The glass of vodka is sitting in front of me, I am too tempted to take a small drink of it. But I know that if I do, Diávolos would come out and try to kill Lucas within seconds. Even though he fucking deserves it, I want to watch him bleed. I want his blood dripping down my hands, I want him begging for my mercy after what he has done.

He ruined Alexandra.

He is lucky she's fallen for me again.

I would have killed everyone he loves; I would have made him watch them die in front of him the same way I watched her die. Why the fuck am i speaking like this? I grab onto my head, why the fuck am I speaking like Diávolos.

I do not want Alexandra to see Diávolos because I loathe that side of myself. The murderer in me. I used to despise it when she told me she was in love with him. It enraged me. Angered me. I grab the glass of vodka and throw it into the sink, I wanted her to love Ares, to like the good side of me.

But it appears that she adores both of us. I did this to myself, I used to watch her as Diávolos, protect her as Diávolos. But, when she mentioned her obsession with Diávolos, it gave me hope. It gave me hope that she was trying to remember me, at least that's what I believe.

I glance at my brothers dead asleep on the floor, since they think the couch has some sort of AID on it. Pricks. The pair of them. I have spare rooms, if i was a good person, I'd take the both of them upstairs but I'm not.

I open my bedroom door, and see Alexandra fallen asleep on the bed. She was full naked, the shirt I'd given her earlier is now on the floor. The covers resting above her abdomen, I settle on the edge of the bed, grazing her hair as she snores. I grab my phone from the back of my jean pocket and scroll down, I tap onto his number and press it against my ears.

I feel her hands interlocking with my free one, she rests it under her head.

"I need to know everything about Lucas Everdeen," I whisper.

"Not for much longer, I want to know about everyone he loves, everyone that has a meaning to him. I want them all by tomorrow." I end the phone and chuck it to the side.

"Ares..." I hear her mumble; she tightens her grip around my hands and slowly opens her eyes. I graze her face as she slowly sits up, bringing the covers against her breast as if I hadn't just fucked her a while ago. "It's five in the morning, why are you awake?"

"Epeidí yposchéthika na se prostatépso,"

"I'm not Greek Ares," she chuckles tiredly.

"I'm not going to be here tomorrow, Angelos, I have work...but Atlas is going to stay with you." She wipes her eyes and releases a small yawn. Nodding her head, she falls asleep on my chest now, even though the pillow is behind her. Her fingers graze the tattoo on my shoulder, before reaching my jaw.

"I love you..."

"I know..." Which side of me do you love?

Her eyes open, and her brown hues link with mine.

She's fucking beautiful.

And fucking submissive.

"Butterflies?" She whispers.

"I'm too tense Angelos, I'll be too rough." I warn her, pushing her strands behind her ears.

"Be rough..." I grab her neck, allowing her lips to press against mine as she gasps from the cold air. In that moment when our chemistry ignites, she slides her tongue inside and I wrap it with mine before sucking it down.

She moans softly. I rub onto her clit; she gasps and arches her back. She's already wet for me, fucking hell. I slide out my dick, thick and hardened because of her. Only she makes me react like this. I stand up and pull her to her feet, I turn her around so that her back faces me. I kiss along the back of her neck.

I push the tip of my cock inside her, she bends over and shoves her face into the covers. I wrap her brown curls with my fist, pushing myself further inside. And I thrust inside of her tight pussy. I pull her head up, "Ares..." She moans in a whisper, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

I keep my paste in wanting to pleasure her more, I could cum just by looking at her.

She clenches around me; I groan into her neck before sucking onto it.

"Ares....ohh!" I kiss her, to swallow her moans down. In these quiet moments between action and stillness, she loves me with her eyes as much as her body, our souls mingling.

The cool room has already warmed up. It is difficult to hold back and make the moment last. Isn't that always the way, caught between the climax's intoxication and extending a moment we never want to end?

Her eyes. Fuck me. "Ares...I need to..." I thrust faster and harder. I flip her around, grab her legs, and pull her to the edge of the bed. I press my hands onto her stomach, her legs are separated, and this is the best view of her.

She wraps her tiny ones around my wrist, and with the last few pumps. I notice her cum wrapped around my cock. I press my hands against her mouth as she moans into it, the vibrations coursing through my veins.

I pull out and cum onto her stomach, my head falls back. "Fuck. I want to do that again." I murmur, she shook her head. Heavily breathing. I lean down to kiss her; she smiles against my lips. I pull up my underwear, feeling less tense than before as I grab a towel and walk back to her. I wipe the cum of her stomach and fall down onto the bed beside her. She tucks herself into my chest.

