Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "chain". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
Juliet tugged hard on Ares’s arm. “Ares, we have to go. Please.”
His hand clamped down like a vise on her wrist. Without a word, he tugged her along with him past the slot machines and the flimsy plastic chains that barricaded the game tables from the rest of the gamblers. Juliet fought like hell against him. She didn’t figure she would get anywhere but she had to try.
She shouted over the noise but she knew he couldn’t hear her. “Stop, please. He’ll kill me, Ares. Didn’t you hear me say that?”
His voice didn’t reach her ears. It filled her mind. Do you forget I’m a god? He’s not going to touch you. I won’t allow it.
Just trust me, Juliet. Please.
She tried to vocalize another protest but it fell silent as they skidded to a stop next to the other couple. She didn’t know how she could feel it but she sensed that Ares’s wasn’t breathing. He was anxious. Like a fourteen year old boy with a crush anxious. She’d roll her eyes in disgust if she weren’t in fact about the most terrified she had been in her entire life.
Aphrodite gave Ares a coy smile as she fluttered her lashes. “Ares.”
Hatred for the Greek beauty nearly burned away the fear that consumed Juliet. Almost. She was still scared shitless especially with the evil grin that was plastered across Dillon’s face. He was the cat and he was just about to feast on the canary. She gripped tight to Ares’s hand.
“Aphrodite,” he replied.
“What are you doing here?”
“Considering where we’re standing, I think that answer is obvious. I stopped by to see my uncle. Had some business to attend to.” Ares pointed to Dillon with a snarl. “Who’s your friend?”
Aphrodite beamed at Dillon as she ran her long, perfect fingers across his chest. Ares body trembled as he watched. Juliet could feel the anxiety he shared with her switch to rage in a mere second. Violent rage. Rage so strong three slot machines near them combusted in a shower of sparks sending gamblers running. “This is Dillon MacMurray. Ironically, he brought me here on business too.”
“What business could that be?” Ares countered.
Dillon smiled at Ares. “Oh, I’m sure you know.” He turned his attention to Juliet. “Long time, no see. How about we remedy that? I know you hate running into me. How about I just put an end to that?”
“Rather not, asshole,” Juliet replied.
It must have been the first time the Goddess of Love noticed she was there. Aphrodite pulled her hand away from Dillon and fanned herself. Juliet watched her scowl as she stared at Ares’s and Juliet’s hands joined together. Aphrodite’s voice hitched up a few octaves. Several mirrors and crystal vases shattered in response. “And who might this be, Ares?”
Dillon answered before Ares could speak. “Beautiful, this is Juliet Foucault. She’s the reason I’m here. She’s a vampire from about 1785 and she’s been cutting a bloody trail since.”
Ares pulled Juliet tight to him and held her close. “And she belongs to me.”