Ruining The Grounds Of Hell  – Episode 15

  –ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ..–

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✉️ Mom: How did the date go? Don’t forget to bring her home early, hmm? Or are you sleeping there?

 

Hades read the message with a small smirk. His arm was wrapped around Bluey’s waist, her bare back pressed against him, her body warm against his chest.

 

✉️ Hades: It’s going well. I’ll tell you more tomorrow. Goodnight, mom.

 

He locked his phone and set it beside him, but before he could shift, Bluey whimpered softly and curled deeper into him, turning to him.

 

Hades froze for a second.

Then he smiled.

 

“Pretty girl…” he whispered, brushing his fingers through her hair.

 

 She nuzzled his chest unconsciously, lips parting softly as she breathed his name in her sleep.

 

His palm glided down her spine, slow and gentle, tracing the warmth of her bare back before pulling her closer.

 

She sighed, her hand tightening on his waist like she didn’t want him going anywhere.

 

“You’re killing me, Bluey…” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “So damn pretty…”

 

She murmured something again under her breath—something soft, something that sounded like his name.

 

His chest tightened.

 

Hades tucked the sheets around her, stroked her hair once more, and pressed one last kiss to her forehead.

 

“Goodnight, baby.”

 

With her body warm against his, her heartbeat steady against him, he finally let his eyes close, falling asleep with his chin resting gently on her hair.

 

—–

-𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲- 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨’𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-

 

Noah walked into the house grinning like an idiot, dragging his suitcase behind him. 

 

“I’m homeee!” he called out, already preparing an insult for Sergio the moment he saw him.

 

 He dropped the suitcase by the couch and headed straight for the stairs.

 

“Hey, jerk! I have returned!” Noah announced loudly as he swung the door open.

 

He froze.

 

Noah’s smile vanished the second he stepped deeper into the disaster that used to be Sergio’s bedroom.

 

Clothes were everywhere—shirts half-dangling from the dresser, jeans on the lamp, a shoe floating in an empty bowl of ramen. 

 

The bedsheets were on the floor like someone fought a demon in them. Two pillows were torn open, stuffing everywhere like sad winter snow. 

 

The curtains were crooked, one completely ripped off.

 

And on the far end of the room, back against the wall, legs stretched out, head slumped… sat Sergio.

 

A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled loosely from his hand. His eyes were red, his hair wild, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

 

“Bro…” Noah whispered, carefully stepping over what looked like spilled cereal glued to the floor.

 

Sergio lifted his head slowly.

 

“Noah…” He croaked—his voice cracked like it hurt just to speak.

 

“Hey, hey,” Noah crouched in front of him. “What’s the matter? What happened? Where’s your boyfriend?”

 

The moment the word boyfriend left his mouth, Sergio’s face crumbled.

 

“He… he left me,” Sergio whispered.

 

Noah blinked. “Huh? What do you mean he left you?”

 

Sergio swallowed hard, tears flooding again.

“Hyce broke up with me.”

 

“What?! Why?!”

 

Sergio squeezed his eyes shut, head falling back against the wall.

“He found out… I—I messed up.”

 

Noah frowned. “Sergio… what did you do?”

 

“I was drugged,” Sergio said weakly. “I don’t even remember half of it. But apparently… I slept with someone.”

 

Noah’s jaw dropped. “Bro…”

 

“I didn’t mean it!” Sergio’s voice cracked painfully. “I swear, Noah, I didn’t. I don’t even know how I was foolish enough to end up in that situation. I was just—stupid—and Hyce…”

 

He inhaled shakily.

“He looked at me like I killed him.”

 

He rubbed his face with his palm, shoulders shaking.

 

“And now he won’t talk to me. He blocked me on everything. Messages, calls… even my backup account. He blocked that too.”

 

Noah exhaled slowly. “Damn…”

 

Sergio looked up at him—broken. Truly broken.

 

“I tried showing up at his house,” he whispered. “He wouldn’t open the door. He just… told me to leave. Said he’s done.”

 

The bottle in his hand trembled.

