Darkest Seduction

Ares

A massive pissing contest.

That's what this pathetic tradition was, to see who has the most money and the better connections.

I fucking hated coming every single month.

I had hoped now that Aria was allowed to attend I'd have something fun to do, or someone to occupy my time.

Instead, I got held up dealing with some members of the gang that attacked Aria and her sister.

Fuck.

Just the memory of that night made my head hurt, one of my men had already told me she'd kissed someone at the bar. I was already on my way by the time I was told she was at the strip club.

I had walked in there and expected to see her, legs spread, on the stage and was fully prepared to take out every single person in the audience.

Instead, tables were flipped, there was glass shattered and two bodies on the floor. I was concerned enough but seeing Helen slumped over a table sobbing had me in full-blown panic mode.

And then she walked out from the back, gun raised covered in blood.

My dick got so hard I was in pain, that fact alone had me contemplating shooting her then and there so I could stop the feelings starting to cloud my thoughts.

I thought I wanted to see Aria weak, I wanted to break her, destroy her. But seeing her standing there with not an ounce of fear just blinding rage, covered in another man's blood....I wanted to help her become powerful.

I'd have done anything she asked of me at that moment. Anything.

And it was driving me insane.

I was pissed she was wearing such a revealing outfit and pissed she didn't seem to be as affected by my presence as I was with hers.

So I lied and told her I'd killed that guy she kissed. I didn't even know his fucking name I'd just made it up.

I had wanted to kill him, and maybe I still would. But regardless of what people thought I asked questions before I shot.

"Acabamos de perder casi un millón. A un puto Pérez. ¿Qué apuesta puedo hacer para recuperarlo?" My padre asks me, furious. I glanced at him strangely.

(We just lost almost a million. To a fucking Perez. What bet can I make to get it back?)

I wasn't sure if he'd been recently shoved down a flight of stairs that caused him to suffer brain damage but I had no clue why he was talking to me in Spanish. None of Aria's family was near us and the Perez's spoke fucking Spanish.

To think I'd walked away from Aria and left her talking to Phoenix to try and sort out my father's pissing contest.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, I already wanted to go home.

"I'll think of something, in the meantime...drink and chat but stay away from any more bets. Because you won't win." I told him, overpronouncing every English word I uttered just to annoy him.

Phoenix walked over and I grabbed his arm, "You can't have either sister of the Valentino family just so you know."

He rolled his eyes, "I don't want either alright? Just getting to know my sister-in-law. You should talk to her she was asking about you."

Yeah?

I looked back at my father as he rolled a cigar, Our mother was chatting to Maria - Aria's mother.

I couldn't give a fuck about what my uncles or cousins were doing.

"Where is our brotherI asked Phoenix and he shrugged, flopping into an armchair and lighting a cigarette.