Page 133 of Wanted
“Do you promise to turn this country into a better version of itself?” I asked Kamila while I attempted to feed Aram more of his own flesh.
“Y-yes.”
“If anyone tries to harm you, who will protect you?”
“Y-you will,” she mumbled.
“Are you going to call Alex?” Aram Wraith’s mouth was full of his own ego. There wasn’t any space left, but I pushed the final piece of his dick between his lips. His eyes rolled back as he choked on his doom.
“I will.” She hiccupped. “Make it stop. Please. I-I can’t see no more…”
What my queen wants, that’s what my queen gets.
“Once upon a time, I wanted Kamila Ruby Wraith dead. She isn’t to blame, though. You are. See you in hell, fucker.”
I cut Aram Wraith’s jugular. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. He bled out in front of me, and he probably didn’t go to heaven.
Removing myself from the corpse, I was dripping in his blood. Kamila couldn’t look at me, and I couldn’t stomach myself either. The high of the kill had passed. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“To your left,” Kamila said. She showed me the way. “I’ll fix you some clothes.”
I entered the bathroom, flipping the lights on. The surfaces were clean, but Aram’s scent lurked in the air. First, I had to clean up.
“Fylox?” Kamila was still at the door while I tested the water in the shower.
“Yeah?”
“Well done.”
That was all the confirmation I needed.
KAMILA
Aram Wraith was dead.
Just breathe, sweetie. I’m so proud of you.
My mother may rest in peace now. I’d watched him intake his last breath, and I’d shivered at the sight. It filled Fylox with satisfaction, but it made me hyperventilate. I’d dreamed about the end of Aram, but it hadn’t been such a gory event in my mind.
Having spent half my life in this office, I knew where Aram stashed his emergency clothes. I rummaged through the cupboards behind his desk, past the sex toys and various thongs. I grabbed a clean shirt and pants. I placed them on the bathroom counter for Fylox once he finished scrubbing his skin clean.
He’d been showered in Aram’s blood, and I couldn’t stop picturing the disgusting sight. Being near Aram’s lifeless body didn’t help.
Fylox turned off the water, stepping out of the shower in all of his glory. He patted himself dry, and then he sniffed the clothes I’d handed him. They reeked of Aram, but he had to put them on. He couldn’t leave this room naked. Eventually, he put on the clothes I’d prepared for him.
He kissed me on the mouth once he exited the bathroom, and I let him feast on me while my father’s corpse decayed in the same room.
“Let’s announce the good news!” Fylox exclaimed, taking my hand.
“But there’s chaos out there? You said something about a riot?” I reminded him.
His chuckle warmed my heart. He said, “There’s a new ruler in town.”
“What about Spencer?”
“Jordan’s taking care of him.”
The door fell open. The guards lay unconscious on the floor. We strolled down the hallway to the reception, where I picked up the phone and called Katantia’s news channel, demanding to have my call broadcasted on live television.
