Her Forever (Book 4)- Chapter 2

Hades POV

I rolled my eyes in frustration. What the hell does this woman want. The first time she visits me of her entire existence only to tell me that Persephone was not to be mine. Now, she comes to the underworld for a second time, 1000 years later to brag about it more. The nerve of the damn woman.

For years I have heard of the ‘wonders,’ that this woman has done to the supernatural world as well as the Olympian gods. She was granted the gift of finding the missing piece of every supernatural and it was working so well, she decided to expand her prospects into her own world, with the gods. In my opinion, everyone was damn well happy before her. Zeus had his whores; Poseidon had his conquests and I had Persephone. The one thing I ever fought over in this dull, rancid life that I had for my own.

lory of all the other gods. It was quiet down here when I wanted it to be, now mostly you can hear screams in the night of those left in Tartarus.

er own mate.

that had appeared.

ible dirt from her hand. “Fine, you are no fun.” Selene stood up again and started walking up the steps to my throne. The demons beside me started to cower and back away, knowing I wasn’t in the mood to tolerate such insolence.

ss tightly, I drank the whisky in one shot and put it down lightly on the throne. Servants continued to back away, knowing this was the calm before the storm.

ividually.

ammed my glass to the floor as I stood up.

an in fear. Selene frowned and waved her hand, making sure I couldn’t see the child that was destined to be his soul mate.

r, but my temper had grown throughout they years and even the concubines had grown fearful of me. No one had the aura of my Persephone.

raping against the palm of my hand. I could love no one more than I could have loved Persephone, that, I was sure.

u take to accept that you have a mate to claim, the harder it will be for her to accept you.” With that, Selene walked out the door like she was never there.

r…

tly large man spoke as he continued to prod us like cattle. His name was John Oliver, or ‘master’ as he liked us to call him. “This is getting ridiculous; how long does it take for you filthy whores to shower?!”

an empty cell with a large t-shirt that said, “Olive and Twist and Strips.”

I couldn’t eat, making beds that had been used in ways a nine-year-old should know nothing about.

would want.

ey were off duty to gawk at the girls.

rom their homes, their families, and their lives.

me, slapping his hand away. He loved to slap, hit and punch my body when the buyers weren’t around. He often says that my skin was my best feature, with his bloody red handprints on it. My skin was alabaster white, mainly because I hadn’t seen the sun in God knows how long. My hair was long, blonde with a hit of red. The perfect strawberry blonde highlighted girl. Yes, girl. I looked no older than 15.

y our two along with half of a hamburger.  Dancers always got a bit more food than me, because Master said he had to keep their t**s ‘perky.’

say.

and barely there stripper attire or waitressing uniforms.

helping those cope with what cards that we have been delt with.

beatings, rape and other sadistic things.

I had on my waitressing uniform, which was extremely reveling, just not as much as the poor dancers. My breasts were exposed and pushed up high, my tiny skirt barely covered my rear end. “Hold on, there Gwen.” Master spoke quietly as he rolled his cigar in his mouth. He let out a puff of smoke in my face and I turned my head in disgust.

eous alabaster skin will be slapped by yours truly,” he chuckled as another puff of smoke left his mouth. It wasn’t a threat; it was a promise. “One more thing, you act up, I’ll break you in your first time if y

uld he hidden under my uniform. He didn’t beat the other girls like me because they had to perform. The cops would question why some little girl was up on stage, so thankfully I never had to grace the stage. Now he was threatening something completely new. Have  him take the one thing left of me, or someone else.

m in the eye. I know his limit, and tonight was it.

at in some of their laps. Even though they sit there with a smile on their faces, their insides had already died knowing that their lives were ruined.

nt friends with him. “How is my favorite waitress?” Niko held out his arm for a side hug. “I’m well, thank you,” I gave a genuine smile. Niko could always make me laugh and his commentary on the new girls dancing was unexpectedly hilarious.

ery man should be jealous for. His dark stubble on his strong jawline lined up well with his strong cheek bones. I’m sure he was lucky catch for some lady if he would get out of a strip

She started working here a year ago and we’ve become best mates!” All the men looked over at me and gave me a friendly smile. Some looked like they were out of place, unsure how they should be acting but Niko quickly gave me th

tall, strong looking and handsome. Vulcan had a bit of twitch in his left eye but he could easily get anyone he wanted.

s faces.

e to see the reputation I have of them tarnished. Especially, if I am to be auctioned off tonight. Letting a large sigh escape my lips, I grabbed the tray to head back to their table.

re flashing but as I stood up after handing Vulcan his drink I felt a large shadow engulf over my body.