 

Noah sat beside him. “Look… I know Hyce. He gets emotional quick but he also cools down quick. Give him time. Or—we can get the others to talk to him. They can explain you were drugged, you didn’t mean it—”

 

“No.” Sergio cut him off instantly.

 

“No?”

 

Sergio shook his head weakly.

“I don’t want anyone to talk to him. If he hears it from someone else, it’ll feel like I’m forcing him. Like I’m hiding behind people.”

 

His eyes filled again.

“If he ever forgives me… I want it to be his choice. Not because our friends cornered him into it.”

 

Noah sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.

 

“You’re miserable, man.”

 

Sergio’s voice broke completely.

“I know.”

 

Noah nudged him quietly.

“And you’re gonna be more miserable if you stay in this room. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up—”

 

“I don’t want to go anywhere,” Sergio mumbled, eyes empty. “I just… want him back.”

 

He looked down at the bottle.

“You need help, jeez.”

 

—–

-𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞- 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦-

 

Morgan was sitting on her bed, eating snacks when Trevor walked out of her bathroom.

 

The scent of the room changed immediately and Morgan paused mid-chew, sniffing the air.

 

Trevor looked anywhere but at her.

 

“Come here.” She narrowed her eyes.

 

He dragged his feet toward her like a guilty little boy, and she leaned forward, sniffing him again.

 

“Didn’t I tell you to stop smoking?” Morgan said, unimpressed.

 

“You said I shouldn’t smoke around you.” Trevor corrected.

 

“I said don’t smoke at all.” She deadpanned.

 

“You know I can’t stop. Please, don’t get mad.” He gave that boyish smile that always tried to save him.

 

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

 

Trevor’s smile grew, relieved.

 

“So… have you texted them about the get-together?” he asked, leaning beside her.

 

“I’m on the group chat.” Morgan said, scrolling.

 

Trevor crawled behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder like nothing happened.

 

“Give me some of your snacks.” He added.

 

Morgan scoffed, shoving his face away. “No, Trevor.”

 

He laughed, snatching the snacks anyway, taking his phone.

 

—

 

Morgan: What’s up guyss!! 😍✨

 

Natasha: Hi Morgan 😊

 

Bluey: Soon-to-be Mrs Hale 👰‍♀️💍

 

Natasha: STOP teasing me 😭

 

Dawn: Natasha, trust me… marriage is not for the weak 😮‍💨

 

Morgan: Hugo, have you been treating her badly? 😡😡

 

Hugo: 😢 My love… why are you painting me as the villain??

 

Trevor: Aren’t you though? 🤨

 

Hugo: Bro 😐

 

Hades: Y’all should pay me to teach you how to treat your woman right 😏🔥

 

Bluey: Show off 🥰

 

Hyce: Why is it so loud in here 💀

 

Gomez: Hello lover boy 😘

 

Hyce: 🫦

 

Natasha: Are you two FL¡RTING with each other right now??? 😳💀

 

Hades: What are we even talking about 😒

 

Trevor: It’s the season of GET TOGETHER!! 🎉🎉

 

Hyce: 😒

 

Hades: 🙄

 

Gomez: 🤨

 

Trevor: Are you guys being serious or just texting nonsense 💀

 

Morgan: Speaking of the get-together…where are we doing it? We need a nice place.

 

Bluey: Yeah, I’m not wearing my fancy dresses to some random restaurant 😎📸

 

Natasha: Someone pick a proper restaurant pls, the last time Gomez picked, the food was 😰😩 horrible !!

 

Hugo: Anywhere is fine by me, as long as Dawn doesn’t glare the whole time 😅

 

Dawn: Bro, don’t spill wine on me like last time 😤

 

Hugo: I literally apologize, my dear wife and why you calling me bro? 😐

 

Trevor: So…restaurant it is. But who’s hosting?

