Athena POV
Women are hanging off either of them, just like always. I didn’t even know they frequented this club. Can this club contain any more assholes? Or do they have a limit as to how many are allowed in?
Ares is seething in my mind. She absolutely despises the disrespect they continue to show us. As do I. They won’t reject us, because they want to hurt us for a while longer. Pieces of s**t.
The women hanging off them smirk at me, before they move to kiss them. Purposefully for me to see. To my surprise, however, the s**t stains don’t avert their gaze from me. In fact, they push the women off them. They look... antagonized somehow. Just when I am about to move, I feel a presence coming up behind me.
“Is that why you wouldn’t have a drink with me? You have a thing for the Marano b
