Reborn

Chapter 43|Mine

I raised an eyebrow, "what?"

"Hades."

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I got out of the helicopter, feeling the wind from it's spinning blades move my hair and clothes.

Jasmine, Michael and Blake came out after me before my bodyguards who where in another helicopter joined. We landed on a rocky cliff near a beach.

I looked around the coast through my dark sunglasses with a deep scowl on my face.

"Find the place. And be descret," I command and my men scatter in search for the hidden mansion.

"Shawn said it's near the end of the beach," Michael says.

About half an hour later one of my men inform us about the location of the building.

I felt the excitement build up in my chest as we made our way to the mansion, surprisingly it wasn't under any form of protection which made it easy to get to the front door. Almost too easy.

Though, I couldn't wait to get in and end this once and for all.

Once we got in I made my way to search for  the bedroom while carefully moving through the empty house.

Once at the door I threw it open with my gun aimed at the bed.

A woman squealed loudly, holding the sheets closer to her shaking body. I sneered at the sight of her, she looked young, probably in her early twenties.

"Where is he?" I snap, feeling Michael's presence behind me.

She looked at us in terror, raising her hands in surrender. "W-who?" She stammered.

My scowl deepened, "you know who I'm talking about. Don't play dumb with me."

"I really d-don-"

"Where is he!" I yell, making her jump in shock. "Hades," I add.

Her mouth fell open in confusion, "he doesn't stay here anymore! Please don't shoot me!" She pleads with tears strolling down her face.

I refrained from tugging my hair strands in frustration.

"How did he know we were coming?" Michael snaps in frustration.

"I don't know. But we'll find him," I reply, keeping my gaze on the girl I lowered my gun. "Grab her," I instruct.

Two of my men pull her out of bed and hold her on her feet. I walk towards her in slow strides, trying best to surpress my anger.

I stopped a feet away from her, "now. You're going to tell me where he went pretty girl. I don't want to hurt you," I tell her.

She tries to muffle her sobs, "I don't know what you me-"

"Don't!" I snap, making her jump. "...don't start with that," I finish calmly. "I don't have the time. Now where did he go?"

"He... he can't go anywhere," she says between cries as she yells curses in italian.

I squint my eyes at her, "meaning?" I ask.

I noticed her hesitate, like she was told not to say something.

"I...I..."

I grabbed her face with my free hand tightly, forcing her to look me in the eye and forcing her mouth open.