FIVE

chapter - 6

Hades the king of the underworld

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I looked away from the door, for the third time this day. I don't want to be hard but since he refuses to take help from any of the guards I have no choice left.

After he almost broke my wrist I locked myself in my room again. No one has ever raised a hand at me, never to hurt me at least.

But he did, he hurt me and he left a mark. The area around the wrist is painfully blue and is still hurting.

I won't ever allow someone to leave a mark on me.

He can rot in there for all of eternity.

I don't care anymore.

as soon as Rori gives her statement I'll be free and I'll give him to the police. He's a criminal he deserves to rot in jail.

my thoughts were interrupted when I got the call from Adam.

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A few moments ago

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BERYL

I picked up my phone from the nightstand to see if there is any update on her condition.

Stupid, I muttered when I realized I have accidentally put my phone on airplane mode. Shit.

I immediately put it off and call Adam because I have the most missed calls from him.

"Hey," I said.

"Where the fuck were you, today?" He cries.

"I thought you told me to never contact you again." Not that I was planning on doing it.

"I was worried about you. I didn't know you would take it seriously," he says with a firm tone.

Okay, so that means he wanted to talk to me.

"How are you? And where is the other Kauris?"

"Well I am - wait? What. The other Kauris."

Other Kauris what does that even mean.

Jeramy is not related to him.

"They are brother, I've read the so-many threats he sent your way. I can read one of them for you, it says if you even touch a hair on my brother. I will destroy you."

The missed resemblances between them popped into my brain. How can I be so blind? The way he was doing this job felt almost personal. Of course, they are brothers - this must be why he hates me so much.

he must have decided he will kill me when he got to know about his mother's p**n. But how is this possible?

Jeramy is a wealthy business. Asshole but still well educated well mannered. And this asshole I have locked in the basement is -

he is

a criminal.

"Are you sure they are biologically related?" I ask confirming again.

"Yes, Killian and Jeramy are brothers."

His is name is KILLIAN.

I tsk, "So he is important."

"No shit Sherlock, don't know why you insisted on taking him with you but now that you have him you have to try to keep him alive. Mostly yourself though."

He doesn't want me to die?

Aww, I guess.

But my mind is on Killian. He was bleeding out, the chains that cut them can easily cause infection.

I can't just him die now.

"Beryl are you there?"

"Adam I think I fucked up--"

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This brings us to now. Adam early told me to go and help him. This thing between me and the Kauris is already messy, adding death into it will only make it worse.

I'm going in to help with the same first aid kit in my hand.

The only difference is --

this time I'm not doing it because of the good in my heart, I'm doing this because Adam told me to. Because I have to keep him alive.

The guards opened the door for me and stepped in again. The plate from the food I brought in today for breakfast is still here.

He is sitting at the same spot his hands on either side of him and his legs bend over Indian style.

My cheeks turned crimson red when I got everyone's attention including him because my stomach decided to growl out loud, just now. Why does my body always betrays me. With everyone looking I don't know how to walk to be honest.

but I will do it.

I'm Beryl fucking Montgomery, I can do anything and everything.

with my chin pushed forward I met his gaze and held it as I moved closer to him. Still, I hesitated a little when I was a good foot away from him.

"Tell me, you won't hurt me," I ordered. It's so childish to ask him to not hurt me. but need him to understand I'm here help.

His lips curled into a sick smirk. "Oh, but I will hurt you in more ways than you can imagine."

The fuck does that even mean.

"Let me rephrase that for you, I am willing to treat your wounds if you promise not to hurt me?" I said this time showing him my hurt wrist.

I didn't wrap it because I wanted him to see this. I wanted to see his reaction, will he be content? Will be he happy to see me hurt or worse will he be amused?

But his natural expression gives nothing. It's like he didn't see them or something.

He has an amazing poker face.

"We can do this the easy way or James and Cody here," I pointed at the guards. "Can hold your hands and legs while I do it, Your call."

Although the idea to go near him, has me weak on my knees I try hard to not show him this. I don't want him to know I'm afraid of him, I'm not.

"Fine."

I chewed on my lip rethinking the decision again.

fine? what is that supposed to mean.

he is 100% planning to hurt me again. Should I trust him? maybe he will try to do what he did before, and this time I'm sure he will break my wrist.

I huffed and crouched down again on my haunches, if he tries anything I will just run away again. Ignoring his gaze, which by way feels like it is burning my skin I dabbed the cotton on his wound.

I scooted a little closer to him this time touching him without asking for permission. His strong scent invaded my nostrils -

he smells like --

like shit.

