Owned By a Greek god

**** JASON P. O. V ****

I slowly got up and walked out of the room to the bathroom to wash my face, which was all messed up. Even without seeing my face, he could tell I looked terrible.

When I went to the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I let out a sigh and turned on the tap to wash my face. I washed my face and lifted my head to take another look at myself.

“Much better.” As I came out of the bathroom, I mumbled something, and right then my phone started to ring.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Who the hell is that?” I said it out loud as I reached for my phone. I looked at it for a while and realized it wasn’t a saved number.

I answered the call and waited for the other person to talk. Then I saw that it was a woman. Much better!

# Hello

# Hi

# Does Jason Emerson know me?

# You aren’t mistaken. Why are you coming to me? Getting another drink by walking to the bar

# Oh my god, is that you?

#… looks disgustedly at the phone

# I’m sorry, I was just really happy. I called to tell you that Ryan just came into our hospital with a cut on his hand.

# What?? threw up his drink.

#Yes, when I saw him, I was scared too. You should go to the Butterhills Hospital.

# I am on my way. Thank you.

I hung up the phone and at first didn’t know what to do. I called Ryan and ran into my room to get ready.

# Hi, Little Brother.

# Ryan, where are you?

# Oh, come on, where else but at the funeral?

# Don’t tell me a lie! The hospital is where you are.

# What gave you that idea?

# It doesn’t matter, who hurt you? Who gave you a cut on your arm? In anger

# Don’t worry, Jason, it’s just a scratch. I’ll be fine.

Don’t lie to me, Ryan. If it was just a scratch, you would have said you were at the funeral when you weren’t.

#All right, I got shot, and I’m in the hospital.

# Shot?? Where? Leaving the compound in a dangerous way

# At the funeral, something went wrong.

# Oh my God. Where is Melina? What about Melina? Asks with a lot of fear

# Don’t worry, Jason. Once they finish stitching me up, I’ll go home and tell you everything.

#That can’t be true, because I’m already on my way to the hospital. And you’re going to tell me everything that happened. It’s been a long time since I killed someone.

# Jason…

I hung up and threw my phone on the car seat. I then sped up and drove recklessly, crashing into bumps and potholes. I didn’t care at all.

All I could think about was getting to Ryan, figuring out who shot him, and finding out what happened to Melina. After that, I’ll be able to relax.

I drove to the hospital and left the car there. I dropped to the ground and ran to the hospital.

“Hey, here you are. It was me who made the call.” A lady said walking to me.

“Where’s he?” I asked with anger.

“Ward 9.” She said, “Run to the ward,” and pointed to it. When I opened the door, I saw a white bandage wrapped around Ryan’s arm.

“You just won’t give up, Jason. I’m fine, as I told you.” He said it with his head shaking. When I got close to him, I looked at his hand.

“What happened?” I asked with my teeth clenched.

“Jason…” He made the call.

“Who did it!” I yelled.

“I’m not sure. They were wearing masks.” He said something, and I furrowed my brows to try to figure out what he meant.

“They?? Masks? Why is that, and what really happened?” I told him I was sitting on the bed and looking at him.

“There was an attack at the funeral, and I didn’t hide very well, so I got shot.” He said sighing.

“Assault at a funeral? Someone planned for that to happen.” I said and he nodded.

“Then, just when I thought it was over, it looked like two people had planned two attacks.” He said.

“What? Why? What for?” I asked him, and he looked at me as he let out a breath.

“I have a good idea of where Melina is.” Someone said barging in. When I looked back, Nina and Harrison were quickly coming in.

“What? Where is Melina? Melina is not here. What went wrong with her?” I asked looking at Ryan.

“Should we ask you?” Harrison said something, and I got mad and stood up to grab his shirt.

“Don’t even think for a second that I would hurt Melina.” I said in rage.

“The attacks were planned for Melina, Jason. Melina had Been kidnapped.” Ryan said, “Let go of Harrison,” and I did.

“What?? Who would want to take Melina away? She doesn’t know anyone here.” I said.

“She knows you, though. When it has to do with you, anything could happen.” Nina said it, and I got mad at her.

“Yes, but what do you mean?” As I got close to her, I asked.

“Jason.” When Ryan called, I had to stop.

“Because you like Gracie, Jason, you just let all the people in town who hate you the most loose. They would do anything to make you hurt, and they know that the only way to get to you is to get to Melina, who you care about. You care, and here you are.” She told me, and as I moved back, I thought about what she said.

“Ryan, I’m the reason. Melina is in danger because of me.” I told him what I was going to say, and he shook his head.

“Yes you are. I regret her meeting you.” Harrison said in a mad tone.

“Jason don’t listen to him okay? You did the right thing, and you’ll do it again, when you stood back and let us save Melina.” He said.

“You think I’ll just let you do whatever you want when I’m the one putting her in danger? You know I’m not able to do that.” He sighed after I said it.

“Fine. What do you have, Nina?” When Ryan asked, everyone looked at her.

**** MELINA P. O. V ****

When someone took the blindfold off my face, I could smell fresh air for the first time since I was taken.

I looked around for a few seconds before I could see better, and when I could, I saw a man sitting right in front of me. Then I realized I was still in the van and we were still moving.

“Hold up the van! What do you do! Tell me what you want!” I yelled and tried to get up, but my hands were tied behind my back.

“Hi Melina.” The guy said smiling.

“What do you do?” I tried to be calm and asked.

“The love of the great Jason.” He went on, and I raised my eyebrows.

“Okay you are crazy. If you brought me here so I could talk to Jason, you’re wrong. Jason has no feelings for anyone.” I lied. I knew he liked me and cared about his family.

“The last time I checked, he stopped being mean when you came into his life. You gave him a heart, right?” When he asked, I gulped hard.

I asked, “What do you want from him?”

“To make sure he gets what’s coming to him.” He said with anger.

I asked, “Which is?”

“To see him cry and be sad about his family.” He said and I nodded.

“Now I Understand. I get that Jason killed someone you cared about. But he isn’t that person anymore; he has Changed.” I said.

“Shut up!! I thought you said he didn’t care about anyone, so why are you defending him?” He asked.

“I just thought you shouldn’t go too far,” she said. I said.

“What Jason did to me was not out of the ordinary. He made my fiancee his slave, f**ked her, and fed her to his men, who also f**ked her. I couldn’t do anything about it.” He said with anger.

“One of the maids was your girlfriend?” I asked.

“Be quiet and let me talk.” He snarled, and I gave a hard nod and swallowed hard.

“And when she wanted her life back, she wanted to be free. He f**king killed her.” He said it, and I turned my eyes in.

“He killed her. You date Sara, right? I meant fiancee.” I asked.

“I thought you were smarter than you are.” He said this while leaning back.

“Oh my God, I swear I tried to stop her and gave her a warning, but she didn’t listen. If she had been a bit more patient, she would have been free by now.” I said.

“Really? Are you sure? Because I know that if that thing had happened and neither you nor Clara had been shot, none of this letting go and freedom would have happened.” He said it, and I choked again because I knew he was telling the truth.

“You chose the wrong person. Jason and I don’t go out together.” I said.

“You love each other, though. I want him to go through the same things I am going through right now. So it’s easy: I just kill you like he killed Sara, and life goes on.” He said, “Get a gun,” and I got cold.

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