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I wanted to lay out on the beach with a margarita in one hand and a vibrator in the other, not a damn care in the world.
There were the Hydras, the Chimera, the Colchian, and the Gorgons. The Hydras, like us, were a monster made up of three ruthless men. The Colchian, however, was just one monster–a dragon that had survived like us. The Chimera had two leaders, a set of twins. Then there were the Gorgons—run by Medusa. Of course, she didn’t go by that name anymore, unless in ancient company. To the rest of Morai, she was known as Madeline Winters, a famed sculptress.
“We should get her back,” he proclaimed. “And try to win her over this time, perhaps. Instead of being assholes.” “We are assholes. But, yes.”
“That sounds like a plan,” I agreed. “Which jewelry stores do we own again?” “All of them,” Aaecus said. “Excellent.”
Aaecus growled. “I bought her flowers.” He threw out his hand, gesturing to a bouquet of roses resting on a chair in the corner of the room. “I bought her flowers after I gutted ten men for trying to attack her. I should have bought white ones so I could turn them red with their blood, but I decided she might not find that quite as romantic as I did. I’ve got it bad, Minos.”

