Reed stepped out of the car, and the man approached, casually using a Zippo to light the end of his cigar. Something about him clearly screamed dangerous, especially with the tattoo peeking from his neck and covering his hands, the rings donning them too.
Yet, I got a feeling Reed knew him.
I eyed the button. Without delay, I leaned into the driver’s seat and pressed it. The window came down a bit, just enough to hear what they were saying.
"Hello, soldier boy... quite a chase there."
"Isaac."
Isaac grinned broadly. "So you do remember me, even though we have only seen each other a few times." He looked behind his men. "He remembers! And yet he runs."
"A response to a pursuit."
"Pursuit? We were just following, not until you decided to go furious."
"What do you want, Isaac?" Reed asked with a repressed annoyance.
Isaac took a slow drag from his cigarette. "He would like to see her. We’re here to bring her in."
He?
"You’re not in the position to do that," Reed replied sternly. "Neither am I to comply."
Isaac sneered. "You are just like me; we’re both following orders here. So follow."
"I follow Mr. King."
"Haa..." He scratched the back of his ear, where I caught a sparkling piercing. "Are you really gonna be like that?"
At his words, others stepped out, all dressed neatly in their black suits, compared to him, who had on a leather jacket for casual.
"Do you really want to cross Mr. King?" Reed threatened. "Because that is exactly what you’re doing."
Isaac’s eyes moved to me, and I stilled, swallowing a lump in my throat.
There was something about his black eyes that unsettled me. I have seen true crime documentaries because it was Tori’s idea for a movie night, and those eyes reminded me of a killer.
"Ah, yes... the rumored Mrs. King."
"Not a rumor," Reed countered.
Isaac snapped his gaze back to him. "I’ll be the judge of that. This is how it’s gonna be... eight against one."
Oh no... I grabbed the doorknob on the verge of opening. I’m not thinking, but I didn’t want Reed to get hurt because of me.
Reed wasn’t backing down either. This was a lonely street, and there was no car in sight; a bloodbath might happen!
"Boys... let’s have some fun. I’d love to ruin that face." He stepped away, smoking as the men clustered around Reed.
I opened the door, but a loud screeching came through, and a white Porsche came into view, grabbing their attention.
Athena emerged, adjusting her white sunglasses, cat walking to them, not the faintest of fear, and a strange thing happened.
They parted like the sea and lowered their heads.
"Boys..." she cooed. "Whatever are you hot heads doing?"
"Princess..." Issac greeted.
She slapped him, and I flinched. Is she fucking crazy?
I was expecting him to retaliate, but he did nothing, just rubbing his cheek.
"Nice to see you too."
"Hello, Issac," she said sweetly, like she hadn’t just struck him.
Issac flashed her a far too knowing smile. "The last thing I wanna do is make you mad, princess."
"Oh, but you have. What is this ruckus about, huh?"
"We’re all in good spirits."
"Then what the fuck are you doing?"
"Following orders."
"Hmph! Why would Daddy send his lackey?"
Daddy? The "He" Isaac talked about was Ares and Athena’s father?

Holy shit!
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