Ares rose to his feet, and began to walk towards the exit door with some swagger in his steps.
When he neared the girl that had her head bent as she fought back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, he came to a halt.
"Follow me," he said, and continued walking.
Angel heard him clearly, but she didn't give a toss about his orders.
So far, this was the cruellest thing he could have ever done to her.
It was bad enough she already had a weird relationship with food. To force her to taste something that disgusting was just foul.
Because of that, she had a desire to remain defiant to the very end.
What would he do when he realised he couldn't control her? Kill her.
Ares got to the door and realised she wasn't following him.
He paused again, but didn't turn around.
"I said follow me," he repeated in his usual monotonous voice.
With her head buried to the ground, Angel continued to pretend not to hear him.
Sullivan, unable to stand the disrespect directed to the boss, sprang to his feet, and marched to her.
He grabbed her, and dumped her over his shoulder.
"Let me go!" Angel screamed, as Sullivan walked towards Ares, who had walked out of the room.
"Be gentle with her, Sull—" Xander pushed Ivar before he could further make a fool of himself.
The door closed, and Sullivan continued to follow Ares, whilst Angel screamed and kicked.
A door was opened, and Ares went into the room.
Sullivan followed after him, as the door shut behind them.
He dropped the tussling girl to the ground, and turned on his heel swiftly.
"You bastard!" Angel screamed at his retreating figure.
"I won't let you get away with such disrespect against me. All of you will regret ever treating me the way you have!" She screamed as the door closed again.
Ares, who had taken a seat, watched her keenly.
He wondered if all she knew how to do was scream, curse, and be disobedient..
She was not like the daughters of the other mafia lords.
Her appearance was soft and dainty, but her actions did nothing to match it.
"Sit down," he called from his seat.
"Why would I do anything you ask me to do?" She spun, and directed her screams his way.
"Do we really need to keep playing this game?" he asked in a bored tone.
"You're the only one playing a game, Mr unicorn! First you kidnap a drunk girl, and then you subject her to the vilest invasion of a person's human rights? How dare you speak to me about games?"
"Seeing you're in no position of power, wouldn't it be better if you shut up, and listen?" He continued speaking without any stress or strain in his voice.
It only managed to infuriate her further. Here she was, ready to tear down whatever this facility was, and he was just calm with his threats.
"Who do you think you are?"
"Not a unicorn for starters." he shrugged.
She bobbed her head up and down. "That has been clear for a while now. Someone as vile as you are, cannot be as pure as a unicorn. You're the devil."
He smiled. For the first time since she saw him, he genuinely smiled towards her.
"What's so funny?" She asked in an irritated tone.
Partly because her heart rate had surged from how damn good he looked smiling, and the other part was because he had the nerve to smile at her, as if she wasn't making any sense.
"I was wondering when you'd finally get it," he rose to his feet, and walked up to her. "Ares, but some people like to call me, Lucifer." He stretched out his hand.
She scoffed, and rolled her eyes hard.
"What is with you bloodthirsty men, and your need to be called the devil?"
"I didn't give myself that name. I told you some people choose to call me that."
"Yeah right. As if you don't bask in the high of being referred to in a term equating the devil. You're not sleeky Mr Ares. My father is exactly like you, so I know men like you. I just don't know why I'm caught in-between your war, when I've done nothing wrong to you."
Her hands went to her hips, as her chest rose and fell in rage.
Ares' eyes went to her chest, and before he could hold back his tongue, the words slipped out of it.
"Why are they so small?"
"What are you tal—" she went silent, when it dawned on her he was looking at her chest. "Eeeww, you pervert!" she crossed her arms around her chest, and stepped back.
His face creased, confused about her reaction.
"Pervert?" He questioned in disbelief.
"Yes. That's the only reason you asked your servants to give me this revealing dress, so you can ask me silly questions!" She said, shivering inside of her.
"I was asking a genuine question, princess. They're unusually small in comparison to the ones I'm used to seeing."
Her face turned red with fury. "Well go meet the other women with big breasts. Mines are small, and I love them that way. Such a weirdo," she snarked, and threw her face to the side.
He was able to study her side profile. She was trying very hard to put on a brave front, he deduced.
A little part of him wondered just how far she would go in trying to prove she wasn't scared of him.
"I need information on something important."
He walked back to his seat, and sat on it.
"I don't have anything to tell you. I just want to go home. I have a fashion show that's supposed to be held tomorrow. If it doesn't, I'm doomed. My fiance promised to be there too. I haven't seen him in three months. Why won't you let me see him?" she asked, her voice choking as she did.
"Are you about to cry?"
"Never!" She sniffled, and wiped off the tears that had gathered in her eyes with the back of her hand.
The corner of his lips twitched in amusement. It had been a while since he was around a woman with such a strange, yet fascinating personality.
To think that the first time he saw her, he swore she was an airhead. It just turned out she had multiple layers..
He was curious to know which other side he would see, before he either got rid of her, or her father found a way to get her back.
"So you have a fiance?" He asked.
"That's none of your business, but I do. And thankfully, he's not like you and my father."
"Why do you keep comparing me to Hades?"
"Because you're both in the same line of business."
As she answered, her eyes that were roaming everywhere but towards him, caught a painting on the wall of the room.
Like many of the rooms she had entered in this place she didn't understand, there wasn't also much furniture in this one.
But that painting on the wall called to her. It felt nostalgic. Like she had seen it somewhere before.
"Maybe, but I'm not as sloppy as your daddy. Seeing how I easily bypassed his boys, and took you away from him."
"You didn't do much. You gave the orders, and Mr funny found me in my vulnerable state. And it'd do you a world of good not to underestimate my father. He recently caught one of his biggest rivals. Now that's what you call, sloppy. How do you let your biggest rival catch you?" She scoffed, and shook her head.
Ares' eyes narrowed to her, and then to whatever it was she was staring at..
The painting on the wall. He wondered what she thought of it.
She'd probably give a rich girl response if he asked her. Good thing he wasn't going to make that mistake.
But there was something he was curious to find out. She talked about her father capturing his biggest rival.
It could only mean she didn't know it was him.
He didn't know how yet, but there had to be a way to use that information to his advantage.
"You think so highly of your father, I see."
"I'll tell you the same thing I told the woman locked up in the room I'm also locked up in. I don't always agree with him, but I owe him for being the reason I can feel protected, and have all the luxury I want."
"So you've been talking to that woman?" His face darkened, and he was glad she wasn't looking at him to see the sudden switch.
But his gratitude vanished, when she suddenly turned to face him.
"You sure do ask a lot of questions. Are you interrogating me?"
"No."
"Why am I here then?"
"Information, boredom, oh, and a need to piss your father off."
"I hate you," she declared.
"Excellent, because I do not want any confusion down the road. And just so we're clear, the feeling is mutual. I hate you too, princess."
Their eyes locked in a fierce intense battle that raised the heat of the room, to a hell like degree.