Kidnapped

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

-ARES SEIDON

I'm on my bed, laid on my back, arms stretched out on my sides as I stared at the ceiling. There's a numbing ache in my chest. I've never felt such a loss in my life. Not even from my parents.

I guess he played a larger role in my life than I appreciated him for.

"Ares?" Angel calls out to me before soft footsteps pad into my room. My bed dips and I turn my head to look at her, sitting next to me, on her knees with one of my black oversized shirts on.

She hasn't changed.

Still a thief.

I look away from her, a flash of excitement passing through my chest. Though I can't bring myself to hate it nor admit it. "Did you eat?" I ask, "Are you hungry?"

She shakes her head, playing with the seams of my shirt. "I'm not hungry." She weakly murmurs.

"I've decided to get revenge on the Romanovs. I can't sit here and listen to Leo tell me about when to announce my father's death nor the assets that belong to me now." She murmured in silence.

"Those guys aren't really who you should be messing with." I warn her, thinking back to the bomb. "Don't do anything irrational. I know you're upset, Angelos. Trust me, I'm fucking furious too, but we need to think this through. Give the old man a peaceful funeral first before any thing."

"But. . ." She purses her lips, tears welling up within her eyes. "I need to do something. I've never felt like this before. The pain is so foreign I don't know how to handle it." Her voice trembles in the end, I could swear I felt a knife through my chest.

A small sigh resounds in the spacious room and then she brings up her hand and fists it against her eye. "I'm exhausted." She choked a sob. "But I can't sleep. I miss him. I'll never see him again."

My hand unconsciously reaches for her cheek. "Don't cry. It fucks me up when you cry." I wipe stray tears, her red eyes meeting mine.

I've never seen anyone cry with beauty. The way her lips, nose, and eyes were red. She still looked beautiful.

An idea then lits my mind as I clear my throat. "You know, psychological science shows how comfort of someone close can help the grieving process." I said.

She blinks, confused. "How exactly?"

My hand shot out to grasp hers as I pulled her onto my side. Her head landed on my chest, accompanied by a small inaudible gasp.

"Like this." I say, against her big head.

She hums. Snuggling deeper into my chest and wrapping her arm across my torso. A small satiated sigh escaping her lips.

A couple minutes go by with incredible comfortable silence. I feel so at peace, I want time to stop. I never thought being this close to her, would make me this content.

A sense of total peace and consolation, I can't tell if I'm the one that needed the comfort or if this was for her sake.

"Hey Ares? Do you think I'll be fine without him?"

She goes quiet, yet gives me no time to respond as she continues. "I think I was at the brink of finally adjusting to life with him in it and everything else that came with him y'know?"

"I remember calling you one night. That night was was. . . Eventful to say the least."
Something about her voice felt hallow. The pain from before gone from a hundred mile radius.

"I was having mental breakdown in a club, got drunk, danced with a couple, got wasted and killed someone. All in one night."

My eyebrows shot up in shock.