Page 19 of God of War

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Ares

I want you to kill my father.

Her words rattle around inside my head. There’s no way she just said that, right? There’s no way she just asked the Prez of the Wastelanders to kill the goddamned Sheriff. The rest of the guys can’t quite believe it, either. Reaper — who had been settled back in his chair — slowly sits up straight.

“Griff…” he rumbles warningly, but Griff waves him off.

“Everybody out.”

He’s not actually fucking considering this?

Delaney just stands there. Her palms are pressed against her thighs to stop herself from trembling. I see it, though. A tiny quake knocking her knees together. The girl is in way over her head and, for some reason, it makes me furious. I want to wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze. What the fuck was she thinking?

“Out!”

Chairs scrape, boots stomp. Rev is out the door first, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

“Girl’s fucked,” I hear him mutter to another officer.

He’s probably right — and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I sigh heavily and push off the wall.

“Not you, Ares. Or you, Reaper.”

Shit.

I turn back. Reaper throws me a glance. To anybody else, it would look casual, but I know Reaper. Worked alongside him. He’s worried too. As the two club enforcers, if Griff wanted to give in to Delaney’s request, we’d be the ones tasked with taking Sheriff Jackson out. Not that he’d agree. There’s too much risk to the club. But maybe…

A dark thought hits me.

What if Griff wants us to get rid of Delaney instead?

The door groans closed and the latch clicks home, leaving just the four of us. Three wolves and a lost little lamb.

“W-well,” Delaney starts, her voice shaking. She’s losing bravado by the second. “Do we have a deal?”

“Take off your shirt.”

Delaney lurches back, her hand flying to the hem of her hoodie. She grips it tight.

“What?”

Griff sneers. “I know all about you, girly. Always on the outs with daddy dearest. This wouldn’t be your way of trying to get on his good side, would it? Coming into my club, my home, strapped with a wire and a plan to take us Wastelanders down? I’m sure daddy would love you for that.”

Delaney looks like she’s going to be sick. After a moment, her features harden.

“I would never do that prick a favor,” she spits. “I’m coming to you because—”

“Ares!” Griff barks.

I lunge forward. Delaney squeals as I grab her arms and spin her to face me. She struggles, but it’s like a butterfly flapping its wings, trying to fight me off. Not gonna happen.

I lean down to get close to her ear. “Calm down,” I grunt, as she tries to twist her knee up into my groin. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She stills. Or at least goes as still as her trembling body will allow. Her eyes are big and shining, glassy with fear. I drag the hoodie over her head. A thin tank top peels off with it and she’s left in a thread-bare bra. For a few seconds, she stays pressed up against me like that — chest heaving, clammy skin radiating warmth through my own shirt. Her green eyes are accusing. Like she’s cursing me, like she thinks I’m enjoying this.

But I am. Maybe. My heart has picked up, my blood is pumping, and my cock… Is definitely harder than it should be right now. I clench my jaw, steeling myself, and spin her around to face Griff. I yank Delaney tight to my front, bracing my arm over her chest. Right below the swell of her tits.

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