Chapter 6

Chapter

Six

PERSEUS

“We need to get rid of this girl now,” I say as I enter the billiards room. Eros and Heph are playing, and Paris is like always—focused on his laptop.

“Come on man, she isn’t that bad, is she?” Eros lines up a shot. “She’s kind of hot. I bet she would look better naked and panting between us.” He slides his cue back and right as he takes the shot. Heph hooks his cue under Eros’s legs, making him stumble, and his shot go wide.

“She isn’t welcome here,” Heph growls in Eros’s face. “She’s a thief stealing Perseus’s inheritance. This is his home. Our home.”

Eros doesn’t back down, and to be honest, I wouldn’t expect him to. He shoves Heph back, and they square off against each other. They could come to blows. They have before, mostly when Eros is being a little shit, and Heph can’t tell when he is joking.

Normally, it’s fine. If they fight, it will be over after a few solid hits and then acting like it never happened within the hour.

Tonight, however, I just don’t want to deal with them.

“I didn’t say we hand over anything. I’m just suggesting that maybe we have a little fun while she is here.” Eros shoves Heph back again. In an instant, Heph is in his face again.

“Fun?” I ask, pulling both their attentions back to me.

“Yeah, fun. Like we had with the little redhead at the party last week.” Eros’s eyes light up, and I know he is thinking about the woman we had kneeling on the bathroom tiles at the governor’s mansion. She was pretty, and we were bored. And she just wouldn’t stop talking, so we gave her the opportunity to put her mouth to better use. She went back and forth between sucking me and Eros off, and she did such a good job, we brought her home and shared her with Paris and Heph.

We don’t always share women, but when we do, it becomes a game. None of us has the time or even desire for a steady girlfriend. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have needs that must be met. And we learned a long time ago, sex can be so much more fun if it’s a game. Whenever we share a woman, it becomes a sport. Who is the better lover, who can make the girl come hardest, who can make her come more, and whose name will she scream first?

Eros can almost always make them come the most, but he is aided by his piercings and love for eating pussy. Paris can make them come the hardest. The redhead came so hard for him she squirted and drenched the bed. Heph makes each one scream his name while he brutally fucks them with that thick, coke-can cock of his. But when they are asked who the better lover is, my name comes from their lips. Every damn time.

I make them earn my cock.

I whisper the filthiest things in their ears until they beg me to fuck them. I edge them over and over, telling them how amazingly tight their pussy is, how beautiful they look sucking down Paris, or riding Eros’s face. I tell them how well they take Heph and how much of a good girl they are being for me.

By the time I slide into them, they’re shaking and on the verge of another orgasm. Some nights I give in and give it to them without much of their pleading. Others, I pull their hair and make them stare at Heph, who loves to watch me work. I will lie to these girls and tell them how he only watches the most beautiful of women. That he thinks when a woman comes, you can see her soul, and it is stunning.

That poor girl walks out of here the next morning a little bow legged and completely ruined for the next man.

We even manage to get Paris off his computer for a solid two hours.

Heph argues with Eros again, but I think he might be right. “I think you could be on to something,” I say, pouring myself a few fingers of whiskey.

“You can’t be serious,” Heph scoffs.

“I am very serious.” I pour the others a drink. “I want her gone. We all want her gone, but we can’t hurt her, and we have to handle this… delicately.”

Eros and Paris both make a noise in the back of their throats, so I add, “Not that we would hurt a woman.”

Both men nod, but Heph looks like he might consider it, if the situation is right. We’ve had to hurt people in the past. Rough some people up who owe money. It’s hard to keep your hands clean when you’re a high-end loan shark as a career. But women have always been off limits—both lending to and collecting. Our cocks rule our minds. We know this. It’s our weakness. So we keep it clean.

But maybe… an exception can be made for this see you next Thursday who just burst into our lives.

“So, what are you thinking?” Eros takes a seat on the leather couch. I go sit next to him, and Heph and Paris both move to the seating area as well, with their drinks.

