Page 7 of To Hades & Back
A LITTLE TIME LATER…
“Um, Hera, are you going to invite Jin’jer toDrag the Streets?”I asked my sister.
We were at another family dinner. I couldn’t get that girl off my mind. I’d been stalking her ass on Instagram like a lame. She posted a couple times a day.
Hestia giggled when Hera put her fork down. “Hades, what are you doing? I’ve never seen you chase a female like this. She told me that your ass be in her Instagram comments telling dudes that she’s not available.”
Our father’s laugh pulled the attention to him. “Gie mou, vríkes ti gynaíka sou? Eínai ómorfi? (Son, have you found your wife? Is she beautiful?)”
“Den tha élega óti eínai gynaíka mou, allá mou arései. Eínai tóso ómorfi, bampá (I wouldn’t say that she’s my wife, but I like her. She’s so beautiful, Daddy),” I responded.
Zeus cleared his throat. “Damn, I never thought that I’d see the day. My baby brother actually likes someone, like for real.” He glanced at his wife who sat next to him with their daughter on her lap. “That’s how it happens. You see them and suddenly, everything in the world makes sense.”
He, Poseidon, and our father had been telling me that for a long time now. I wasn’t sure what this was about Jin’jer, but I wanted to know. The only way to do that was to go all in. “Hera, I’m just trying to vibe with her. Did you invite her toDrag the Streetsor not, Sis?”
“Yes, I invited her, and she said that she was going to come. Despite what happened at the club, she likes hanging out with us.” She put her finger up and tightened her eyes. “Hades, you better control your hos. Don’t get someone’s daughter beat the hell up.” She picked her fork up and resumed eating.
I tried to hide my smile, but that was impossible. A ho service announcement was going out to tell them to stay fifty feet back. I didn’t want to fuck up what could be before I knew what it was.
Dragthe Streetswas in full swing, and it was thick as hell out here. The Mount Olympus Riders were posted up right next to the King of Kings. Dindi was the glue that bonded the two clubs. Her relationship with her father had come a really long way. Their relationship proved that it was never too late to become a daddy’s girl. Arron did not play about his daughter and granddaughter. It also didn’t hurt that Aaron was in a committed relationship with Gracie, who taught him and his sons sign language.
Poseidon, Zeus, and I were in our normal event attire with a twist. Tonight, we wore camouflage, cargo shorts, a wife beater, and our club vest. We were leaning against my Hellcat, and my brothers’ wives were leaning against them.
“Arke just texted that Hestia and Hera are coming down the block,” I told my brothers. I wasn’t sure what time Jin’jer wasgoing to show up. Hera confirmed earlier today that she was still coming.
We knew when our sisters were close because the cars that were in the streets split like the red sea.Who the fuck is that?I knew it was my sisters on the front two bikes, but I wasn’t sure who was on the last bike. Whoever it was, they had great taste in bikes. “Damn, that Ducati is something serious,” Zeus complimented.
A real rider could pinpoint bike types and brands easily. Zeus was a Ducati man. He had three of them and bought two for his wife. The bikes pulled up behind my car. You could have bought me for less than a penny when the helmets came off and the mystery rider was Jin’jer. My dick bricked up harder than it did when I knew I was about to get pussy.This fucking girl!
I took in her curves when she climbed off her bike. My eyes scanned the crowd. Oh, these fuckas were salivating over her, and I couldn’t have that shit. I needed everyone to know that I’d already tagged J-Elle.
I hatedto admit that I had a great time at the club with Hera and her family. After the ditzy broad was fired and put out, things got 100 percent better. One of the many things that I loved about myself was my ready-for-anything attitude. I was the girl that carried hair supplies on her at all times. When you wore wigs, you could never be too careful. I took my pretty ass in the bathroom, took off my stocking cap, then loosened the two braids in my hair. Some edge control, freeze spray, and a hair tie always did the trick.
When I came back out to the section, it was like, who is this new bitch? It was I! For the rest of the night, I danced, vibed, drank, and held conversation with Hades. When that waitress bitch dropped those drinks on me, I already knew why. If thedick had her tripping like that, then I wanted to know why. It was one of my toxic traits. I’d had some great dick in my life, but I’d never had any that made me flip out. I wanted to see what that might be like.
I knew that I would go toDrag the Streetsbefore Hera invited me. The event was a big deal in the city because a large proceed went to charity. It also gave me a chance to pull out my baby. The apartment complex that I lived in allowed you to lease garage space, so I did. I kept my truck and bike in my garage and parked the car that I purchased when I moved here in a parking space near my building. My big boy took way too much gas to drive all the time, and I rode my bike mainly on weekends.
My custom painted Ducati always got looks. The front was painted with beautiful roses that turned into flames as you moved down the body of the bike. My helmet mimicked the design. There was enjoyment in watching Hades’s eyes roam my body shamelessly. We didn’t exchange numbers at the club, but that didn’t stop him from getting in contact with me. By the time I got home that night, his ass was in my Instagram inbox. When I didn’t respond to his message, he resorted to going under my post and leaving comments.
“So, you weren’t going to tell me that you ride?” Hades asked when he stepped into my personal space. He was so close that from the outside looking in, you would think that he was my man. I was sure that was his intent.
He looked good as hell. “Why would I have to tell you when I knew you would see me riding? You look good, sir.”
He blushed; he actually blushed. “You look sexy as hell.” He scanned the crowd of people with a grimace. “You got all these fuck boys looking at you and shit.” His lips lowered to my ear. “Don’t have me out here fuckin’ up people’s sons.” His voice was low and deep.
I pulled my head back. “Well, I heard that you were the president of the Fuck Boy Committee.” With a tilted head, I asked, “How does that work?”
“You can’t believe everything you hear, lil baby. I’m just a single man that does single shit.” He grabbed my helmet that was still under my arm, set it on my seat, then grabbed my hand. I let him lead me over to where his family stood.
After I spoke to everyone, he leaned against the car and pulled me back to lean on his front.Oh, this is different.I peeked up at him over my shoulder. Now it was my turn to blush when he winked down at me. I felt eyes on me, and I wasn’t talking about a single set. My scan of the crowd revealed that Hades and I were the main attraction of the night—fuck the races.
“Y’all over here causing an uproar in the whore camp,” Hestia joked before she took a sip from the water bottle in her hand. We all chuckled because she was right.
Hades’s chest rose and fell with his laughter. “Man, fuck them hos. They know what it is.”
I shifted in his arms so that I could better face him. “Well, they know what it is, but I think someone should tell me. I’m a little mystified.”
Everyone got quiet because they were just as vested in the answer as I was. Hades gazed down at me for a beat. The world stood still in anticipation of his answer. “It’s me and you on some exclusive vibing shit until we both decide it’s not. That’s not gonna happen though.” He gripped my waist, turned my body in its original position, then wrapped his arms around me.
