Five More Minutes | 18+ [HIATUS]

hades

My head shifted as I looked up, my eyes meeting the man standing in front of us. He was tall and muscular with tattoos scattered on each arm; his jawline was sharp and his facial features were crisp. There was something about his demeanor that was just so cold and off-putting, but I couldn't exactly pinpoint anything. I continued to examine him before something in particular caught my attention.

A tattoo was engraved on the lower center of his neck, the tattoo used to identify The Prophets. But that wasn't what threw me off, though. What threw me off was the word tatted right below it.

"Hades"

So that's why his demeanor is the way it is.

I quickly looked back down, realizing who we were standing in front of.

Callum Hades Rivers; the youngest man to ever lead the mafia, let alone the highest ranking mafia.

Also known as Hades, the merciless man who kills anyone who gets in his way and is nothing less than the most feared.

Shit.

I gulped, letting my thoughts devour me. Here we were, standing in front of our mafia's biggest enemy, and he just told his guards not to kill us. Why would he do such a thing?

If I could, I'd slit his throat open and feed it to him.

"Go get some chairs," he ordered one of the guards, eyeing us down with a slight smirk on his face.

The guard quickly rushed out and grabbed three foldable chairs, placing one behind each of us.

"Sit."

With the guns still pointed at us, we kept our hands in the air as we slowly sat down, keeping our eyes on Callum. He motioned for his guards to put the guns down, and after they did, we finally did the same with our hands.

I kept my eyes fixated on him, warily analyzing him and his every move. Just because he didn't kill us didn't mean we were in the clear. If anything, him keeping us alive was even more of a red flag.

I finally shifted my eyes towards both of the guards, taking my time to analyze each one.

The one next to me was buff and at least six feet tall. He had several scars on his face, indicating his several years of experience.

The one next to Zeke had a smaller physique, but was still impressively muscular. He was around 5'9, but his body build told me that he was skilled with agility and speed.

My attention reverted to the man in front of us once he spoke.

"What mafia?" was all he asked. I sat up straight and put my hands on my lap, crossing my legs.

"The Spades," I spat, glaring at him. Just because he could kill me whenever he felt like it didn't mean I wouldn't give him an attitude.

He looked at me, raising his eyebrows.

"What are your names?"

I glanced over at Zeke. He looked over at me before nodding, giving me permission to give out our names. Surprisingly, he didn't seem so nervous. He was actually quite calm for a first-timer.