Gods of Wrath: A Superhero Adventure (The Pantheon Saga Book 4) by C.C. Ekeke

Author:C.C. Ekeke [Ekeke, C.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ShatterHouse Press
Published: 2019-11-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 33

Three days in a cell wearing power restraints hadn’t broken Greyson. But it had given him too much time to reminisce over past mistakes.

Disappointment saturated his soul over not killing Diablo.

Grief seeped in when seeing Connie again. Regret rocked him over what Big Izzy had become…

Those old stories bubbled and wracked Greyson with frequent, uninvited sobs. By the time two of Delgado’s heavies came for him, he was emotionally drained.

The march through dank tunnels was silent, punctuated by their footsteps. Greyson remained blank-faced, chin held high, wondering what macabre demise Delgado had planned.

On the elevator ride up several stories, the guards looked trepid despite Greyson’s restraints.

Once it stopped, he was escorted to some spacious throne room of tacky splendors. Gold lined the chairs and tables. Arabesque patterned rugs were woven from the finest materials.

In the chamber’s rear, Delgado lounged on a gold throne dressed in white like a holy man.

Greyson swallowed a chortle, half-surprised some scantily-clad wench wasn’t feeding Delgado grapes.

The cartel leader’s children flanked the throne. Cristóbal donned a crisp suit, annoyingly handsome. Yet he appeared rather pale and wobbly.

Dayanara chose a black pantsuit apt for a funeral, glossy hair piled atop her head. Her lovely face soured when seeing Greyson. Hernando dressed like he’d rolled out of bed. While the twins glared, Hernando expressed sorrow. Several guards encircled Delgado, clutching their guns like security blankets.

Greyson was flattered. Rikki informed them well.

Rikki stood smugly nearby in travel-worn fatigues and tactical gear. Hate flooded Greyson’s veins, but he ignored the traitorous bitch and focused on Delgado.

Greyson kept a calm exterior, besides his cuffed hands shaking. This gaudy chamber might become his grave.

Delgado sat up. “You failed, Hirsch. Ms. Leung had the courage to fix your mess.”

Greyson cleared his throat, pushing down the swirl of rage. “I didn’t fail,” he replied. “I defeated Diablo and injured him. I just need to finish him.”

Rikki snorted. Dayanara guffawed, but quieted after a warning look from her father.

Delgado stood. “If you had Diablo, I’d be smiling down at that glowing payaso’s corpse.” The cartel leader cocked his head, never raising his voice. “Is he dead?”

Greyson shrank from the rebuke. “No.”

“Am I smiling?”

Again, Greyson’s quiver was empty. “No.”

“And now,” Delgado continued. “American supers are hunting you in my territory.”

Rikki told them. “They’re a group of heroes,” Greyson replied through gritted teeth. “A formidable group I can handle if you release me.”

Cristóbal perked up at Greyson’s description. As expected…

“Like you handled Diablo?” Rikki retorted. Her laughter dripped with disdain.

Greyson moved from Rikki’s mockery to Delgado’s giggling children, lost. “What?” he demanded.

Delgado glared so intensely that Greyson instinctively glanced away. “If Diablo is so injured,” Delgado countered. “Who was blasting our Cuidades plant out of commission this morning?”

Greyson heart plummeted. How the hell…? “I don’t know. Diablo must heal fast.”

“He’s lying!” Dayanara pointed an accusing finger.

“Hirsch knows nothing.” Rikki turned to Delgado imploringly. “Let me kill him, then Diablo.”

Her nasally voice set Greyson off. “Why should anyone trust you?” he roared.

Delgado’s men cocked their guns. He didn’t care.

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