 

Morgan: Hades 💼💰

 

Bluey: Obviously! My Money bag 😏

 

Hugo: Lmao, money bag 😂💸

 

Hades: No. Never 😒

 

Trevor: Hades, your wallet is basically a national treasure 😎

 

Hades: I AM NOT YOUR ATM MACHINE 😤

 

Morgan: Chill, money bag 😏

 

Bluey: Yeah, we’re just joking…mostly 😎

 

Natasha: Exactly. But let’s be real, you are richer than all of us combined 😏

 

Hades: 😑 That’s it. Fine, I’ll host. But you guys better not make me regret it 😤

 

Gomez: Lmao, yes, Hades as the host 💖 Can’t wait to see you suffer 😈

 

Hyce: 🙄 Only you could make paying look like a flex

 

Trevor: Okay, dress code? Sexy casual or glam?

 

Bluey: S+×y casual 😏 Make the boys sweat 😈

 

Hugo: 😅 Already sweating

 

Morgan: Restaurant, Hades hosting, boys paying with their charm 💁‍♀️

 

Bluey: And we girls get to roast you all mercilessly 😈

 

Natasha: Yup, prepare for endless teasing 😏

 

Trevor: This is going to be chaos and I LOVE IT 😂

 

Morgan: Epic chaos is an understatement 💀

 

Hades: You guys are insane. But fine…5 PM sharp 🕗

 

Natasha: 😏

 

Bluey: Don’t worry, we’ll make the boys jealous 😈

 

Hugo: Oh I’m jealous already 😢

 

Dawn: Behave, Hugo 😤

 

Trevor: Don’t make me laugh too hard 😂

 

Hades: Fine…see you all at the restaurant, money bag out 💼

 

Bluey: 😂 

 

Morgan: Can’t wait 😎

 

—–

-𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞-

 

The sun streamed through the large windows of Robert’s house, warming the spacious living room where the family had gathered. 

 

The mood was bright, everyone buzzing with excitement as they sipped coffee and nibbled on pastries.

 

“So, I’ve been thinking,” Robert began, leaning back in his chair, “it’s almost been four years since the destruction of MIA. Can you believe it?”

 

“I know,” Iris said, resting a hand on her slightly rounded belly. “It feels like a lifetime ago, but also like yesterday.”

 

Gael nodded, glancing at Maureen with a grin. “I say we do something big. Something to celebrate all of us surviving and moving forward.”

 

“Like what?” Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow, Corazon by his side.

 

“A vacation,” Robert declared, eyes twinkling. “A beach getaway. All of us, the kids, everyone. Sun, sand, sea—relaxation, laughter, everything. We deserve it.”

 

“Finally!” Nadine clapped her hands. “I’m so tired of staying in the city. A little sun would do us all good.”

 

“I’m in,” Maureen said, taking Gael’s hand. “Kids included, right?”

 

“Of course,” Robert confirmed. “ And we’ll make it a proper reunion. A celebration of our little…legacy family.”

 

Iris laughed softly, her hand resting on her bump. “And maybe some calm for me, since I’m carrying another little one.”

 

“Don’t worry, we’ll plan around you,” Corazon said with a warm smile. “Beach chairs, umbrellas, gentle waves, nothing too crazy for you. ”

 

Anthony grinned. “Count me in. We’ll have a barbecue, games, maybe even some fireworks. Something memorable.”

 

“Perfect,” Robert said. “It’s settled, then. A beach vacation to celebrate us—four years later, stronger than ever.”

 

Everyone cheered, the sound echoing through the house, excitement palpable as they began discussing dates, packing lists, and who would handle what. 

 

—–

-𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞- Bluey’s Room – 5𝐏𝐌-

 

Hades sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone, pretending very hard to be calm when Bluey stepped out of the closet.

 

“So… how do I look?” she asked.

 

Hades glanced up — and froze.

 

Bluey smirked. “Jaw dropping, right? So sexy, I know.”

 

She wasn’t lying.

 

The red dress hugged every curve, stopping dangerously mid-thigh. The back was completely bare except for a single strap around her neck. 

 

Black heels elongated her legs. Her hair, makeup, the red lipstick — everything screamed sin.

 

Hades stood up slowly, eyes devouring her. She instinctively took a step back until her spine hit the wall.

 

“Hades… calm down. I’m all dressed up. This is not the time to—”

 

He closed the distance and shut her up with a kiss, deep, hungry, possessive… smearing her red lipstick across both their mouths. 

 

Her breath hitched, fingers gripping his shirt for balance.

