Too late to return

Hades' POV

"I do not have a phone with me," he slowly said, "and I'm not sure if Papa would have returned. He should find me on time."

"Oh, trying to play smart, ain't?" I asked and we all scoffed, except for the little boy.

"No. If you have a phone, we can call her and I'd speak with her." He said and I signaled to one of my men to bring his cell phone. If I called with my line, she'd know it's me since she saved my number already.

"The number is..." He said but I interrupted, "I know it offhand. Just stay put and speak to her. Ensure you convince her to come here. If not, you won't be leaving. I hope you're aware." I said and guffawed. Then, I typed her number from my phone to one of my men's, and it began to ring.

"Hi, mum," the little boy said.

"Cutie, where are you?! I've been searching for you. Where the hell are you?!" She screamed in angst.

"An hideout I think. But here's so secretive, you can't reach me. They required you to come over here before I am released."

"Come over? I