Ares: Dark Mafia Romance

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

Ares

I hated suits. Hated the constricting feel of them on my body. Hated the tie that Alek forced me to wear around my neck. I'd rather use it to hang myself from the ceiling. I felt like I couldn't even breathe in it, the buttons at the top too tight around my neck.

I couldn't stop shaking my legs, hoping the slacks I was wearing would somehow convert into my favorite pair of jeans. This wasn't part of the plan. Leo was supposed to go with Alek to this board meeting and I was supposed to be doing the tech part from home.

I didn't even get to go another round with the pretty girl I had in my bed this morning. Instead, I had to get interrupted by a different kind of banging as Alek screamed for me to open up my door. I got a suit thrown over my face with a firm 'you got five minutes'.

I didn't even get to argue or get to come up with an excuse as to why I couldn't go with him. I hated meetings. And I hated working. I rolled my hands over the sleeves of my shirt and then fixed my slacks by tugging them down.

"Stop fidgeting." Alek scolded.

"I f*****g hate suits," I muttered. "Where the f**k is Leo?"

"Sienna's water broke last night, asshole. They've been in the hospital all night. He dropped Ariana off with Daisy before they rushed to the hospital." He explained.

I rubbed my face with my hands and sighed. "I didn't know that. We have a family group chat. Why doesn't anyone use it?"

"Maybe she was too busy screaming to text you and let you know," Alek said, irritated as he parked his car in the lot. "Look, it'll be easy. You don't even have to talk. Just stand there. They know the Koslov brothers as a united front, so I couldn't show up here alone. Mr. O'Brien is a family man and if this meeting goes well then we get to co-own his tech company."

He stepped out of his car, locked it, and ushered me to follow him inside.

"Co-own? This s**t won't even fully be ours?" I asked once we were in the elevator alone.

He shook his head and raked a hand through his hair. "Not yet. Baby steps, Ares. Once this meeting is over, I'll see a way to make it ours."

The doors dinged and opened, and I followed closely behind and saw him fix his suit as he reached the secretary's desk.

"Koslov." He spoke and the man in the suit typed away on his screen before getting up to open the white doors.

"The Koslovs are here, sir."

He let us in and closed the door once we stepped inside. The office was extravagant. High glass windows, luxurious chandeliers hanging from the detailed ceilings, black leather chairs and ghost white sofas, a bar spread out on one side of the room with glass cups and brown liquor.

The other side was shelves and shelves of books that ranged from English Literature to French and Italian. The man known as Mr. O'Brien was in a dark brown suit with a crisp white button-down shirt.

He had a cigar in one hand and a glass of Whiskey in the other as he ushered us over to sit. He was standing behind his intricately grand desk and once we sat down on the chairs in front, he sat down on his.

"You're new."

The man spoke in a rattly voice as he exMorgand his smoke, his hand pointing over to me. He was an older man, with salt and pepper hair, sunspots on his hand and face, with eyes too small for his face. I had to squint to actually see them. I stood up respectfully and extended my hand.

"Ares. Ares Koslov." I introduced. He set his cup down and reached over to shake my hand.

"Aha. The youngest Koslov." He nodded and downed his drink. "Drink? Water? Coffee?" He asked, looking between the two of us.

"No, we're good. Thank you, Mr. O'Brien."

He waved his hand dramatically as he exMorgand his puffy smoke. "Mr. O'Brien was my father's name, and he was a bastard of a man." He laughed. "Call me Charlie."

"Have you gone over the last contract we sent over?" Alek asked.

I saw him truly in his element as they spoke about numbers, lines, stats, and other crap that I couldn't even begin to understand. The legal part was mostly Alek and Leo, while I handled the illegal part of things. I didn't have the patience or the skills that equipped me to even be in this room, this meeting, but I guess being a Koslov was enough.

The older man smoked, drank, laughed, and coughed too loudly while they went over every aspect of the contract. I nodded and smiled when I understood something, but mostly kept my mouth quiet as I looked around. He had animal heads hanging up on the wall and I hid back a grimace at the blatant animal cruelty he was adamant about showing off.

It seemed like the stupidest thing to have. I mean, they were animals for f***s sake, and not put on this earth to be used as something as rash as decoration.

"This calls for a celebration." The man spoke snatching the contract before Alek could hand it to him. He pressed down on the speaker button. "A bottle of champagne and three glasses." He yelled into it and then removed his finger.

Alek looked down at his watch. It was ten thirty in the f*****g morning and besides it being too f*****g early to drink, Alek hated champagne. Too bubbly. He bit back a comment as he nodded stiffly at the man still smoking that god-awful Cuban.

The smell was arrogant and strong, and I was this close to throwing up all over his precious desk. I could handle the smell of cigarettes, but cigars made me nauseous, they were too putrid. The door opened up and you could hear the clattering of glass as his secretary got closer.

"Here you go, Mr. O'Brien," An achingly yet sweet familiar voice spoke, and my eyes left the deer head on the wall and whipped to the culprit.

My heart constricted in my chest when I laid my eyes on her. Scarlett Morgan. Scarlett f*****g Morgan. I couldn't even believe my eyes. It didn't feel real. It didn't make sense that God would be so cruel as to place her right before me like this.

What the f**k was she even doing here?

