Ethan stood in his kitchen, absentmindedly spreading mustard on a slice of bread as he tried to wrap his mind around the day's events. He couldn't believe that Jonathan, his own brother, was willing to fight him over Sasha. Jonathan, who had always been the easygoing one and never took anything too seriously, was now ready to go head-to-head with him for the woman Ethan had claimed as his own. He is adding that to him, fighting him for his company. It was infuriating, and yet, it was also oddly unsettling. Ethan wasn't used to being challenged, especially not by his own blood. But Jonathan had made it clear—he wasn't going to back down. Ethan clenched his jaw, his frustration boiling over as he slapped another slice of bread onto his sandwich. What was it about Sasha that had gotten under his brother's skin? Was it her beauty, her strength, or the way she carried herself with a quiet confidence that drew people in? Or maybe it was something deeper, something Ethan hadn't fully grasp
The loud, thumping bass of the nightclub reverberated through Amanda’s body as she pushed her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the dimly lit room for Hue. She had heard he was here, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and she wasn’t surprised. Everything had spiraled out of control since that night at the Conner mansion, and she knew Hue wasn’t handling it well.Finally, she spotted him slumped over at the bar, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of him, and his eyes glazed over with anger and despair. He was drunk—more drunk than she’d ever seen him—and yet, he continued to drink as if the alcohol could somehow wash away all his problems.“Hue,” Amanda called out as she approached him, but he didn’t seem to hear her over the pounding music. She reached out to touch his arm, trying to get his attention. “Hue, it’s me, Amanda.”Hue slowly turned to look at her, and for a moment, there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a look of pure conte
The darkened alley outside the grand event venue was eerily quiet, the only sound being the occasional hum of passing cars. Ethan sat in the backseat of a nondescript taxi, his heart pounding with a cold, calculated rhythm. The streets were empty, save for a few wandering souls who paid no attention to the plain-looking vehicle parked in the shadows. Rowan was behind the wheel, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, waiting for the signal they both knew would come.Ethan adjusted the black mask in his lap, his fingers tracing the smooth surface. The mask wasn’t just a piece of cloth—it was a symbol, a representation of the darkness he wielded, the fear he inspired. As Hades, he had built an empire, one that demanded respect and instilled terror in those who dared cross him. And tonight, Ian Cruise would be the latest to feel the wrath of Hades.The plan had been set into motion days ago. Ethan had placed his most trusted members as staff at Ian’s event, ensuring that when the time cam
Sasha sat outside, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she stared into the darkness. The events of the past few hours had shaken her, but as the initial shock wore off, she began to think more clearly. The image of Ethan—no, Hades—on live television, pulling the trigger without hesitation, still lingered in her mind. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she had no right to judge him.After all, she, too, had blood on her hands.It wasn’t so long ago that she had orchestrated the death of Dean Hooper. Big Tom may have been the one to physically snuff out Dean’s life, but it was Sasha who had put the plan into motion. She was the one who had lured Dean to his doom, driven by a thirst for revenge that had clouded her judgment. In that moment, she hadn’t hesitated; she hadn’t questioned whether it was right or wrong. All she knew was that Dean had hurt Ethan, and he had to pay for it.Sasha clenched her fists, the cold metal of the chair digging into her pa
Ethan sighed as he leaned back in the taxi, the dull hum of the engine a steady backdrop to his thoughts. The city lights blurred past the window, a cacophony of neon signs and streetlamps casting an otherworldly glow on the wet pavement. Rowan, who was driving, remained silent, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, the tension between them palpable.They had been driving for hours, zigzagging through the maze of city streets to throw off any potential tails. Ethan’s mind replayed the events of the evening over and over, the image of Ian Cruise’s lifeless body still fresh in his mind. He hadn’t wanted to kill Ian, not really. But he had to. It was the only way to send a message, to make it clear that Hades was not someone to be toyed with.Now, they were heading back to the SUV they had parked in a dark alley on the outskirts of the city. The taxi served its purpose as a decoy, a way to move through the city without drawing suspicion. They couldn’t afford to be caught now, not with the en
Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.It had been a terrible day, the worst of his life. First, he lost his father to Hades, the man who had single-handedly dismantled his father’s empire and taken his life without a second thought. Now, one of his best friends was dead, murdered by this Nyx—whoever she was. Carlos clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he felt the anger bubbling up inside him.He had vowed to avenge his father, and now that vow extended to his friend as well. Carlos was determined to take down Hades and everyone associated with him, and he wouldn’t rest until he had wiped the Hell’s Gang off the face of
Ethan sat in his sleek, modern office, staring out the window at the cityscape below. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the skyline, but his mind was far from the picturesque view. His thoughts were still tangled in the events of the past few days. Sasha’s revelation had hit him harder than he cared to admit. Nyx. The woman who had been shaking up the underworld with her audacious moves was none other than Sasha. The woman he had vowed to protect had thrown herself into the darkest depths of his world, and he couldn’t decide whether to be proud of her or terrified for her.His internal battle was interrupted by a knock on the door. Peter, his ever-efficient assistant, stepped into the room, holding a tablet in one hand and a file in the other that required Ethan’s attention.“Good afternoon, sir,” Peter began, his tone respectful yet businesslike. “I have some news and updates for you.”Ethan nodded, gesturing for Peter to continue as he leaned back in his chair, trying to
Sasha's heart raced as Dean left her house that morning. The weight of the secrets she carried was beginning to feel unbearable. She knew she had almost slipped up, almost revealed too much to Dean and told him about Ethan which would have been a grave mistake on her end, one which she would have regretted for a long time. Her mind was filled with different thoughts as she stood in front of her kitchen sink, trying to clear her head. She needed space, time to think, to figure out herself, she was already engulfed in the darkness she was involved in, she only hoped she would not get hurt in the process, Even if she did, she would have done it for love. Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. She checked the screen—Mr. Victor. The pit in her stomach tightened as she answered. “Mr. Victor,” Sasha greeted, trying to keep her voice steady. “Good morning, Ms. Brooke,” Mr. Victor’s calm, measured voice came through the line. “I have some news regarding your father’s actions.”