“The will has all these rules. Let’s drive her to break them. She isn’t allowed to live outside of this house. Heph, I want you to make her miserable. Follow her, embarrass her in front of the staff, anything to piss her off. Make her want to leave.”

“Done,” he says without a single hesitation, and I know he means it.

“Paris, can you keep an eye on her comings and goings? Can you find out if she is still working for Medusa Enterprises in any capacity? The second she does anything work-related, I want to know, and I want proof to go to the lawyer with. She can’t work for six months, and my guess is that rule will be very hard for her to follow. I can see it in her eyes. The girl has something to prove, and she’s going to get nervous knowing her brothers are stepping in and could replace her completely.”

“I already hacked into her bank accounts, and her work e-mail and accounts. So far, all she’s done is tell her father of her hiatus, set up an auto email saying she is going to be gone for the next six months, and to e-mail her brother, Apollo, letting him know what he needs to take over while she’s away,” Paris answers, looking up from his screen. “Did you know that Medusa is buying The Titans hockey team?” He shakes his head and returns to his computer screen. “I also hacked her phone, have her real-time location, and all her text messages and records of her calls.”

“Good. Eros, she also has the morality clause. I want you to shatter it. Gain her trust, make her want you, and then I want our friends in the media to catch a few scandalous pictures. It has to be huge, though, so make them run it instead of just selling the pictures to her. You need her doing something shockingly kinky for it to create the kind of buzz we need.”

“Boss,” Eros looks at me with a stern face, his jaw set like he is about to tell me no, “I just have to say, this is the best assignment you have ever given me. I will not let you down.”

I don’t even try to hold in my laugh.

“I know you won’t. None of you have ever let me down, but I am not your boss. We are equals.” I grab his arms. “We have always been equals. Our business may not compare to Medusa, but we are all powerful men who can get shit done. There is no one else I could ever trust with this.”

I mean every word. These men have been by my side since we were kids. Heph and I were together on the streets since before I can remember, and it wasn’t long until we found Eros scamming cougars outside bars when we were barely fourteen. Freya found us. She pulled us out of the dirt and gave us a home and an education in a fancy school full of entitled assholes. Assholes except for Paris. The second we saw him, we recognized him as one of our own, a man who was already older than his years and had seen some shit. We instantly pulled him into our circle, and we have been together ever since. With Freya’s help, we went from juvenile delinquents to powerful, educated men with the ability to rule the world. Sure… we still hustle in our own way. But the difference is we now have money and aren’t just street rats.

I trust these men with my life. With the four of us working together, Athena will be a distant memory before the first year is up.

“Two hundred dollars says we drive her away before the end of the month,” Heph says.

“I give her the year,” Paris says. “She is Freya’s daughter. I don’t think she will be easy to crack. Also, from what I’ve dug up on her… this chick is dangerous. We need to be smart about this. Messing with a Godwin isn’t the wisest move.”

“Six months,” Eros bets. “Godwin is just a name. Nothing to fear.”

“I give her three months until the deed is in my name.” I smile. “Between the scandal, monitoring, and the harassment, three months easy. She’s nothing but a spoiled rich girl.”

“What about you?” Eros asks. “What are you going to do?”

“I am going to undermine everything she does. She has to throw a party every single month. I am going to make that extremely difficult. I’m going to humiliate her constantly, and I will push her over the edge. I’m going to become her enemy in every way. She will hate it, but I will love it. She will break so beautifully for me.”

“As long as I get to break her in first.” Eros laughs. “She has a sexy little body that is going to look so perfect tied to my bed.”

I snap my head to look at my friend and have to fake a smile.

For the first time, a burning sensation rips through my chest, and my jaw clenches. A single thought screams in my head. Could it be?

Jealousy?

I saw her first. She should be mine.

Nah… fuck that. Let’s all share in breaking this woman.