ARES

Turning Tables

After the boys' admittedly impressing interlude, we sit together around the table. Suddenly, I hear commotion coming from outside the bar. I check the door, then look over to Luke. He nods firmly, confirming he heard the noise as well.

Some might say this is paranoid but after all, this used to be one of the most infamous head quarters around London. There are many people who know about this place, but there aren't many who know Luke returned.

He's playing a dangerous game by being here and we do, too.

Luke sneaks over to the door, all under the puzzled stares of Jake and Molly. His hand rests on his belt where I know he keeps the gun. Only Ares sits, furthest from me, completely unbothered in his chair. I doubt he'd lift an eyebrow if anyone came in here guns blazing.

My hand wanders to the side of my ankle, ready to pull out the knife, depending on who's behind the door. Molly shoots me a concerned look but I nod reassuringly. We got this.

"No fucking way!" Luke groans in annoyance once the door swings open and I lean back a little to catch a glimpse. Knowing Luke, he would also greet the fucking mob like this.

However, what I see is actually much more of a surprise. Two girls, barely older than me stand in the doorway grinning widely at Luke.
"Baby! It's been so long!" One squeaks in a highly unpleasant voice. She goes in for a hug but Luke steps away. "Chelsea, no."

At this, Ares' head shoots up from his phone and he stares at the door. I haven't seen this much emotion on his face for the whole night but it's far from positive. Although his expression remains reserved, I'd venture a wild guess and say he looks downright terrified.

While I hear Luke's hushed talking to this girl Chelsea, a second girl pushes past them, heading straight over to us.
"God, Lisa! How often have we told you to stay the fuck away?" Jake rolls his eyes. "Luke told you it was a one time thing. Get over it already!"

She dismisses Jake with a frown, "I'm not dumb, Jake. I have no interest in Luke anymore, neither in you. I want him." Her eyes settle on Ares who's looking at her like a deer caught in headlights.

As Lisa inches closer to Ares, I watch as his leg starts bouncing nervously.
"Hey, babe," she slurs. Ares swallows heavily and tries to keep the distance to her but he's already backed up in the corner.

My eyes flick to Jake who's scrolling through his phone, apparently unfazed. Next is Molly, who looks at me with shock written all over her features. I simply shake my head in disbelief.

Lisa's clothes alone tell me everything I need to know about the situation. The tiny skirt and high heels, the top that equals a bra and long bright red acrylics. It's giving brothel and her behavior hits the nail on the head.
Her bleached blond hair almost hurts my eyes, especially in comparison to Ares' overall dark look.

"Please, baby, I've waited so long for you," she coos as she settles between his legs and traces her nails slowly up his thighs and I shudder. This isn't right. It's very fucking wrong.

Ares is backed against the wall, he's visibly shaking and his eyes are screwed shut. It's so obvious he doesn't want this. Why isn't he saying anything? What about his confident talk earlier?

"Stop!" I speak up in the unbearable silence that formed in the room. Even Luke's whispered argument with Chlesea stopped and I feel all eyes on me.

Lisa turns around with one fake eyebrow raised, "Are you his bitch or what?"

The moment she gave Ares a little more room, he scrambles from his chair and brings as much distance as possible between him and Lisa, suddenly standing behind me.