It’s Not Business, It’s Personal, Part IV
“Your men gave me a better fight than this. Makes me wonder who taught you how to fight, your mother? Perhaps it was your wet nurse. You should have suckled at her breast more.”
Ares (Teresa Watson)
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Ares is written by mystery writer Teresa Watson, author of thirteen books. She loves all things that involve sports and war movies.
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It’s Not Business, It’s Personal, Part III
“I will kill him myself, Arty,” I said, my voice cold and distant. “This part isn’t about family; it’s very personal. Stay out of my way.”
It’s Not Business, It’s Personal, Part II
The stars were twinkling, and the moon was full and bright. Not ideal for trying to sneak up on someone, but good for seeing the face of the enemy as he dies at the end of your sword.
It’s Not Business, It’s Personal, Part I
“This isn’t like old times, Ares,” Artemis said. “The rules have changed. The weapons are different, more destructive.” “Worried that I’m going to die, Sis?”
What Price Mortal Love?
Nudging the door open with my foot, I listened for noises, but heard nothing. I quietly moved through the foyer and into the living room. My heart dropped into my stomach. It couldn’t be…
Suspicions Confirmed
“Stupid bitch,” he muttered. “She always had an inflated sense of self. Calling here and barking orders at me all the time. Charlie wasn’t that thrilled with her, either.”
A Father Has Doubts
“Hatred? Revenge? There are any number of reasons, Hades. You know that, as well as I do. He hates me, he hates his mother.”
A Secret Assignment
Sitting down at my desk, I dropped the journal and the slips on top, and reached into a drawer on the right side for what the mortals called a burner phone. There was only one number on it.
Appearances are Deceiving
The woman jumped like she’d been hit by one of Zeus’ bolts. “Holy…don’t you know how to knock?” “Don’t you know how to stay out of the boss’ office?” I countered. “The bitch is dead,” the woman retorted. “Good riddance.”
The Truth Hurts
“You, on the other hand, have sat up here on your ass, lording over the rest of us just like you used to do, thinking you can do whatever you want without consequences.”
When it Rains, it Pours
I thanked him for his help and told him I would keep him posted. As we parted company, I had a feeling it would take more than the two of us to find the person responsible.
Trying to find the Trail
I’m immortal. You can’t kill me, just like I can’t kill you. The worst we can do to each other is seriously maim or injure. Recovery might take a little while, but we’d survive. I strongly suggest you get over your daddy issues and focus on the problem at hand.
What Does Charlie Know?
I debated about how much to tell him. “There’s been an…incident at the OA. I thought I had seen Charlie with Ophelia from HR at the restaurant where I was having dinner, but I wasn’t totally for sure.”
What’s Your Alibi?
Dad paced the floor on the opposite end of his office from the body. I’m sure he was wondering what Mother was going to say when she found out about this. She’d either give him an alibi or hang him out to dry.
Date Night Never Ends Well
I studied the scorch mark and my blood ran cold. It was a pattern I had seen one too many times in my immortal life. Turning around, I looked at him. “What did you do?”