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“Exactly. Your temper is too short. You’d end up killing the kid,” he laughs once more.
“You’re probably right. And where the hell am I supposed to find a woman to have a kid with?”
“Why not the girl you’re stalking?” I laugh again.
“Seriously? I’d have to kidnap her, Juno.” It’s not as if the thought hasn’t crossed my mind a few times. It has. I’ve thought about how I would keep her for myself.
“And you’re against kidnapping?”
“What would I do with her after?”
“I don’t know, keep her.”
“In this life?” I huff out a laugh.
“Why not? There has to be a reason there’s a few women around, right?”
“I don’t think they’re around for the reasons we’re thinking. There’s more,” I tell him.
“And that’s what we’re finding out?” I nod as I walk toward the door, grabbing my keys and glasses. I check my pocket for my phone as Juno follows me down the stairs and out the front door to my car.
“You coming?” I ask him. He shrugs and then nods his head. He knows he wants to come with me. He has a thing for the little blonde that lives there, too. He climbs in as I start the car and pull out of the driveway. I drive down the road, past my father’s house, to the gates at the main entrance. A man steps out of the booth to the right and nods his head at me before opening the large gates. No one gets in or out unless it’s through these gates. There is a twelve-foot concrete fence around the whole property as well as cameras at every fucking turn. No one does anything we don’t know about, and that’s the point. This is my father’s land, and he damn sure will not let anything go down here that he didn’t plan and plot.
“You really are into this girl, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Then why are you stalking her? She isn’t even that good-looking.” I ball up my fist and slam it into his chest, causing him to cough. He glances over at me and smirks.
“Oh fuck, Ares. You do like that girl.”
“Mind your own fucking business, Juno.”
“Shit. This is my business. We’re best friends, basically brothers, Ares. Why don’t you just talk to her?” I glance at him before looking back at the road.
“Not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
“Do you honestly think my father wouldn’t find out?”
“So what? He told you to find a girl, right?”
“He wouldn’t approve of her. She isn’t the type he has in mind,” I tell him.
“What’s the type then?” I nearly roll my eyes.
“Like my mother was.”
“I don’t know what your mother looked like,” he reminds me. He’s right. No one has a picture of her anywhere. Not even me.
“I don’t know either. I don’t remember much about her.”
“You weren’t that young when he killed her, were you?”
“I was eleven.”
“So you should remember something.”