 

“Hades—” she whispered breathlessly.

 

“While we were dating back then…” he murmured, his lips brushing her cheek, then her jaw.

 

Bluey swallowed hard.

 

“Have we…” he continued, voice dropping, “….did I f+k you?”

 

Her mouth fell open. Eyes wide.

 

“Um… no, we didn’t.” She looked away, heat crawling up her neck. Her whole body felt like it was on fire because of that question.

 

“Really?” Hades slid a hand up her neck slowly ,agonizingly slow…. tracing down her collarbone, over her chest, down her stomach to her waist. “How come?”

 

“H-huh?” she squeaked.

 

“I find it hard to believe I didn’t f+k you,” he whispered into her ear, breath hot against her skin, “if you were always this hot.”

 

Bluey bit her lip, breathing shaky. He was turning her on so effortlessly she wanted to scream.

 

“We didn’t do it because you kept postponing it,” she admitted softly. “Although… we did other stuff.”

 

Hades’ eyes darkened.

 

“Other stuff?” he repeated, thumb brushing her lower lip, smearing what was left of her lipstick. “Like what, Bluey?”

 

She froze.

 

Is he seriously making her say it?

 

“Like…” she whispered, dying inside, “..you know…”

 

“No.” He leaned closer, lips against her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

 

Bluey’s knees nearly buckled.

 

Hades used his feet to move her feet apart from each other, her legs spread open.

 

He held her waist as his hand grazed the hem of her short gown, pulling it up. His palm, rubbing smoothly in between her thi&hs as her breathing turned ragged.

 

“Hades….wait…”The sound came out as a moan, he smirked.

 

He held both her wrists, pinning them above her head on the wall, his hand still in between her thighs. Her back pressed against the wall as he looked into her desire filled eyes.

 

His hand grazed up slowly till it touched her p@nt¡es.

 

“You’re soaking wet, baby.”Hades groaned into her ear as she shoot violently.

 

“Mi Ruina…..I like it…when you call me that.”Bluey admitted, biting her lips.

 

“You’re a very n@ughty girl.”He kissed her ear and she jerked violently as his fingers shoved her panties aside.

 

“F+k….yes…”Bluey moaned senselessly as his fingers rubbed her clit and slowly he inserted them into her tight cunt.

 

“Hades…”She shook violently as his thrusts became rougher.

 

“Mmm. Should I stop?”He asked, staring deep into her eyes.

 

“Fuck, don’t you dare!”She cried out. 

 

He released her hand and moved his other hand into her gown, cupping her b👀bs. She screamed the second his fingers met her nples, tweaking them harshly.

 

“Am I…being too rough?”He kissed her cheek.

 

“No….I like it like that..”She m0@ned, sweat forming on her body already.

 

Hades smashed his lips on hers and in a minute, her eyes rolled as an org@sm hit her.

 

She breathed out as he extracted his fingers from her c+nt, his palm drippy with her juices.

 

She fell weakly against his body and he chuckled, kissing her forehead as he scooped her in his arms.

 

“Time for another shower.”He said heading to the bathroom.

 

“I’m so tired..”She mumbled.

 

“Don’t sleep, we have and outing.”He scoffed.

 

“Why’d you do that then?”She pouted.

 

“Then why’d you s+duce me?”He winked, opening the bathroom door.

 

“You’re so….ughh.”

 

—–

-𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭- 𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐚- An Hour Later 

 

Hyce, Dawn, and Hugo were already at their table. Plates of steaming food sat in front of them, untouched because obviously they were waiting for everyone.

 

 The entire VIP section of the restaurant was empty except for them — a perk of Hades booking the whole place without blinking.

 

“What’s up my gees,” Trevor said, strolling in with Morgan, Hades, and Bluey trailing behind him.

 

Hyce looked up. “Well, well, the circus has arrived.”

 

Dawn’s eyes widened dramatically when she saw Bluey. “Look who’s finally here in person — the runaway princess.”

 

“C’mon, I didn’t run away,” Bluey laughed as she wrapped Dawn in a warm hug.

 

“You’re the same person who vanished for 3 years. You didn’t even attend my wedding,” Hugo added, giving her a mock glare.

