Page 91 of Ricochet
“Yeah, okay.” I smiled at him, and a smile brighter than the sun itself etched itself on his face. “I’ll be here.”
“And I’ll be waiting, Persephone.”
Present
There weremany people I didn't like. I guess it always came with the job I've been doing. But this guy, the infamous Storm Knoxx, I wanted to bash his teeth in and stomp all over his body.
Ever since he became President of Sons of Hades MC, he's been causing nothing but trouble. Their previous president was pliant, kept to himself and never went against what we wanted.
This one was the complete opposite.
Intercepting our orders, challenging us every step of the way, trying to regain territory that was no longer his, he was playing with fucking fire. I would've let it go, would've put up with his antics, but kidnapping my mother, now that crossed a line.
And for that, I was going to make sure he burned with the rest of his dogs. Seemed fitting, didn’t it, because they all were nothing but a bunch of dogs trying to play in the big leagues.
Motorcycle Club, please. Give me a break.
As if they could ever have some sort of semblance as to what it meant to handle big business such as ours.
I was playing his game right now, but I wasn't going to give him what he wanted. I just needed to figure out a way to get my mother out of his hands and out of Vegas.
The stories I heard about him made my blood run cold. This was a man without honor, without emotions. He simply didn't care who got hurt as long as he got what he wanted. People used to say that we were monsters, but if they never had a chance to meet Storm, they didn't know what a real monster looked like.
I didn't like how close he stood to Ophelia. I didn't like it one bit.
And even more so, he seemed to know her. How in the fuck did he know her?
Did we fail to find out that part about her time away from Syndicate? No, that couldn't be it. We would've known if she were involved with them.
Besides, it wasn't admiration in her eyes. I knew that poisonous look, because I've been on the receiving end of the same many, many times.
Then how the fuck?
"Hello, Persephone. We meet again," the asshole started, and I wanted to wring his neck. Get the fuck away from her.
And why was he calling her Persephone? I hated not knowing things, and this right here was giving me a headache I really didn't need.
Ophelia took a step back, moving away from him, and a weird sense of satisfaction washed over me. Fucker looked good, and I knew girls always ran to his side. Our little spy told us that.
Well, that son of a bitch was good only for that, apparently, because he obviously didn't warn us about Storm's plan to abduct our mother.
For the first time since we took her, Ophelia's anger wasn't directed toward us. No, it was coming off in spades, and all of it was aiming toward Storm.
Goddammit, I needed to know how they knew each other. Did I miss something?
"I would like to say it’s so good to see you again Hades, but I would be fucking lying."
There's my spitfire. I almost thought she became pliant or some shit like that, but no, she obviously still had it. The venomous look she was directing his way pleased me, but the cocky smile on his face made my blood boil.
The way he was looking at her... It was possessive, owning, there was so much yearning, and if I didn't know better, I would say that Storm really wanted her.
No, absolutely not. He couldn't get my girl.
She’s not your girl anymore. My subconscious decided to rear its ugly head and remind me of everything that was not. Thank you very much brain. It’s hard forgetting the shitshow our lives were thrown into, when my object of affection hated me more than I hated her.
Well, at least that's what it seemed like.
It was a bad idea bringing her with us. I just didn't want to leave her out of my sight because I knew what she was capable of.