I drag the covers over her naked body.

I stay with her all morning, but when my door opens, and I see Adonis nod his head. I shuffle her back to her side of the bed and bring the covers over her body.

I kiss her one last time as I make my way into the cupboard, I slide a black shirt over my body and a new pair of jeans. I stroll towards the corner of the room, lifting up the floorboard.

I grab a pair of black gloves, two guns and a set of knives. I close the floorboard and make my way out of the room. Atlas slurps a glass of juice as I come down the stairs, "keep your eyes on her at all fucking times. One hair on her head goes missing, and I'll fucking kill you."

"Wouldn't be surprised if you've counted it, and she's going to be fine." Atlas rolls his eyes.

"He probably has." Alastair chuckles as he makes his way into the living room.

"We have his brothers in the warehouse." I knew Cameron would do as he was told.

"What's the plan?" Adrian asks, he shuts the front door behind him. We all settle around the table.

"Torture. I am going to abuse his brothers until he appears. Then I am going to kill him slowly. I'm going to break every bone in his body, then I'm going to chop off his head and send it to his family." I pour myself a glass of vodka.

"Wow, I'm scared to hug Alex now." Alastair whispers.

"He didn't hug Alex, he fucking nearly killed her." I grab my car keys and nod my head at Atlas before exiting the apartment. My brothers follow after me.

Blood drips down my hands, but it is not the blood that I want.

All his brothers were hung by their hands onto the ceiling, "I-I-I'm going-going to kill you Diávolos."

I laughed loudly as I tossed my cards onto the table. It appears that I have won yet another game against my brothers. Alastair clenches his teeth and angrily throws his upon the table.

"I won, my turn." I take a standing, throwing the knife into the air before catching it. I walk towards Malcom and stab him directly in the chest.

He gasps as I drag the knife down towards his abdomen, Manuel growls at me to stop hurting his younger brother. I make sure i stabbed him deep enough for me to his gut.

The door of the warehouse slams open, I see Cameron walking in with Lucas in his grasp. Lucas' eyes widen once he sees all his brothers hung like pigs, he tries to charge towards me, but Alastair and Adonis grab him at the perfect time and push him down onto his knees.

"You rotten fucking bastard!" I leave the knife in Samuel's body and smile sinisterly, Lucas yells out. The sound of my chair scratching across the carbon tiles causes me to seize it. I position it in front of him and sit down, my chest against the front of it. Adrian brings me the tool tray.

"I've been waiting for three hours Lucas," I slip my black gloves on.

"I'm going to kill you...let them go, you have me now." He whispers, Alastair and Adonis tie him up onto the chair. I pick up the hardware cutter first, Lucas growls as I stand up and fling the chair to the side of the room.

"I want you to focus." I snap my neck, "I want you to see me kill each and every one of them, to hear their screams and see their blood dropping on the floors...let me show you how fucking merciless I can be, Lucas. Let me remind you who has the power here, you caught me at my vulnerable stage...and you nearly killed her. Let me demonstrate how to execute the work correctly."

I am going to enjoy every second of this.

I grab onto his first brother....

I made sure to make this as horrendous as possible, I made sure he heard every scream, every cry and every whisper for help. Whilst he sat there, whilst he sat there powerless, the same way he left me when I was in the car with her. I made sure each brother had a different way of torture.

I see how his eyes change.

The same way mine did when I watched the blood leak out of her mouth.

The night is flashed back to me...

The moment shards of glass clash against our face, I stuck my hand out over Ali's chest. Water crashes through the windshield.

My eyes widen, and I take one last deep breath before pulling out my seatbelt. Ali is holding her breath as she points to her seatbelt. The car drowns even more as I bend over to her side. I grab the seatbelt and use all my strength to yank it out, Ali looked at me with sadness in her eyes.

Signing for me to go.

To leave her.

I can fucking do this!

I was running out of breath.

I shook my head, watching the last bubbles leave her mouth and her eyes close. Her body goes completely limp, fuck! I grab her waist and swim to shore after one last drag and the seatbelt snaps.

Half my energy has gone, the heaviness of the water is swallowing me back down, but I push myself through it.

I hear sirens and lights, the moment I am back to surface. I cough out the water and breathe in some air, I see the boat coming towards us. I drag Ali's hair back, shaking my head. Her skins white...

I made sure he watched the die.

The same way I watched her die for five hours.

This is my revenge.

And I am going to enjoy every singly fucking minute of it.