 

“I’m sorry! Here’s a hug to make up for it,” Bluey said, pulling him into a big hug.

 

Hades suddenly cleared his throat loudly. “Excuse me…”

 

Hyce didn’t even look up from his drink. “Hades, nobody is stealing your girl.”

 

“I didn’t say anything,” Hades replied with a glare.

 

“Your ego said it,” Dawn muttered.

 

Bluey giggled as she slipped her hand into Hades’s.

 

“Where’s Sergio?” she asked, glancing around the table.

 

Hyce and Hugo exchanged looks.

 

“He said he wasn’t going to make it,” Trevor answered. “His brother is back.”

 

“Noah’s in Sweden? That punk didn’t tell me.” Bluey frowned.

 

Before Hugo could comment, a loud cheerful voice rang out by the entrance.

 

“We’re here!!” Natasha said, walking in with Gomez — who was holding her bag like a dutiful but dramatic bodyguard.

 

Morgan stood and bowed playfully. “Mrs. Hale… hello there.”

 

Natasha groaned. “And the teasing continues.”

 

Gomez placed her bag carefully on a chair, then opened his arms. “The king has arrived. You all may rejoice.”

 

 “Gomez, my guy! Look at you — professional bag handler now?”Hugo snorted.

 

 “What’s good, bro?”Trevor slapped his shoulder.

 

Hyce raised his glass lazily. “Gomez. Still whipped, I see.”

 

Gomez slid into his seat with the most unbothered smirk. “If being whipped means carrying the bag of the woman I love, then yes. Proudly. Passionately. Publicly.”

 

Hugo blinked. “Bro… that was poetic.”

 

Trevor added, “Too poetic… it’s making me uncomfortable.”

 

Hyce shook his head. “Man’s acting like he’s in a K-drama.”

 

Gomez flipped his imaginary long hair. “And winning.”

 

Natasha facepalmed. “Please don’t hype him. I beg.”

 

Trevor leaned in. “Nah, Natasha, let him cook. It’s hilarious.”

 

Hugo fist-bumped Gomez. “Welcome back, lover boy.”

 

Gomez grinned. “It’s good to be here with my people.”

 

*

 

They were already halfway through their food and drinks, plates half-empty, cutlery scattered, and everyone relaxed into the familiar chaotic rhythm of old memories.

 

“Goodness, I miss those days in MIA. It was fantastic!” Trevor laughed so hard he slipped off his chair and rolled on the floor dramatically.

 

“Stand up, Trevor. You’re embarrassing your ancestors,” Morgan said, tossing a napkin at him.

 

Right now, they were telling Hades everything that happened at MIA, since their parents had finally allowed the truth to be shared.

 

 Three whole years of secrets, drama, and stupidity spilled across the table like wine.

 

“But honestly, I never would’ve thought Bluey was the spy,” Hyce said between mouthfuls. “It was so random. This girl was a weak ass person.”

 

“I know right?” Morgan nodded. “Lucky you, Hyce, for knowing before the rest of us.”

 

“So, Bluey,” Gomez leaned forward, smirking. “Was Hades just part of your mission, or were you playing him at first?”

 

Bluey shrugged with a small smile.

 

 “Actually, he was supposed to be. The plan was to befriend him since he was a top student. That way, no one would get in my way. But then…” She paused, looking at Hades.

 

“But then?” Hades asked, eyebrow raised.

 

“We met before my first day in MIA and he fell in love with me. Call it fate,” Bluey said with a wink.

 

Trevor groaned loudly. “Ugh, romantic people. Get out.”

 

“So Bluey,” Dawn leaned her chin on her hand, “…what moment pissed you off the most with him back in the academy?”

 

“Oh that’s easy.” Bluey took a sip of her drink. 

 

“The day Morgan, Trevor, Gomez and Juniper were bullying me. You made me walk on glass. And this punk right here—” she pointed at Hades.

 

“—couldn’t even help me. God, I was so mad inwardly.”

 

Morgan slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god… Trevor, we were so cruel.”

 

“Oh you were,” Bluey nodded.

