Page 6 of Zeus: Love of a god

Dindi, get this over with so you can go back to your quiet oasis.I pulled out the short note with my phone number on it. My plan was to walk up to him, pass him the note, then keep it pushing. If he reached out, then he did. If he didn’t, then my life would move without a skip of a beat. This current caesura was of my own making, but depending on how this played out, it wouldn’t last long.

As I walked toward the couple, eyes fell on me. I was sure my bright red hair drew a lot of attention to me, but I loved my hair color. I couldn’t hear the murmurs, but I saw the coveredmouths, not sure why they needed to whisper. Before I turned my implant off, I wondered how everyone heard each other.

When I stepped in front of my father, his wife faced him with her arms around his neck. She had her lips on his neck, and he looked completely uninterested. After a few seconds, my presence caught his attention. I saw the intake of his breath and widening of his eyes. His reaction must have caught the attention of his wife, because she peeked over her shoulder to see what caught his attention. Her body quickly spun to face me. There was this expression of surprise before it turned into anger.

Before I could do anything, she came at me and pushed my shoulders back. I stumbled backward with shock. She was yelling, but I had no idea what she said. She kept pushing and pushing and pushing. I tried to keep my balance because she was much bigger than me. She put her all into the last push. I fell back off the curb into the street.

My body flew into the air. I felt myself scream before I landed on the ground. Chaos ensued around me. I was in too much pain and felt like I would pass out at any moment.What just happened?

“Bro,baby girl right there got it,” my brother, Hades, asserted.

It would be a great day when he got out of hisfuck all the bitchesphase of life. I went through it, the same as our other brother, Poseidon, but Hades had it bad. The fact that we were the grandsons of the founder of the Mount Olympus Riders and the current leadership made it no better. There were a lot of motorcycle/car clubs in the city and state, but none compared to the Mount Olympus Riders. We knew it, and everyone else did too.

I glanced in the direction of the girl that he pointed out. She was a pretty girl, but she wasn’t my type of female. “I’m not impressed. She’s your type, though, because she looks like you can blow on her and she’ll fuck. You love that.”

“Nothing impresses you. I swear you’re the hardest man to impress,” Hades said under his breath.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “As I should be. I’m Zeus.”

Most called me arrogant because I chose not to involve myself around many people. Our club was close to three hundred members strong right now, which was amazing, however a lot in the same breath. Everyone couldn’t be at the top, but most wanted to be. The likelihood of anyone without the last name Basil being at the top was slim to none.

“You know baby bro is out here being the great enforcer. The hos love that.”

Poseidon had a point. I was the current club president while he was the vice president as well as our legal counsel. There were times when members of ours got into shit, and he was our go-to defense attorney.

My brother was three years younger than me at twenty-nine. Hades was a year younger than him. Our parents, Kronos and Laverne, thought it was smart to have some estrogen in our house. Our sister Hestia was thirty-one and the baby in the family. My sister Hera was twenty-five.Where are my sisters?I looked down at my watch. “Y’all seen Hestia and Hera yet?”

Hades had already made his way over to baby girl that had it, so I was talking to Poseidon. He leaned against my Hellcat next to me. We both wore our club vest over wife beaters with cargo shorts and matching J’s.

“They should be around here somewhere. You know their asses know a little bit of nobody, but a little bit of everybody knows them.”

No truer words were ever spoken. My sisters were the most unfriendly females that I knew. That didn’t stop females from wanting to be on their asses though. My sisters hardly were ever bothered with the next bitch.

“Hey, Zee and Sea. Y’all look good.” One of the groupies came over like she belonged. Our club had official female members, wives, and girlfriends of members, as well as groupies. Our groupies weren’t as bold as to create a whack ass auxiliary like Kings’ Kitties, but we had them.

My ear dropped to my shoulder as the corner of my eyes tightened. “Sweetheart, what’s your name?” When she told me that her name was Damika, I glanced at my brother. “Now, I thought she said Damika, not Kronos or Laverne. Why do you think calling us Zee and Sea like she’s our mamá and bampás (dad) is okay?”

These hos did too much, too often. Our parents were the only ones that called us by shortened names. I was Zee, Poseidon was Sea, and Hades was Dee. My sisters were Tia and Era. Funny story, Hera didn’t have a shortened name. When she was five years old, she had a fit that she didn’t have a nickname like her adérfias (brothers) and adelfí (sister). The only solution plausible was to cut theHoff her name to land on Era.

Damika’s attitude popped out like her sharp ass hip. “Oh, I didn’t know that I had to be a special Basil to call y’all by y’all’s nicknames.” She threw her hands up. “Excuse the fuck outta me.”

“Yes, please excuse the fuck out of your hot, smoked salmon pussy smelling ass. Talkin’ about special Basils. Bitch, you wish you could have Basil dick in you right now. Move the fuck around.”Era is here.

Both of my sisters had sharp tongues, but Hera’s tongue was lethal. It was crazy because she was genuinely a loving, caring person at heart and by profession as a nurse. She didn’t play about her siblings though. The groupie knew better than going back and forth with my sister. Ho ass Damika knew that where Hera was, Hestia wasn’t too far behind.

When she walked off, Hera cut her eyes at Poseidon and me as if we did something wrong. “Me arrostaínoun (Hos make me sick). Why is that damn girl always around? She’s not even a groupie. She’s a groupie’s groupie.”

Poseidon guffawed. All I could do was shake my head in shame for the young lady. It was bad enough to be called a groupie, but to be called a groupie’s groupie was heartbreaking. I pulled my baby sis into me. “Come here, treló korítsi (crazy girl).”

All of us fluently spoke the Greek language, thanks to our grandfather and father. We mainly spoke it in phrases unless we were in full conversation with one of them. Our grandfather still lived in New York. He came to visit when we had major family events and club events here. The Mount O Riders still had a functioning chapter up there that he oversaw.

“To paírno apó ton aderfó mou (I get it from my brother),” Hera jested.

The gods did something so special when they created my mamá and adelfís. Laverne, our mother, was from Kannapolis, North Carolina, and was a country girl. She was the polar opposite of our father, Kronos, who was born in Volos, Greece. He was raised in Brooklyn, New York, when he and my grandfather migrated to the United States in the seventies after my grandmother died. My parents met when they were teenagers, when my mother would go visit family in Brooklyn every summer.

My late grandmother was African and Greek to my grandfather’s pure Greek blood. Greek and black blood was a special mix. The rich melanin of our skin complexion could be attributed to both sides of our family. When most people met me, they assumed that I was mixed with something, but what was the mystery. I loved my heritage, and I loved that my mothermade sure we were engulfed in the Greek part of our blood. We spent a lot of time in New York and Volos with family.

“There’s my other love,” I called out at the sight of Hestia.

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