Ares’ expression shifted into one of contempt as he looked at the other three men in the room, completely ignoring Tragos for now. “And you, you support him?”
Ezio was clearly having second thoughts about this. He’d really only signed on for the promise of fucking girls who would ordinarily reject him. Actually standing up to Ares, the man he’d seen kill people in a single hit, who had torn a dog’s jaw off with his own bare hands because his own favourite was losing, that was a whole different kettle of fish. Tycho and Gino glanced at each other, but said nothing.
Ares looked back to Barak, sizing him up. All that aggression and strength was pointed in the wrong direction, and it was such a shame things were going to have to end like this. “Gotta say, I’m kinda disappointed. I had high hopes for you, Barak, and this is how you repay me? After everything I’ve given you? Nah. You don’t fuck with my blood, and you don’t fuck with me.”
For the first time, Marcie felt kind of relieved to hear Ares claim her like she was his possession. She kept adjusting the bottom of her sports bra and tank top, feeling like they weren’t back in their proper place yet, still feeling the shadow of Barak’s groping hands on her skin. Having Tragos shift towards her bolstered her a little, and she stepped closer to him too, not enough to touch, but enough to feel safer.