Page 101 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“Casey, what happened?”Jan shrieks.
“Some asshole tried to attack me in the parking lot.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just think I sprained my ankle.”
“When she kicked him in the balls,” the demi-god says with agrin.
I smile at Heracles as he and everyone else laughs.
“What about your friend?”I ask.“He went after the guy.”
“Yeah, I’ll see if I find him.”
Jan kneels by my chair, a worried frown on her lips.“Do youneed anything?”
“Just a ride home.”
“I’m on it.I’ll get some ice for your ankle.”
***Ethan***
I can’t see straight.Rage seeps from my pores like sweatafter a hundred-mile sprint.My knuckles crack as I continuously make fists andrelease.I’m trying to decide whether I should put him out of his misery ormake him suffer.
“What do you think I should do with you?”I ask.
“L-let me go?”
“Let you go?Oh, I’ll let you go.Just haven’t decided inhow many pieces yet.”
The fucker swallows hard, and his eyes dart around the roomat the men here—my brothers, Charlie, Brick, Sam, and Brad.Sam and Brad areCasey’s detail.They’re the ones who brought me the piece of shit who attackedmy baby.
“I swear, I was just following orders.”
“Oh, trust me; your boss will be in that chairrealsoon.”I grab my Louisville Slugger, twirl it with a flick of my wrist, and thenpoint it to Sam.“You said it was her ankle.Left or right?”
“Right.”
I turn back to the man in the chair and swing at his rightankle.He howls in agony as the bone shatters.The force of the contact splitsthe bat down the middle, and I toss the pieces aside.
“Stand him up.”
Charlie and Brick rush forward, release his bonds, and draghim into a standing position.
“If Stone wants to get dirty, then we’ll get dirty.”
I let loose on the fucker, turning him into my punching bag.By the time I step away from him, he’s a broken, bloody mess.They let him fallto the floor, and I kneel on his back, snapping his spine.Michael hands me atowel to wipe the blood from my hands.With a smirk on my lips, I turn to facethe men.
“It’s time to kill some wolves, boys.”
***Casey***
I’m sitting on my back porch swing sipping lemonade, my headon Daddy’s shoulder.My bandaged ankle is resting on a chair, cushioned by apillow.It feels as if it has its own heart beating inside it.My nose perks upat a scent on the wind—a scent that elicits that strange flutter in my tummyand sends shivers down my spine.I look to my left and watch as Ethan entersthe backyard from the side of the house.I haven’t seen him in two weeks, andmy eyes delight at the sight.My brain goes mushy and my pussy twitches.He’seven more gorgeous than I remember.If the other dudes are demi-gods, then Zeushimself is standing before me.He’s holding a bouquet of gorgeous purple dendrobiumorchids, and a cup that looks suspiciously like a strawberry-banana smoothie.Daddy squeezes my knee gently and turns to me.
“I’ll give you two some privacy.”
He nods at Ethan and makes his way inside.
