Page 101 of Wanted
“Really, Kamila?” His chin quivered. “I’m the only one out of all of you who keeps visiting her. I’m here every week while all of you go about your days! I think of them every second of every day. When I’m not thinking about your brother marrying my teenage daughter, I think of them. They should be here. Don’t you think I know that you ungrateful…”
The rest of his sentence got lost in the night. I took a couple of steps away from him. I didn’t recognize Travis. He used to be my comfort in all of this. Now, I couldn’t shake the image of blood on his hands. It was overflowing.
“Stay away from me,” I warned him.
“Please, tell my daughter to come back to the palace,” he begged me.
I shook my head. “It’s not my fault that you fucked up your relationship with your daughter. She’s as tired of you as I am. We’re done with your empty promises.”
Heat covered my body inside and out. My temperature rose. I couldn’t stay here for much longer. I never came here because I had other ways of remembering my mother. I had spent years thinking that I’d driven her to this point.
I’d thought she killed herself because of me, my failures as her daughter.
Finding out that it had all been in my head, I realized that there were some mistakes you couldn’t escape from. Valentina was his daughter, and she was aware that her father wasn’t a white knight. But it wasn’t her fault that her father killed mothers. She had nothing to do with the fact that Felicita and Aram fucked.
That was all Travis’s and Aram’s work.
I hadn’t driven my mother to suicide. Knowing that, I finally jumped off the cliff. I could leave my past behind.
“You need to leave Katantia,” Travis said as I walked away from him.
Without a response, I hurried back home.
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“Where have you been.” It wasn’t a question. The accusation in Fylox’s hung heavy. I’d felt his shadow in my veins as I tiptoed around the road earlier, but he’d never shown himself.
“It’s none of your business.” Citrus invaded my senses, making me dizzy. I didn’t want to see his face. I had one less burden to carry tonight, and I wanted it to stay that way. I could resume my guilt trip tomorrow. “Can I please take a shower now?”
Fylox stood there, blocking my entrance. I had climbed over the fence to go to the graveyard and back. Upon my return, I’d landed on mud because my conversation with Travis flustered me. I had to get the dirt off of my skin. It tickled me in the worst way.Lick it up, cunt. Don’t be shy.
“Take off your clothes.”
“I’m not in the mood. Everyone’s asleep. Let it go,” I muttered, trying to push past him. There was no use. I didn’t have it in my core to hurt Fylox physically, so I didn’t give it my all.You know you like it dirty. I see how you keep your house. You sent away all the housekeepers so that you can get on your knees and lick your floors clean. Well, lick her asshole. Do it. Now.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” His stern voice made me roll my eyes. He didn’t even ask where I’d been… He probably knew that already—stalker much. I never heard him, but I knew he was lurking around me, watching me.
“What are you going to, Fylox? What are you going to do that’s worse than what I’ve already been through?” The words flowed out of my mouth without any remorse whatsoever. A second later, the guilt kicked in, and I began breathing hard.Pee in her mouth. There you go. Make that filthy princess gag on your pee, slut. Perfect. Don’t worry about her, slut. The Princess of Katantia won’t die gagging on your pee. She’s just a little OCD. That’s all.
Fylox shoved me out of the way, leaving me speechless in front of the bathroom. He descended the stairs, and I found myself studying him from afar. What had crawled up his ass? The king was gone for the night, partying at some grandpa’s birthday party. I wouldn’t have left the house otherwise.
I could take my shower and go to bed. Alex was in bed, sleeping heavily. The bed felt different when he was in it. Normalcy with a giant could be the title of my new book.
Curiosity had killed the cat, but I was no kitty. I bit my tongue, mud and messy hair be damned. Picking up my pace, I followed Fylox down the stairs. The front door was shut, so I made my way to the living room. He wasn’t there, but he’d left the back door wide open, letting the cold into my house.
I shook my head, following his footsteps. Gently, I shut the door behind me.
Smear it all over her skin, yes. Wonderful. Look at the mess you made, my little slut. She’s in absolute shock. Now, she’ll keep her mouth shut for a week. Thank you, little slut. Go back to your daddy now and tell him that the deal is on. He can have the kids in the…
Fylox stood by the spot that I had climbed to leave the property. I stomped over there, already over this but curious as to what he would come up with. A lecture in the middle of the night was something only he could do.
“Take off your clothes.”
“You said so before, and I told you I wanted to take a shower. Do you see a shower anywhere? I don’t,” I responded, gesturing at the innocent trees that surrounded us. These beings had seen me in my worst of times. They housed all of my secrets.Let them all see what a mess you are, cunt. Parade yourself in front of my colleagues with your legs spread and your tits bare. No privacy for you. They all get to see the dirty cunt of their princess. They pay for it, after all. And then, they’ll come inside your holes. All ten of them.
Fylox crouched down, and I followed his movements with my eyes. His bleach blond hair was bright in the night while the rest of his body was hidden beneath a dark hoodie paired with black sweatpants. The guys didn’t wear anything else around me these days, and I started to get used to all the dick prints. They weren’t even special anymore. I could do without a glimpse.
He dipped his hand into the mud, and I gasped. Why would he do that voluntarily? We didn’t do such things. I took a step back from him. He dug into the dirt with his hand, getting all types of dirty. When he rose from his crouch, I distanced myself some more.
