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Ch. 13

As you can probably tell from what you're about to read, Herc's favorite cuss word is fuck.

I have somewhat of an idea what I'm doing.

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Hercules POV

Me, John, and Laf had finally gotten Alex to go to sleep. The moment his head hit the pillow he was out like a fucking light. Laf and John convinced me that we should leave the tent, as to not disturb Alex in any way.

Being the damn shitheads we are, we decided to spy on The Asher. We didn't actually know her name yet, so that's what we called her.

We knew Washington was out at a meeting that night, leaving Burr in charge. Yeah, that fucking sucked.

When we got there we saw her writing what looked like a letter. She was reading it out loud as she wrote. What a great fucking spy.

Dear Eliza,

Ever since I became your friend I thought something new had come into my life, something good. You'll never find anyone as trusting or as kind as you. The moment we met I wanted to tell you this, but saw you looking helplessly into Alexander's eyes, and didn't want you thinking any differently of him or me. I know that I will always be there for you, but I have kept a secret from you.

My dear Eliza, I am so sorry for keeping this from you.

You are always asking what my full name is. I never wanted to tell you because I'm his sister. My full name is Ashley Hamilton.

I understand if you no longer want me to be the Maid Of Honor, all I ask is that you don't tell him you know. He will worry about me causing me to worry about his which is bad for both of us.

I'm so sorry for not telling you earlier.

With Regrets, Ash

What the fuck?

This was the famous Ashley Hamilton?

One night Alex had gotten drunk and rambled on about her. The next day when we asked, he started crying. That was the only time we ever saw him cry.

All the sudden I heard a crack from behind me. I turned around to see John frozen on his back with a foot on his chest and a gun aimed at his head, and Laf squatting with a knife on his neck. The captor spoke quietly, but I could sense the danger.

"I'm pretty sure you heard all that, so keep your fucking pie holes shut about it. I don't wanna have to kill Alex's only friends."

"Okay, okay. We promise to keep quiet about it." I said, raising my hands in surrender.

"Good. 'Cause if you talk, I will haunt you down and kill you one by one. Now, who wants some tea?"

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