Thieves and Monsters (Three Fates Mafia, #1)

by Clio Evans

“Say it,” I growled again. “Tell us why you deserve her.” “I don’t deserve her,” Damon growled. “I don’t fucking deserve her. I never will. But I plan on spending the rest of my life doing every single fucking thing I can to deserve her, even if it will never be enough. I like the way she smiles. I like the way she laughs. I like the way she’ll tell us all to go to hell if we need to hear it.”

“Do you really think you don’t deserve love? After all the love I’ve given you?” His temper cooled off and he blew out a breath, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against mine. “I don’t deserve you either, even when you’re a fucking brat.”

“I think that’s your biggest flaw, my love.” “What is?” “Thinking that you don’t deserve us,” I sighed. “Yo...

“The three of you were stupid enough to leave your mate alone, and now I have her. Say hi, princess.” “Fuck you, you asshole.” That was undoubtedly our mate.

Bodies surrounded us—casualties that I might have liked to avoid, only they wouldn’t stop shooting at me.

Killing a demigod was almost impossible, but tonight? I’d send that heroic cunt back to the underworld, and not with a ticket back to here. His time had come.

“Where is our wife?”

“Where is his room?” “Down the hall to the right. Second door, can’t miss it. Has his face carved into it.” Of course it did.

Fates and gods be damned, we would bring down Hercules.

“Abra cadabra,” I whispered. Nothing. “Unlock me,” I said. Again, nothing. “Bingo. Yahtzee. Chains undone. Key.”

I jumped out of the fountain, wincing as my pants were now wet, and took off running again—stone thunderbolt and plastic key card in hand.

Rage. Rage and pain. Everyone I’d ever loved had been taken from me. Every. Single. Person.

I’d never considered myself a hero. I’d never considered myself a villain. I hadn’t wanted to hurt someone. I’d never wanted to cause others pain or be the hand that dealt death, until now.

“You won’t do it,” Hercules rasped. “You can’t. You’re weak.” He was wrong.

“Isn’t this what demigods are supposed to do?” I asked. “Kill the bad guys? Or was that just the stories?” “Well, first, they’re supposed to kill monsters—not mate them.” “I guess I just like to do things my own way.”

Ashley had killed Hercules. The demigod that had been alive for centuries. We had fought him and had lost, but our mate had taken him down.

We had never heard of another demigod and monster being mated. And perhaps it would not have been a big deal, except that she had inherited Hercules’ mafia branch when she killed him. Our little thief was now a mafia queen.

The demigods Orpheus, Theseus and Jason stared at us with a burning hatred. Perseus, the only demigod that I didn’t absolutely despise, was the only one that wore a soft welcoming smile. She raised a brow as she watched us.

“You would sit where he sat?” Orpheus asked, his cold gaze turning on Ashley. She raised a brow, regarding him. “Yes.”

“I highly doubt you are capable.” I growled again, but Ashley squeezed my hand. “Why? Because I’m not some crusty male demigod? Medusa and Perseus are the only other women that sit at this table. You can kiss my ass.”

Fucking hell, this woman. I already knew that I was in love with her, but every moment that passed, I was falling all over again.

“You will not kiss her ass, only we are allowed to do that.” I said that as seriously as possible, and enjoyed the way everyone took it that way.

“Good luck, demi,” Medusa said, giving Ashley a subtle nod.

Medusa is such a MOTHER

“That was not a fun meeting,” he said. “They hardly ever are,”

Damon, Aaecus, and Minos all knelt down in front of me on one knee. Despite the disasters today had brought, it had also given me a clear vision of what I wanted. My monsters. I wanted them. I wanted to build a life with them. “Will you, Ashley the Thief, be our wife?”

“Our little thief turned mate turned mafia boss turned wife,” Aaecus teased, kissing the top of my head. I giggled, grinning. “It’s not quite The Odyssey, but I’m fine with it.”

In everything that happened with Hercules, I'd never taken a moment to observe…how their equipment looked. Was each cock stacked vertically or horizontally? Either way, how the hell was I going to do that?

My eyes fell on the piece of art that had started it all. Three werewolves ravaged a woman, and she was having the time of her life—because she was. The first time I’d seen it, I’d felt a bit jealous, and rightly so. There was nothing like being taken by three monsters.

They were magnificent. I knew I could take them. I was a demigod, right? No more fighting monsters, just fucking them.

“We’re going to breed you, little thief,” Damon grunted. “Our mafia wife.”

Not even two weeks ago, I would have thought I’d lost my mind for feeling proud of myself for taking Cerberus’ three cocks. But here I was, basking in the sunshine of their love. Seven days of sin had turned into forever, and I wasn't mad about it.

I shouldn’t have been excited about beheading him and taking everything he owned, but it was hard to not be a little giddy.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly. “I just wanted a little walk on the beach.” “Yes, and now we have a mysterious hole in the ground,” Minos chuckled.