Page 4 of Hades’ Revenge

“I know what I saw.” I stepped close to him and motioned toward the cameras overhead. “I have security footage that will prove it. Do you still stand by your story?”

“You tried to drug me?” Capri wedged herself between me and Nikolas. “Why would you do that?”

“To loosen you up a bit,” he said. “We’ve had three dates and you still won’t put out.”

She hauled her hand back and slapped him across the face. “You pig!”

Did I mention I like her?

When she charged him, I grabbed her arm and tugged her against my chest.

“Settle down.” I lowered my lips to her ear. “I’ll handle this.” I guided her back to her chair and made her sit. “Andrew, please get the lady a glass of water.”

“I need to get out of here,” she said.

“That’s not happening.” I pointed to the bar. “Don’t move.”

She glared at Nikolas before returning her gaze to me. “You’ll take care of it?”

“It will be my pleasure.”

“Fine.” She took a sip of the water Andrew had placed in front of her. “I’ll wait here.”

“That would be wise,” I said.

My security team followed me to the back of the club and down a secluded hallway.

“What do you want me to do?” Atticus asked.

“Have the guys show him why we don’t drug women.” I smirked at Nikolas. “Especially not in my club.”

“Wait!” Nikolas attempted to pull away from the guards to no avail. “My grandfather will come for you if you harm me.”

“He can come for me, but I have proof of what you did. He’s an honorable man who would never accept what you tried to do to a young woman from the states. We don’t need that kind of publicity here, and your grandfather would be the first to agree.”

“You’re not going to get away with this!” he shouted. “I don’t care how many men you assassinated for my family.”

“Get him out of here.” I nodded toward the basement steps before looking at Atticus. “Call Michael Stavros and explain the situation. Make him understand that the only reason his grandson is being returned to him alive is because of my respect for him.”

“How long should we keep the rapist?” Atticus asked.

“Long enough to scar his pretty face so no other woman will accept an invitation from him anytime soon.” Nikolas would not be having the night he anticipated. “Then have him delivered to his grandfather’s home.”

“Understood.” Atticus took out his phone. “I’ll call Michael now.”

“I’m going to address the other serious situation that landed in my club tonight.”

How did I want to play this? I didn’t want to scare her away before I could figure out what she wanted with me. Her father would not have sent her here alone after all these years. That would be a serious miscalculation on his part. While he was a disloyal piece of shit, he wasn’t stupid.

Sending his daughter here to provoke me would ignite a war he didn’t want. Not now, not after all this time. I had put that betrayal behind me. But if Leo wanted to unearth his sins, I would be right there to make him suffer.

Capri swiveled in her chair as I came toward her. She uncrossed her legs and straightened her posture, causing one of the thin straps of her dress to slip off her shoulder. I leaned against the bar, clasping my hands together and admiring every extraordinary detail of the woman my goddaughter had become.

“Thank you for the assist,” she said. “But I should leave now.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” I maneuvered my finger under the fallen strap of her dress, lingering as the crackle of her warm skin radiated against my hand like the burn from a blazing fire. “It’s not safe for you to be unattended in a foreign country.”

Revenge was more meaningful if it boiled to the point of bubbling over into a raging torrent of possibility. Bonus points if getting that retaliation came in the form of a gift from an enemy who should have known better.