 

Hades blinked, confused. “And why didn’t I help her?”

 

Hyce stabbed a fry. “Cause you were an egoistic jerk.”

 

“And not only that,” Trevor added, raising his hand like he was confessing a crime, 

 

“He even told me to bully Bluey in front of him one time cause he didn’t care about her. Guy, you were a menace.”

 

“Hold on— I… did all that?” Hades asked, honestly horrified.

 

“Are you surprised?” Gomez said. “You even kill—”

 

Hugo immediately clamped his mouth shut and froze like a deer in headlights.

 

They all turned to him.

 

Hades blinked. “…I killed two guys? Bryan and Zayne?”

 

Gomez dropped his head. “You know?”

 

“Bluey told me,” Hades said quietly.

 

Natasha quickly grabbed her cup and drank like she was hydrating for survival.

 

Hugo sighed. “I’m sorry too… your sister…”

 

“It’s all in the past, Hades,” Natasha said softly. “No need to feel guilty.”

 

Hades swallowed, jaw clenched. “I feel really horrible right now.”

 

Natasha gasped dramatically. “He’s going to cry!”

 

“He’s going to cry!”

 

“He’s going to cry!”

 

“He’s going to cry!”

 

They all started echoing it in different tones like a choir of chaotic gremlins.

 

And Hades’s eyes actually watered.

 

“You guys are so mean right now,” he said wiping his face.

 

Bluey wrapped her arm around him. “Such a big baby.”

 

And they all burst out laughing.

 

“Hyce.”

 

The voice cut smoothly through their laughter like a blade.

 

Everyone turned.

 

A guy stood beside their VIP table, hands in his pockets, chin raised like he owned the room.

 

Hyce’s smile instantly dropped.

 

“Who are you?” Hyce asked coldly.

 

“I’m Jason.” The stranger smirked.

 

Hyce’s fists clenched under the table.

 

Morgan blinked. “Hyce, who’s this?”

 

Jason stepped closer.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’m Jason… Sergio’s lover.”

 

The entire table froze.

 

Trevor slammed his drink down. “Lover? Lover how?!”

 

Dawn raised her brow. “What is this man talking about, Hyce?”

 

Bluey leaned forward. “Hyce, did something happen?”

 

Hyce didn’t take his eyes off Jason.

“He’s just a bi+ch who’s all over my boyfriend. Nothing serious.”

 

“All over? Sweetheart, you talk like I forced him to indulge with me.”Jason scoffed.

 

Hyce stood. “Didn’t you?! You drugged him!”

 

Jason shrugged casually.

“And so what?” He rolled his eyes.

 

 “Anyway, let’s not drag this. I’m here because I’m really getting impatient. I want you to stay away from Sergio. He’s mine now.”

 

The table went silent.

 

Morgan slowly smiled… the dangerously sweet kind.

 

She picked up her table knife and twirled it between her fingers.

 

“Jason… right?” she said. “I think you’re confused about which world you just stepped into.”

 

Hugo leaned forward, voice calm but deadly.

“I’d advise you to leave for your own safety.”

 

Jason chuckled.

“Or what? What exactly would you all do?”

 

Dawn crossed her arms.

“You really… don’t want to find out.”

 

Gomez added softly,

“You should walk away while you still have a face.”

 

Hades gave him a bored stare.

“Honestly, leave. Before the ladies warm up.”

 

Jason scoffed loudly.

“These girls? Beat me up? You actually—”

 

He leaned closer to Hyce.

 

And Hyce looked at him.

 

Jason had pressed a gun to his side.

 

“Will you stay away… or rather die?” Jason whispered.

 

Bluey froze.

Morgan’s knife stopped spinning.

 

Jason smirked at the whole table.

“So? Any heroes here?”

 

Hyce opened his mouth, but Hades interrupted, voice steel.

 

“Are you threatening him?”

 

Jason laughed.

“I am. What are you going to do about it?”

 

“Girls.”Hades said lowly. 

 

That was all he said.

 

In the next second—

 

A violent CRACK echoed as Natasha smashed Jason’s head into the table from behind.

 

The table shook. 