I didn't know she worked here. This is why I hated going to meetings and preferred to be sitting behind my screen instead. The first thing I noticed was that her long hair was gone, cut, and replaced with a slick and ruler-straight bob that reached her jaw. It was still as shiny and as pretty as I remembered it.

God, I used to think about running my fingers through the locks, of tucking her pretty bangs behind her ears so many times. If I looked closer, it looked a lighter shade of yellow, but not light enough to be pale. She still did her makeup the same way she did in high school.

Red lips. Thin, black, and very sharp eyeliner. Shiny cheeks and a perfectly contoured jaw and a f*****g adorable button nose. I hate that I used that word to describe her. Adorable.

She was the Devil in sheep's clothing, that's what she was. I couldn't stop staring at her and how that black pencil skirt would look better hitched over her ass or how I'd love to see her bent over the desk. I wouldn't f**k her...no, I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

I'd use the flimsy panties I knew for a fact she wore underneath as a gag to hold in her cries and screams as my hands viciously bruised and reddened her ass. That's all she'd get from me. A punishment.

A rough one at that. I wouldn't even let her c*m. She wasn't allowed to. I'd never let her know just how much I craved her pinned beneath me. Eyes as icy as glaciers and as stormy as tsunamis found me and her breathing hitched visibly when she saw that it was me.

My eyes trailed down the creamy white and very fitted white blouse and then I saw it. I thought I was imagining things, but that fucker Charlie had his hand on her ass.

It rested there as she poured us the champagne and when she bent over to hand it to Alek, he gave her a light smack. My hands formed tight fists of rage as she didn't make a move to get him to stop or even attempt to look uncomfortable.

Was she his mistress? It shouldn't have gotten a single reaction out of me, but f**k, it did. It had me pissed the f**k off. She pissed me off. According to Alek, he was a family man. What a f*****g joke. What kind of family man touched his secretary like that?

It wasn't any of my business. She wasn't any of my business. Scarlett was a part of my past that I wished to God I could erase, delete, and never ever remember, but I couldn't. I couldn't give less of a s**t if she was his mistress or if she f****d her way to the top. I wouldn't put it past her.

I didn't care if she let him touch her, and after what she did to me all those years ago I shouldn't care if she was being harassed. She didn't deserve it, didn't deserve my sympathy. I shouldn't give two shits if Scarlett Morgan gets run over by a f*****g train.

Hell, if I had a choice I'd be the f*****g conductor. Damn it. Alek gave me a weird look when I refused to take the cup from her hand. I stiffly reached over and did everything in my power not to snatch it from her hand.

Her fingers brushed against mine and I felt that tiny little spark everywhere. f*****g everywhere. I kept my face stoic as I took it, downed it in one go, and then put it back down on the desk.

"Koslovs." Charlie tipped his cup toward us. "Pleasure doing business with you. To the future."

He downed his drink, his hand now wrapped tightly around her waist. She stiffened up slightly but made no attempt to break away.

"If you ever need a secretary to help you get up and running, Scarlett here is very.... obedient." He said the last word with a smirk, and I wonder if he could hear my teeth grinding down.

Alek looked at me at the mention of her name and had a look of realization wash over him, but I ignored him and kept my eyes zeroed down on her waist where he was touching her. I suddenly had the urge to break his hand and every single f*****g finger before shoving them down his f*****g throat.

Jesus, f**k. I told myself if I ever saw her again, I'd make her regret ever knowing me, and now that she was in front of me I wanted to murder the man touching her. The irony. I wasn't a violent person. I hated the violent aspect of our lives, and my brothers knew this. Yes, I had a gun on me always, and yes I knew how to use it, but I hated using it.

I only used it in dire emergencies when I had no other choice. Now...now my fingers were hovering over it in my front pocket with the overwhelming desire to feed him the whole goddamn chamber.

Alek stood up rapidly as if sensing my distraught and rage and placed the cup down and thanked him once more. He grabbed the contract, and they shook hands in agreement. Alek gave me a harsh look and I bit down hard on my cheek to keep from cursing the perverted fucker out.

I stood up and ran my hands down my suit. When Alek walked out of the office, I followed him stiffly without a thought or a glance back until we were in the elevator.

"Ares."

"Don't." I hooked my fingers at the top of my shirt and almost ripped it off as I loosened the buttons. I ripped the tie off and threw it on the ground. "Did you do it on purpose?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, but I didn't let up either. He out a sigh and his face softened.

"No, I didn't know she worked here."

"Fuck." I swore as I kicked the elevator door. "f**k this. f**k. This."

Alek's phone rang and he picked up ignoring my tantrum. "How's Sienna?" He asked. "Good. That's good, I'm happy for you. Congratulation. What'd you name him?"

He smiled and looked over me as the doors opened. We stepped out and headed to his car. "Alias Koslov. That's a handsome and strong name. We'll stop by once I pick Daisy and the kids up. We'll talk about work later. All right, see you." He hung up and put his phone in his pocket.

We got in his car, but neither of us spoke a single word the entire drive home. I insisted he drop me off and I mumbled about seeing Leo and Sienna on a different day. Once inside my apartment, I took off the stupid suit I was forced to wear and poured a drink. She really had to look breathtaking.

Damn her. Damn her for looking effortlessly beautiful, for still having that same trancelike effect on me. f**k me for thinking about her like this and f**k her for making me think about her like this.