Chapter Eighteen.

"Fuck!" He hissed, clutching onto his head which was pounding as hell. Memories of what had happened came drawing down to his head.

He cursed again, suddenly aware of his environment, he roamed his stare around before he huffed out a sigh.

But how did he get here?

Ares is on the bed of his penthouse. He could remember vividly that yesterday he was almost abducted and with no doubt, he's sure it has everything to do with Cristian DuPont.

The door creaked open, cutting short his thought Session. His gaze moved to the place. Henry slipped in taking step by step till he was by Ares' side.

"Good Evening Master"

Ares ignored instead asking him, "How long have I been out?"

"A month"

Ares' eyes widened as the bees hit him like a wave of nostalgia, "What!"

Henry nods. "Yes, Master."

"How?"

"Cristian had his goons sent to you after that party. One of them managed to hit you with a rod and that's when you passed out. Our men got to them before they could take you with them," Henry explained.

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