Hera POV I am woken up by the insistent ringing of my phone. With a groan,I reach for the device by the bedside table and answer the call immediately." I got it,MG. I got the information you asked for." Justin's voice blares through the speaker." About Snake?" I ask, suddenly sitting up. The sudden movement sends pain jolting to my wound and I wince in pain." What's wrong, Hera. Is your injury acting up?" Justin asks,worry filled in his voice." No. I just have a bad headache." I lie. I can't tell the truth otherwise I might never hear the end of how I should have stayed at the hospital and not forced an exit yesterday." Did you have too much to drink yesterday?" Justin asks and I fight the urge to roll my eyes." I can take care of myself, Justin. Tell me about Snake." I reply." Snake? Who mentioned Snake?" Justin wonders out loud. From where I am seated,I can already imagine a frown on his face and pursed lips." Didn't you say you have the information I asked you about?" I an
Camilla POV I was woken up by someone shaking me lightly. I grumble and turn around. The person then starts pulling my ears. Grunting in annoyance,I open my eyes ready to tell someone my mind. However,I clamp my mouth shut when I come face to face with my brother's grinning face." You really are a sleepyhead. You don't mind where you sleep." He comments. I open my eyes and scan my environment. I am in my office, curled on the small sofa." If you wanted to sleep,why not utilize the resting room. I bet the beds there are more comfortable than your sofa. Alex comments.He then stands up straight. I sit up slowly and stretch."What time is it?" I ask. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in Theo's arms after we...My eyes widen and I turn to look at Alex." Was I alone when you came?" I ask in panic. Last night, Theo offered to watch me as I slept. Could it be he stayed until..." Which question am I supposed to answer first?" Alex asks with a chuckle. Judging from his reactions
Hera POV I am starting to get pissed by his stubbornness. I love torturing information out of a fuckers mouth if they try to act tough but today is not a good day. I don't have the patience for that.“ Listen here, Jace. Let's not make things ugly because you don't want to sing in my hands. I can promise you I can transform into a devil when annoyed. Don't push me.” I advise him.Jace obviously trembles,fear painting his face.“I got codes. I’m no snitch.” he breathes out.I laugh, cold and loud, the sound echoing. “Codes? Those so-called codes and loyalty will not save your ass when I get started with you. Screw them codes and tell me what I want to hear. I might get lenient and give you a fast one.” I say with a smile that doesn't reach my eyes.“ You are going to kill me?” Jace asks,as if he is surprised I will. I mean, what was he expecting? That he is here for a casual talk? I am offended he thought that he could get to keep his pathetic life after seeing my face and learning a
Hera POV The call ends, and my phone pings with a location message.I put the glass down hard on the bar, the loud clicking sound lost in the loud music of the club. The air smells of sweat and cheap perfume, people dancing under bright lights. It's a friday evening and those days spell recklessness.I used to love them at some point when I would wear a mask to conceal my identity and take position in my favourite pole.Can you imagine it? Me,a plus size in those sexy thigh high boots and lingerie swirling around the pole?I used to do it for fun,it made me feel in control or when I wanted to hunt.Nasty bastards love anywhere painted with sin and what better place than here at my club?My boots hit the floor as I make my way out of the club and disappearing into our secret parking lot.Outside, the cold night air stings my face, clearing my head. We keep a few cars here—plain, hard to trace, good for secret jobs. They come at hand when we need a change of rides to confuse our enemie
Hera POV I turn to Justin, who’s already typing, his eyes locked on his screen. “Can you hack his phone? Get the message in without him knowing it’s us?” I ask and Justin smiles.“ You know me. There's nothing I can't pull off as long as technology is concerned.” He boasts. I can't retort because he is right.“ Excellent. Then get down to it.”He doesn’t look up, his fingers flying. “Give me an hour. I’ll spoof it, make it look like it’s an order from his higher ups.He won’t suspect a thing unless of course,he doesn't have any higher ups and we are wrong.” Justin replies.“That bastard doesn't have the brains to pull off something like that alone. He is definitely getting someone covering his tracks.” Nyx sneers.I have to agree with her. Snake is bright,but not wise enough to try going against a whole fucking club like Shadow Riders all by himself.If my guess is right,he has been offered a piece of the pie or someone has some dirt on him and is using it to manipulate his ass.“If y
Hera POV I clutch my leather jacket and throw it on my shoulders. The bandages tied on me earlier,already ripped and lying in the trash can.The doctor’s voice drones on about “recovery time” and “infection risks,” his clipboard clutched like a shield. I cut him off mid-sentence, my voice sharp enough to slice through his protests. “Write the discharge papers. I’m leaving. Now.” I order. The look I throw at him is enough to tell him that I mean business.He blinks, mouth opening to argue but stops eventually. He sighs in defeat. He knows I am not asking at this point but telling.I don't need to keep laying in bed when my body feels okay. That's not who I am.I am Hera, leader of the Killer Angels. Not some fragile patient who needs to be babysat and watched over every damn minute.I have had enough of that the few days I have been laying in that hospital bed.The doc scribbles his signature, muttering under his breath, and I’m out the door before he can change his mind. The pain in