On Your Knees

Chapter 19

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Amora's POV
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My breath catches in my throat and my body tenses when my eyes land on Helios' uncle. Immediately after, my hands clench at my side and my temper rises. "Speak Helios, I don't have all day" He says, finally glancing at us. His eyes lingering on me.

"Hera's finished with her recruits," Helios starts, "Hardly any could beat Hera herself". Helios' uncle sets down his papers, "Is that all you came to say?". Helios moves from beside me and walks to the bookshelf's lined against the office wall.

"Our enemy knows we're gathering as much help as we can get to win the war" He says, his eyes scanning the books. "I'm sure everyone knows, gathering help is always a part of war" His uncle says, his voice unamused.

I glance at Helios, his tattooed hand stills. In the silence, I plot many different ways to kill Helios' uncle. My lips curl into a sneer when I recall the feeling of his hands at my waist. Inhaling deeply, I discard the memory and refocus my gaze on Helios.

Helios' expression remains impassive, "Obviously. But they know something no one else does". My mind turns, trying to piece together what Helios is implying. His uncle leans back in his chair. "And that is?" He asks.

With his hand still on the bookshelf, Helios says, "They know about Francesco". I feel my blood chill at Helios' words. Fucking hell. I keep my face as neutral as possible. Silence consumes the room and my heart pounds in my chest erratically.

They know about Francesco.

The mole is closer than we thought.

A scoff escapes his uncle's mouth. "If he's closer than you thought, what are you going to do?" He asks, his tone condescending. Helios smirks, "Amora, why don't you tell him what we're going to do".

My eyes flicker to Helios, hoping I can uncover what message he wants to relay. I clear my throat, "We're upping security". Helios' uncle raises his eyebrow at me, his way of asking me to elaborate. The corner of my mouth twitches and I try my hardest to keep from punching the bastard's face.

"The more security we have, the better we're protected" I add quickly. "The little assassin wants a bodyguard?" He says, wanting to get a rise out of me. A smirk erupts on my face, "Actually, I was thinking a bodyguard would be perfect for you. You know, just in case your ass gets stuck in the toilet".

His face reddens with anger and embarrassment. "I would hate for you to be stuck there waiting since you're old and all" I wave my hand, as if his age is the reason he had problems. Helios' uncle puts his hand on his desk, however before he stand up Helios slams a hand down on his shoulder.

"прикоснись к ней и я перережу тебе гребаное горло" Helios tells his uncle. Their gaze is deadly, the tension in the room slowly starting to wrap around our necks. "ты заботишься о ней" His uncle spits out, a sadistic smile on his face. (Touch her and I'll slit your fucking throat). (You care for her).

"единственное, что меня волнует, это убить ее" Helios says, the hand on his uncle's shoulder tightens its grip. "You know what happens when someone steals something I want" His voice is low; a warning laced into his words.