Page 124 of Wanted
Jordan flared his nostrils at me. He clenched his fists. His patience was running thin.
“She won’t die, Jordan.” I went on, “She’ll become the Queen of Katantia.”
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Jordan and his men took care of Alex. He’d hate me for this, but it had to be done. He couldn’t be here. He’d distract the red siren, and they’d leave the island together.
That wasn’t going to happen. Not if I could help it.
I wasn’t invincible, but unlike the group of five men that Jordan ordered to accompany me, I didn’t wear a bulletproof vest.
A blaring alarm rang throughout all of Katantia, warning the citizens to take shelter. The palace streets were empty now after Jordan’s convoy escorted an unconscious Alex toward the airport. The private jet was fully fueled and ready to take off.
With Jordan’s men as my shadow, I snuck into the palace from the staff’s entrance. Murmurs and anxiety-inducing cries intruded on my concentration. The usually chirp staff with Katantian emblems across their chests ran around the halls, seeking shelter.
I couldn’t bear the stress in the air. It tasted abhorrently on my tongue, and it made me gag.
It was an earthquake. These people were running around like they were about to be hosed down with gasoline and set on fire.
Rolling my eyes, we sauntered further into the palace. The staff didn’t mind us, but once the guards noticed that we were in their territory, they didn’t appreciate it.
I didn’t carry a gun today. I had my knives with me, so I let Jordan’s men do the heavy lifting.
The bloodbath began before I even lifted a finger. Lovely. The local guards were shitty employees with zero background references other than their endless love for Katantia. Death to them, it was, and I enjoyed hearing their final yelps. I memorized their cries of pain, and I played them on repeat.
“Where are we headed?” one of Jordan’s men asked.
“We have to find the queen.”
“Queen, sir?”
“The Queen of Katantia. She’s waiting for us to save her. She’s a delicate woman that only I am allowed to hurt. If anyone else lays a finger on her, I cut it off, and I feed them their finger until they choke to death.”
Unfortunately, I didn’t put a tracker on my queen. It could’ve prevented this scenario: six floors and countless rooms to search. We should’ve stayed outside. A magnitude 5 earthquake was upon us. I’d never experienced an earthquake, and I had few qualms about it.
The men that followed me around had panicked faces that annoyed me. Finding Kamila was of uttermost importance.
Scattering across the palace, we searched for Kamila and the men she was with. On the fifth floor, I swept through the room in which they were supposed to have dinner. I could smell her presence in the air, but it was merely an afterthought. There was no trace of my queen.
They were nowhere to be found.
KAMILA
I couldn’t see a thing.
Travis had rushed us into a hidden safe room behind my father’s office. I’d heard rumors of these rooms, but I had never believed they existed. It wasn’t a tidy and spacious room like the one in Alex’s home.
I almost felt my father’s breath on my skin.
The older Wraith brothers, my brother, Travis, and I were squeezed into fifty square feet with no windows or any source of light.
“What are we doing here?” Spencer asked. “I demand to be taken to my hotel.”
“You can’t go anywhere. We must stay inside until the earthquake stops,” Travis insisted. He remained by the door. From the outside, you couldn’t see it. I’d knelt by this bookshelf for years. I’d never touched it. My father wouldn’t have let me read his books anyway, so I didn’t bother investigating his belongings.
“And where is that earthquake? Or is it all a trick to get us in here?” Spencer asked. He sounded just like my great-grandfather, entitled and annoying. I wished that he’d zip it.
Wherever you go. Whatever you do. Once you’ve been fucked by this cock, you’ll never want another. Slurp it down. Drown in my come, cunt. Perfect. Now, let me fasten this new toy I’ve been sent to your wet cunt. I don’t care that it turns your “private parts” into a puddle. When sex toy makers send me the wands, I have to test them. What sort of a king would I be if I rudely refused my citizens’ gifts?