I held onto his big biceps while cleaning the blood on his hands. This man is all muscles, I wonder what will it feel like to have his hands on me.

No, don't this about that.

I noticed the difference in his huge hands compared to my slender and now bruised hand.

I hate him, how dare he hurt me. I pressed the cotton angrily a little forcefully into the wound, to hurt him. This must hurt like a bitch, I hope it hurts. I batted my lashes hoping to find pain, I guess but he remained emotionless as he stared at where I'm pressing into him.

I applied the last bandage, "and done."

he didn't bother me giving a reaction, except for the clench in his jaw.

"I will go make dinner now, sweetie," I taunted and laughed when he growled and jerked to touch me.

"You will regret all of this, that's a promise," are the words I heard when I was about to leave.

we will see, we will see.

what was his name again?

Killian?

Nah,

I will just call him,

Hades,

like the King of the underworld.

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I didn't had the courage to do another encounter with him so I just decided to ask Cody one of the bodyguards to give him his dinner.

I said I'd cook, ofcourse I didn't. It was a prepared meal.

The next day I went to his cell, the same way. Full of hope and light, I'm used to being the bitchy person in the room but it kills the vibe if there is someone else who has a better resting bitch face than me.

"Morning, Hades." he is resting his head on the wall, his face tilted towards the ceiling.

I dropped the plates in front of him, I decided to have breakfast with him today. Last night among other things all I can think about was him.

The fact that he is also a Kauris took me by surprise. But me being me wants to take advantage of this situation.

I mean I'm going to destroy Jeramy Kauris when I get out from here. It's better if I can know about him, his weakness, his everything, and what better than his brother.

I sat down Indian style keeping a fair distance from him. "So?" I take a big bite from my sandwich. I was chewing it when he tilts his face to see me, he stared at my mouth for a minute before going back to ignoring me.

"you kidnapped my friend because your brother asked you to?" It sounds so weird to say it out loud.

small talk isn't my forte.

I tried again but he doesn't reply to this.

"How about, you tell me why you starved her?" I asked my voice came angrier than I intended. I hate that she was there bounded and starving.

When I was 7 and living with my mother. she would go out with her friends leaving me alone in the house for hours and sometimes days. There was nothing to eat in the house. Only 2 slices of stale bread. which I ate for dinner without thinking what I will eat the next day.

I didn't know what starving meant until I experienced it. I still remember the feeling, it feels like your body is going to eat you. your lips become dry your brain stops working all you could think about is food. I hate starving.

I hate it.

And he starved my best friend.

The mere thought makes me want to jump this man and puch him until one of us dies.

He throws the plate at the wall, making me flinch. "Oh for fucks sake, I didn't starve her. She refused to eat or drink anything. I just didn't force her to do anything."

By now i'm angry and I am yelling at him. "That what you think? you didn't force her into anything? you kidnapped her against her will - seems pretty forced to me."

He almost attacked me again but this time I was quick. "None of this would've happened if you knew your place and did what everyone told you to do."

"I do what I want to do. You are a disgusting sexist psycho," I yell walking away from him.

"Come back here," he growls.

who the fuck does he think he is.

"fuck you," I showed him the finger and walked out for good this time.

fuck this.

I'm done.

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I'm lying in the bed bored out of my mind. I've never been this free in what feels like a decade. Is it weird that I miss doing all the paperwork, being underground come with conditions.

I touched the necklace around my neck feeling disgusted by it again. The necklace belonged to my mother, the same woman who left me at the doorstep of my father's mansion. I keep it with me to remind myself this is who I am.

Unwanted.

I don't matter I never did.

I was 14 I remember when I rebelled and planned a trip to Spain because someone told me she would be there.

I did saw her.

I saw more than just her -,

Suddenly the electricity goes off waking me up from my thoughts. I blinked the moisture that is gathered around my eyes brushing it off.

I stirred and pulled the covers to my nose, fuck I hate dark. Candlelight from the window is the only source of light in my room, now.

But I need to call someone to take a look at the problem. I Switched on the light of my phone and stood up. "Oow," I mutter as I accidentally hit my pinkie with the table.

Goosebumps erupted on my skin as I felt a sudden shift in the air around me. "Is somebody here?" I ask lightly throwing my hand around to feel something, anything.

"whoo," I yelped when two strong arms snaked me from behind me. One came around my throat the latter on my stomach. I couldn't shout because no voice came out of my throat other than a helpless cry.

His hot breath gazed on my shoulder whispering coldly, "you are dead, Montgomery."