CHAPTER 42

Fury was pasted on Hades' face as he exited the house. Carlos was on his heels behind him. Hades did not stop until they had reached the car. He quickly slammed his hand at the car. With his bruised hand he pulled out the cigarette packet and lighted one.

With long drags, he inhaled the poison. He had expected to see some remorse but there was not even a flick of it. She had chosen her side that night and she is standing by it. There was a time when he had loved her passion. Even when her sunken cheekbones were once high because of her cheerful nature she was adamant.

His hands itched with the need to burn something.

“Your friend called to say that he is back at the main house”

Yes, Hades thought. He now has something he could actually burn.

“Ask him to take him to the basement. To that room”

Back at the mansion

Hades headed for the basement as soon as they reached the main house. It was a whole world beneath the family estate. It was the world of crime. What was better than to keep