Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "bean". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
Juliet spun around to search for the sound. Ares growled as he crossed his broad arms over his chest. “Typically you ask me to stay away, dearest uncle.”
She bit back a gasp. The man seemed to appear out of thin air. Or he stepped out of the shadows. She wasn’t sure in this dark room. He was at least forty years older than her and Ares appeared to be. She guessed he was in his mid sixties. He was completely bald. The only hair on his head was his neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. He was dressed it a tailored designer tux. Each finger was adorned with a gold ring. He was teetering somewhere between pimp and billionaire. And he gave Juliet the chills.
He grinned at her as he addressed Ares. “That’s because you seem to cause a ruckus every time you visit. But I’m glad you’re here. I need to talk to you about the Angel of Death.”
“Why, Hades? So you can lecture me about fucking up your work?”
Hades chuckled. “You misunderstand, Ares. It doesn’t surprise me that you did. I am grateful to anyone who helps me end the mortals miserable suffering here on earth and bring them to the River Styx. That’s less work for my minions to do. And the Angel of Death struck in London a few days ago. You were in London at the same time. Coincidence? I think not.”
“Well, I hate to crush the only hope you had that I might be a halfway decent deity. It wasn’t me.” Ares wrapped his arm around Juliet’s waist. “But let me introduce you to Juliet. The Angel of Death.”
Hades frowned. Juliet felt his gaze study her. “The Angel of Death has struck over and over for centuries. This girl hasn’t been alive for that long.”
“Beg to differ.”
“There’s only a handful of creatures that cannot die unless murdered. The only ones I can think of that could do this…” Hades smile returned, bigger and brighter than before. “You’re a vampire.”
Juliet struggled to find her voice. “Yes, I am.”
“Well, Juliet, I am certainly pleased that such a beautiful woman is doing my work. Maybe you can stay here with me and we can discuss the ways you can assist me further.” Hades took her hand and placed a rather long, lingering kiss on the back of it. The sensation made her shiver.
They both turned at the inhuman snarl. Juliet swallowed hard. Ares was pissed. Like on the verge of starting a battle pissed. She pulled her hand free and stepped away. She wanted no part of whatever world war was about to take place.
Hades looked at her then to Ares and back again. His grin faded. “So, tell me nephew. Does your father know you’re fornicating with a vampire? Because you know he won’t condone it.”