Kidnapped

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

- ARES SEIDON >

My jaw has been clenched, the entire ride back to my house. I was too angry to see that she's followed me back. I didn't even notice she told the driver to stop by some place and get an ice pack.

I throw myself onto my sofa with a bottle of whiskey. Glaring forward towards nothing but wishing I had the chance to give that bastard a concussion.

I can't believe her. How could she? A bodyguard? I'm more than that.

I don't get it.

There wasn't a problem with that title before and I've never felt so small with it either.

Why now?

A soft thud next me indicates her sudden presence. But I'm almost too angry to notice. "Let's talk." Her gentle voice suggests and I hold back a scoff.

She then places the ice pack on the bruise on my cheek. I resist the urge to flinch, still glaring into nothing.

"Come on, Ares. Why are you so mad?" She asks, the gentleness of her voice making me feel like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Can you put this down and look at me?" She steals my bottle from me and places it on the glass coffee table. Along with the ice pack.

I look at her. She looks nervous, but content with my cooperation. Why would she be nervous? It's as if. . .

"Who is that guy?" I ask. Not expecting her eyes to bulge out of their sockets. "He's—he's no one."

I've never pried into her life. I always minded my business, but now, more than ever I want to know who he is. They definitely aren't family.

She obviously doesn't have any friends. So who is that guy?

"A no-one that touches you intimately like he's done it before?" Visceral rage soars through my veins and I don't know how to handle it. I don't even know why I'm so angry.

She's an adult, and she's allowed to do whatever she wants. She's not a damsel in distress either so why am I so protective—possessive of her?

She's not mine. I don't own her and the thought drowns my anger. Instead, what is left is a weird dark void in my chest.

So my hunch was right. He's probably someone she's romantically involved with.

"Let's not talk about that." She insists. That only adds to the dark void. "Why? Do you want to talk about your dead father first?" I say, anger and pain blinding my reasoning.

She rises to her feet. Her fists clenched at her sides as she grinded down on her molars. "You're such an Asshole." She hisses, stomping to the door and throwing it open.

"Oh hi, I'm here for Ares?" A highpitched voice caught my attention, making my eyebrows shoot up. Is that London?

What is she doing here?

As I make way to the door she glares at me over her shoulder. "He's all yours." She spat, walking past London who gives me a wide look of wonder.

"Damn, what have you done?" She walks in, throwing her arms around my torso. I was so stunned about the reality of my words that I didn't hug her back.

She's definitely mad this time. She can't fool me. She's trying to look enraged but I saw the glisten in her heterochromatic eyes.

Athena's advice to follow her around was just starting to work too.

Fuck.

"It's so nice to see an old friend in the midst of a storm." She chuckled letting go of me and walking towards my kitchen.

I hesitantly walk towards the front door.

"If you follow her now, she's not going to listen to you. Nor forgive you nonetheless." She yells, stopping me in my tracks. Reluctantly accepting defeat, I follow her and sit on a barstool stool as she grabbed something to drink.

Most likely wine.

"Women are complicated. Trust me when I say that. I'm a raging gay, I would know." London swings her feet as they dangle off the barstool. "How could you piss, someone as hot as her off? You're insane."

I silently scoff. "You're just like my sister. No wonder you're both exes."

London chuckles. "It's been ages. I miss Athena. I lost her number, help me?" She bats her eyelashes with a pleading pout. "Get it yourself." I mumbled grabbing my helmet and my keys.

"Where are you going?" She asked watching me grab the items. "Out."

"Out where? I just came to visit you." She whined, I can already see her stomping her foot childishly. "You came at the wrong time, London. Thanks for the advice though." I say, walking into my garage and throwing a leg over my black motorcycle and making it roar to life before I open the garage doors, speeding into the night right after.

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Thanks so much for reading and apologies for the late update. College has me deep in my feelings guys, lol.

I'll publish a chapter way longer than this soon!

We have 15 chapters left too! I hope y'all are as excited as I am. <3