HADES

Butterflies

Hades eyes opened tiredly, and they were met with the sight of the door that was opened widely. The wind was blowing outside and now inside, making his body shiver. He felt the cold hit his skin and he wondered how long he had been passed out for. His body was scrunched together in fetal position on the floor just in front of the doorstep. His head was hurting more, and he could feel a sneeze threating to be released.

"Fuck my life" he muttered and stood up with great difficulty. He locked the door with shaky and frozen hands and tapped his jacket in order to find his phone. It wasn't there, and he just expected to have forgotten it in the car. He was in no rush to get it, knowing well that he was going to be hit with the worst sickness.

Smartly, he went to the kitchen and looked around for any food that could make his stomach stop growling. He had soup and other necessities that Allesandra had brought him, but he did not have the energy to make food. He needed something quick and decided to just eat cereal and drink lots of water. No wonder his health was that bad, he did not take care of himself properly.

As he munched on the food, last nights events flooded his mind. The vivid sight of Celina kissing that man had made him angry, but it was stupid. Why am I being like this? He wondered to himself, not understanding why he was feeling this emotion. He had expected her to have someone. A girl like her would definitely be locked down, he had thought to himself. However, the sight just didn't sit well with him and neither did the obvious fact.

They had both talked about meeting up, but now he didn't want to. Not because he was feeling sick, but because he didn't want to look at her again. He didn't want to confuse his heart further by being in her space. He wasn't stupid and understood well that the monsters in his head had taken a liking to the girl. Wanting to protect her from whatever had hurt her that day.

"She will take care of you" they tried playing with his mind, but he was having none of that. Instead, he finished with eating and decided to work on the tracking alone. He only needed a name, which she had let slip from her mouth in one of the drives. James Smith.

He was working in the living room, full focused on the computer as he did the whole process he had done to find his gang members. He lurked everywhere to find something on this James person that would lead him to where he was. He sat there for hours and hours on end without standing up from the couch. The only distraction being his occasional sneezes, coughing and even groans of frustration. In such concentration, he forgot the time and the phone that was stuck in his car outside.a<

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«What is in that phone princess? » Greta teased Celina and laughed. "You are hiding it away as if it beholds crystals"

The maids and even Grace chuckled as they were running around the kitchen to make food for the guards and themselves. They were not allowed to be hungry in the mansion, according to Lorenzo. They were obligated to drink and eat from the kitchen whenever they wanted. The delicious smell of Italian cuisine was mouthwatering, but she found herself lose appetite as if she had already eaten. 

"It's something much more important" Celina answered, smirking at the faces of the women. She laughed to play it off as a joke, but she herself knew that it was truth lingering to it. She had been calling him so many times, but he wasn't picking up. At first, she thought he was asleep, but know that hours had passed, she was getting worried. She didn't even know why she was so concerned about a man she barely knew, but she was. Had something happened to him?! What if someone saw him?!

"Stop with the jokes and eat from this" Greta said and put a plate of lasagna in front of her. Celina squealed when she saw a hand approaching her plate and slapped away Graces hand when she was about to pick on her food. "Get your own" she said and pointed to Camilla, another maid, who was filling up the plates. Celina really didn't like sharing her food with anyone or eat from the same plate.