you weren’t looking.” I shoved Nikolas toward my security guards. “If I hadn’t seen it, you would be in for a night of hell.”

“You’re mistaken,” Nikolas said. “I wouldn’t do that.”