Richer Than God by Amelia Wilde

Author:Amelia Wilde [Wilde, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-27T18:30:00+00:00

13

Zeus

The police station makes me feel vaguely ill. Oh, they’ve done their best to dress it up. Some modern architect came in a few years back, razed the original structure to the ground, and replaced it with a multilevel monstrosity that’s pretending to be a sunlit homage to the concept of putting people behind bars.

In my opinion, it’s better to kill a person.

The last time I was here, they brought me through the back in handcuffs. The architect thought of everything. Of course, they couldn’t just do away with the county jail. It’s simply hidden now, where it doesn’t detract from the shining justice displayed up front. I check myself in the reflection. I look utterly calm, bordering on pleased. They’ll never know how badly I want to destroy the bulletproof glass with bare hands and burn whatever’s left when I’m finished.

I’ve never been fond of police. My brother, Hades, knew that when he brought an oversized SWAT team with him to Olympus. The smirk on that motherfucker’s face still makes me want to kill him. But it was the furious grief the second time he visited that sliced into me. Razor-sharp jealousy cut up everything in its path. He owes me, but he would never admit it. Our young adulthood was not nearly as straightforward as he thinks it was.

And as for his little police raid—such retaliation. All I did was briefly take possession of his favorite new toy. She would have had a perfectly nice time. He never listens to me when I’m telling him he’s made a mistake.

Fucker.

I’ve been staring at my own reflection too long, so I pretend to take a call then go in the door with confidence. The woman at the desk stares, blushing, and waves me through. The chief of police has his office at the top of the building, up a flight of stairs and across a bullpen of people at desks. I get a lot of wide-eyed looks. It’s like they’ve never seen a quality suit before. Judging by their uniforms, they haven’t.

Xavier Morris wants me to see him behind his desk, so he stays seated for far longer than is polite. For the moment, we’re on relatively even footing. He could make my life difficult, if he wanted. He’s in his forties and graying, though he’s managed to avoid the paunch so many of his fellow officers seem to attract. He’s miscalculated, however, because staying in his chair means I get to loom over him. Which I do. Mine is the harder grip when we shake hands. I’m still taller, even sitting, and he hates it.

“Zeus.” Morris puffs up his chest, folding his hands on the desk. “I hope you’re here with an invitation.”

I pat my pockets and come up with a neatly folded stack of bills. “Is this the one you were looking for?”

“Ah, yes.” He sweeps his hand over the money and stuffs it in a pocket. The man is corrupt as fuck. It’s why it was so

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