 

Jason, dizzy and stunned, reached for his gun—but Morgan’s kick sent it skidding across the floor like trash.

 

Dawn grabbed him by the collar and yanked him away from the table, slamming him to the ground.

 

His whole body started shaking as he looked up at their faces, the wrong faces to provoke.

 

Hyce stood. Bluey looked at him.

 

“Hyce,” She said softly, but firmly. “Go to Sergio and fix your relationship. Now.”

 

Hyce nodded once, then walked out.

 

“Honestly… ten out of ten entertainment.” Trevor raised his glass.

 

“Ladies, please don’t let us stop you. Continue.”and 

 

Gomez leaned back, sipping his drink.

“Jason, buddy, we promise we won’t interfere.”

 

“As if he could even take one of them alone.”Hugo laughed.

 

Jason whimpered.

 

Bluey crouched in front of him and grabbed his hair, jerking his head up so he was forced to look her in the eyes.

 

Her smile was soft.

 

Her eyes were not.

 

“So tell me, Jason… who exactly did you think you were playing with?”

 

He tried to pull away.

 

Bluey didn’t move an inch.

 

“R–release me—”

 

She yanked his head back harder.

 

“You tried to ruin someone’s relationship, used drugs, threatened my friend, and pulled a gun on us… and you STILL think you’re walking out of here unscathed?”

 

Jason’s lips trembled.

 

He couldn’t speak.

 

Morgan knelt beside him, tapping his cheek.

Her voice dropped into a chilling whisper.

 

“Say something. We’re bored.”

 

Jason shook his head, terrified.

 

Bluey leaned closer, her smile widening.

 

“Good. Because now…”

 

She stood, cracking her knuckles.

 

“We’re done being nice.”

 

Bluey gripped Jason’s hair tighter, pulling his head back until his neck strained.

 

“L-let go—” Jason hit her stomach again, but Bluey didn’t even flinch.

 

Morgan cracked her neck, stepping forward. “My turn.”

 

Natasha lifted him by his collar with one hand… one hand…. and slammed him against the wall. 

 

 Jason wheezed, his knees buckling.

 

“You drugged someone,” Natasha hissed. “And thought that was cute?”

 

Morgan snatched a wine bottle from the table and smashed it beside his ear — not touching him, just close enough for the sound to rattle his bones. 

 

Jason screamed, flinching violently.

 

“Relax,” Morgan smiled sweetly. “If I wanted to hit your head, you’d already be bleeding on the carpet.”

 

Gomez whistled. “God, I love this entertainment.”

 

Jason tried to scramble away, but Bluey yanked him back by the shirt.

 

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked.

 

Then she kneed him in the stomach. Hard.

 

Jason collapsed, coughing. “Ple-please—”

 

“Shut up.” Morgan kicked his side.

 

Dawn leaned down, smiling like a demon. “You threatened Hyce with a gun? Wrong move.”

 

“Why didn’t you just leave!”A heavy slap from Natasha.

 

A punch from Dawn and a heavy hit with the broken bottle from Morgan.

 

Bluey bent down beside him, grabbed his chin, and forced him to look at her. 

 

“Listen very carefully…”

 

She slid the gun …his own gun — across the floor with her foot and picked it up.

 

“The next time,” She said softly, dragging her thumb over the trigger, “I see your face near Hyce… near Sergio… near any of us…”

 

She cocked the gun.

 

CLICK.

 

“I’ll kill you.”

 

Jason froze like a corpse.

 

“Run along, loser,” Morgan said, pointing at the exit. “Before we decide to break your bones just for fun.”

 

Jason scrambled so fast he tripped twice before sprinting out of the VIP room like the devil was chasing him.

 

Bluey dusted her hands dramatically.

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 “How’d you like that?” she asked the guys with a wink.

 

Hugo stood and clapped loudly. “Bravo! Bravo!”

 

Trevor whistled. “Oscar-winning performance.”

 

Gomez raised his glass. “We are so lucky to have such vicious women in our lives.”

 

Hades leaned back in his chair, smirking proudly as he looked at Bluey and the girls.

 

“We make a terrifying squad….cheers.”He said.

 

“Cheers…” They all echoed.

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