Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "bike". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
The scenery flew by Juliet at a terrifying pace as she clung tight to Ares. The high powered bike she straddled was silent as it glided down the highway. Like the time before, after a long day of bone shattering orgasms, he led her out of the cave somewhere in the worn torn wasteland. A split second later they were in another desert. There wasn’t the sound of artillery fire in the background here. Instead interstate signs sprouted up with the weeds alongside the road. The dull glow of city lights lit up the night sky. By the language of the markers she knew she was in an English speaking country. By the oases of beaten down gas stations and chain fast food restaurants at every interstate exit she could only guess she was in the United States.
The miles of desert slowly grew buildings of bright lights and loud noises. Hoards of people staggered the streets to look at the sights or find a new place to indulge in one of the many sins the city boasted of. Juliet bit her lower lip to keep her mouth from gaping open. Such opulence. Such decadence. She hadn’t seen such wanton behavior since her days in the French court.
Ares pulled the motorcycle to a stop outside a large casino. He growled as a valet hurried to park the bike. Juliet could see the boy quake as he retreated.
She pulled Ares close until she could look in his eyes. “What are we doing in this place?”
He caressed her cheek. “I told you that I want you to meet my uncle Hades. He needs to know that you are the Angel of Death, not me. I get blamed for enough shit.”
“But why here?”
Ares motioned towards the building beside them. “He’s in there. He rules from inside.”
“You’re telling me that the gates of hell are in a Las Vegas casino?”
“Yep, that sums it up pretty well. Are you coming?”