Olivia - Destined to destroy

Olivia - Destined to destroy
"I know why Jack called me Helen of Troy. Men fought wars over her extraordinary beauty after she was kidnapped. She's a troublemaker. Like me. Why did you call me Persephone instead?" I ventured, my curiosity getting the better of me, as I looked for more reasons to believe I mattered to him.

"In Greek mythology, Hades is the God of the underworld. Persephone is —"

"His wife," I said, blushing furiously as the obvious dawned on me.

This time he let me bury my face in his chest. The warmth of his body heat, even through his suit, soothed me.

"I know my Greek mythology, Harmon. Why do you liken yourself to the God of Death?" I forged on, bravely daring to ask the questions he said I was now allowed to.

"Daddy was more than just a killer. I was a tormentor, Olivia. Destined to destroy. Kill. Bring down empires and rival crime syndicates. I was evil incarnate. Not just Marino's underboss. He was grooming me to take over. Despite raising JR to be his successor, he plucked me from a crowd and turned me into a mafia prince. We had a sick devotion to each other. I would've done anything for him. It wouldn't surprise me if the delusional fuck still thought I was coming home to succeed him," Harmon said, the words tumbling out of him all at once.

He took a deep breath as I let this new information sink in.

"So why'd you leave?" I asked in a small voice, slicing through the tension in the room as he held his breath, awaiting my reaction.

"Truth?" he asked, gently easing me off his lap and rising to his feet. .

Before I could make my disapproval known, he reached for me. He picked me bridal style. When he started walking, I didn't question it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head down on his shoulder.

"Truth," I said, yawning as my eyelids closed and I tried to force my tired brain to pay attention.

"My baby sister kept following me to dangerous places. Looking at me with so much expectation and admiration. It was just a matter of time before Marino discovered you. I knew I had to let go of one of my families to keep the other safe. I may have met Will first, but it's you that made me leave being Marino's executioner behind. You made me want a chance at reclaiming my humanity, Olivia," he said, setting me down on a cool surface.

If I was tired before, his declaration had me wide awake once more. I watched him with child-like wonder, hearts in my eyes just like when we met for the first time. The hearts remained through the years. When I turned fifteen, I started thinking of ways to impress him. Including following him around everywhere.

"Daddy's more of a Zeus than a Hades," I said, watching him reluctantly withdraw his body from mine. "A protector. God of gods. At least to me."

He didn't say anything, but a crooked grin appeared on his face before his hands were back on my body.

I had to be dressed professionally as I had no idea how to put the kimono on. He knew exactly what he was doing as he manipulated the many layers to do his bidding. Didn't struggle to take it off like I knew I would have.

"What?" he asked, as he discarded the undergarments and kimono on the floor.

He walked to the shower to turn the jets on while he awaited my response.

"How many of these have you taken off anyway?" I asked with a raised eyebrow when he returned to my place on the bathroom's countertop.

"It no longer matters. I'll only ever take clothing off one woman to care for her after sex. Daddy's been a dick the last two days. Let me be nice to you now," he said, taking a step back as he stripped for me.

His movements were delicate. Slow. Seductive as he popped buttons and peeled cloth off his body. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"Hope you like looking. That's all you're going to be doing for the rest of the night. Daddy's baby girl needs her rest tonight. We're telling our brother you're going to be my lifelong, perfect whore tomorrow," he said, somehow shocking me one more time with his wording.

My brain checked out. Too entranced by the ripples of muscle being unveiled to me. It wasn't like I hadn't seen it all before, but now he was mine. He wouldn't say stop or pull away anymore.

"Close your mouth or I'll consider it an invitation to put my dick in it, Olive," he said, closing in on me once he was stark naked.

The breath hitched in my throat as he gathered me up in his arms and lifted me off the cool surface.

"You're giving me mixed signals here," I said, locking eyes with him as he walked us to the shower.

"Keep your legs closed and your mouth shut, Olive. My woman just said I have ten years to make up for. Don't test my patience," he warned me, making me giggle despite the stoicism in his voice.

"I was twelve, Harmon. You couldn't have—"

"You're not twelve now," he said, I rumble in his voice as he set me down on my feet and took my hand, leading me into the shower.

My fingers traced an ugly blue and purple bruise covering a large part of his back as I followed him into the shower. I gasped and whimpered as I took it in.

"What the fuck, Harmon? You're hurt. Why didn't you say something when the doctor was giving me stitches? How didn't I see it before? When did you—" I panicked, unable to stop staring and tracing the bruise.

"Touching stings and not in the fun way," he said, turning around to face me and pull me into the water.

Of course. He got it while killing a man for me. When the fuck did you think he got it, Olivia?