Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "firecracker". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
**a warning...there is some language!**
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Juliet pulled from his grip. He barely acknowledged her new found freedom. He kept his gaze locked on the fight before him.
“I’m getting a drink,” she stated simply. She had to shout to be heard over the mob.
Ares glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Do not kill anyone in my club. Don’t embarrass me.”
“Embarrass you? How do you assume I would do that?”
“By doing what it is in your nature to do.”
She growled. “So it’s okay to fuck me because a mortal woman can’t keep up, but you’re ashamed of the fact that I’m a vampire? So essentially I am just your concubine, huh?”
“Juliet, don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m getting a scotch whiskey neat. Will that be a problem, oh holy one?”
“Get your drink and get back here.”
“Doubtful.” She stalked off into the crowd before he could say another word. Rage consumed her. She should have known he would be an asshole. Every man that ever crossed her path was. She slid onto a stool and ordered her drink. Glancing over at Dionysus she gave him a small smile. He was almost a drooling mess slumped over the wood planked bar. She wasn’t an expert or anything, but she had to agree with Athena. Whiskey didn’t seem like a good fit for the god of wine.
“Hey, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?”
Juliet glanced over her shoulder to find a tall, muscular man behind her with close cropped dirty blond hair. She studied his blue jeans and button down plaid shirt before she checked out the parts of him she was the most interested in. Her eyes flickered from the vee of his legs to his jugular. Neither were impressive. “No. But thanks.”
The guy grabbed her and pulled her nearly off her stood until she was pressed tight against him. “What’s the matter? You don’t like guys?”
Being a vampire had its advantages at times. Being cursed with super speed came in handy. He didn’t have time to react when she pulled free then turned and hit him. Unfortunately, he caught her wrists before she could escape. He glared at her. “You’re a little firecracker, aren’t you? I like my women feisty. They’re better in bed.”
Ares voiced boomed from behind her. “Let her go. Now.”