Apollo nods, looking at Namakaeha, “Sir, you’re right. Damn it.”
Ares points toward the stairwell, “We know who the bastard is. We don’t know his name. But we'll know soon."
“That asshole,” Atlas clenched both of his fists. The way he was staring at her with lust. Not to mention that smug ass smirk he gave us, and f*****g winked at us.”
“Now she has spent the night with his ass. The pain we felt last night.” Apollo looks between Ares and Atlas. "His ass must be a minute man since the pain didn’t last long."
Kaimana enters the room, looking at the triplets, “Who's a minute man?"
The triplets walked around her, looking her up and down. “That jerk you were with all night.” Ares leaned back, looking at Kaimana dressed in purple scrunch-bum leggings and a sports bra.
She touches her
