Page 121 of Wanted
“No warm welcome for your uncle?” Spencer said. His eyes gleamed in pride and fat egos. “I have something that was made for you lips, baby girl.”
My father didn’t even twitch at Spencer’s words. I didn’t like this at all. Before I could jump in and defend my sister’s honor, Kamila blurted out, “I don’t fuck family anymore. You’re four months late, bitch.”
Spencer snickered, making the hair on the back of my neck stand the fuck up. “Baby girl, if I wanted to fuck family, you’d just nod and give me head. Besides, I don’t fuck my brother’s leftovers.”
Oh, okay. So the cat was out of the bag. I asked, “What are you here for, Uncle?”
“It’s quite simple, really,” Spencer responded, sobering up. He straightened his back, leaning forward. “I want you out of here by tomorrow.”
“Excuse me?” Kamila instantly responded. Aram didn’t move. He didn’t say a word. I’d have celebrated my father’s speechlessness. But somehow, I wanted him to speak now. “This is our home. You’re just a visitor.”
Spencer’s grin returned. “Your father’s made a mess of the economy. He asked for my help. I practically own half the land already. What’s owning the rest? And I purchased it in cash. I didn’t use my name. I may not be their king, but they pay me nonetheless. I want the Wraith family out of here by tomorrow.”
“And who’s going to rule the land?” I asked. I wanted out of Katantia, but not like this. I didn’t like what Spencer’s statement meant for our people.
“Is that a rhetorical question, dear? I will, of course. I’m the money, and you’re the figureheads.”
Kamila and I glared at Aram. His silence frustrated me. I finally addressed my father. “What do you have to say about that? Do you agree?”
“I don’t agree, but we have to do what’s best for the country,” Aram replied timidly.
“Great. Now, go pack your bags. Book your flights. I know you both have bright futures ahead in the States.” Aram pushed his chair back, and the squeaking noise hurt my ears. “Get out.”
“What about Aris?” Kamila asked before I could.
“What about him?” Spencer countered.
“My brother’s still in the hospital. He can’t leave right now. His condition is critical,” my sister explained.
“Your brother stays here. Valentina can stay as well. She’s a pretty decent girl, I’d say. Don’t you agree?” Spencer asked Aram.
My father nodded. “Indeed.”
“Sorry?” Kamila asked.
“Your father showed me his sex tape with the girl. It was quite an interesting sight. Haven’t you seen it? I showed it to Aris when he came to visit me. He looked appalled. As if he never fucked his wife bloody. Oh well. What a waste of space that man is.” I attempted to get up from my chair and show Spencer exactly what type of man my brother was, but my sister stopped me. She grabbed my arm, holding me back. I took deep breaths. My father had never fucked Valentina. That was a blatant lie! My brother would’ve entrusted me with that information.
“Juicy holes. She’s got a nice pair of them. Her mouth needs to be zipped shut, but other than that, we’ll get along just fine.”
“Don’t talk about her that way!” Kamila thundered.
Spencer added, “I will talk about your favorite cockroach however I see fit. Along with your departure, I’ll grant the families with children a flight outside of Katantia. I’ve booked aircrafts for them. There are ten destinations. They can pick where they want to go. They won’t be coming back. I’ll tear down all the unnecessary suburban trash, and I’ll make more sex stores. International franchises are next. I hear Amsterdam would love a Hole Store of their own—”
“You can’t just kick Katantians out of their country,” I argued.
“I can. This is my property,” Spencer stated.
Kamila dug her nails into my arm. “But—”
I heard a commotion from outside. Yelling and shouting that kept coming closer. My sister ignored it, and the men on the other end of the table did the same. Then the door flew open, and Travis burst in. “We have to evacuate. There’s an earthquake coming.”
ALEX
I watched Kamila walk away. She held on to her brother, who had promised to keep her safe. It wasn’t enough. I offered to join them, but I’d been held back. This was a family matter, and Travis had stressed that.
Upon re-entering my wife’s home, I smelled her everywhere. She’d removed the scented shampoos upon our arrival, but I could still feel the blackberries invade my nostrils. When Kamila showed us her home, I finally peeked behind the curtain of her secrets.
She didn’t allow anyone to touch her stuff and clean it for her when I’d thought that she employed staff for housekeeping purposes. Images of her family were sprawled across her living room. Her mom was in almost every frame. Apart from the red hair, Kamila resembled her mother the most. She was the spitting image of the queen’s grace and beauty.
