Page 37 of Wanted
“Stop flirting with him, and do as he shows you,” Jordan ordered. He adjusted the beanie on his head. It had the logo of his son’s team in bright yellow letters on it. I’d noticed that he touched it way too often, and it wasn’t a sign of anxiety. He did it so that his hands had something to do while the rest of us wasted his precious time. “From now on, you two ladies get a new pet. Ammunition and aim. You’ll take it with you everywhere, and you’ll be very careful with the power it grants you.”
“I don’t want that power. I just want to be me. I have enough power already,” Kamila argued. Her arms were still crossed in front of her chest.
“Where’s that power that you have?” Jordan asked.
“What do you mean?” Kamila responded, swallowing.
“Show me the power you so proudly possess,” Jordan challenged her, and Kamila was on the verge of tears. The man never played around. After the initial days of getting to know one another, he showed his real face. It was one that demanded and received respect. He didn’t have any patience left for foolish behavior.
“Enough,” Fylox intervened, placing a hand on Kamila’s shoulder. She twitched in surprise. Not taking any shit, Jordan glared at Fylox. “I think you two should go inside. I’ll get her to do it.”
“Are you sure, Fylox?” Jordan asked. There was agitation in that voice, but he kept it on a leash.
Fylox nodded.
“Come with me, Mandy. It seems we’re not needed anymore,” Jordan said.
A moment later, we were back in the house. Fylox was using silencers, but I could still hear him shoot. Kamila’s squeals were so loud that they were audible inside the house, too. The neighbors wouldn’t hear a sound because they were miles away; Alex’s property was enormous.
Jordan sighed, disappointedly so. “She’s been with us for almost four months now. You’ve been here for almost one, plus the three months you spent back at home. We all need something to keep us busy. She needs to push her boundaries everywhere, not just inside of the bedroom.”
“That’s just how she is, though,” I responded, defending Kamila. “That’s how they grow up. That’s all they know in Katantia. Sex is their weapon for pleasure, humiliation, and power.”
“That sure isn’t the case over here. So she needs to learn that or go back from where she came from,” Jordan uttered. He reached the doorframe to the hallway. He turned to face me. More shots sounded from outside. “I know you’re having difficulties adjusting back to life in the States. That brother of hers messed up with you. Don’t look at me like that. Travis told me everything I needed to know. Plus, you cry yourself to sleep every night. I can hear you two chirping around about him. But you should know it’ll be okay for you, too. We’re all working together to get you, ladies, somewhere safe so that you can live without fear of being snatched away by your dads.”
“What about…” I couldn’t even utter the words.
“Whatever it is, we’ll get you back in shape,” Jordan stated, and there was no room for doubts in his voice. “You’ll be safe and healthy in no time.”
I nodded, acknowledging his statement. But I knew that there wasn’t any place on this earth that we were safe in. My father had too much power. He was hiding in the shadows, for now, allowing me to play this little fantasy of freedom out.
But he was out there, lurking.
The same went with Aram.
They were biding their time.
And when they would decide that it was over, our adventure would reach its end.
KAMILA
Fylox told me where to look for the painkillers that Mandy needed for the pain in her body, but I couldn’t find them. I found myself in his private bathroom, digging around in every cupboard. The last time I had searched his things, I found syringes and dope.
Maybe I was taking my time for that exact reason. Perhaps I could find some and shoot myself out of this boredom.
A week had passed since Mandy’s examination. Life went on, but now, we were locked up in Alex’s mansion. He went to work every day. He was busy flying around the country to win his games.
I exhaled in frustration as I rummaged through the bathroom again. Nothing was more exciting than being horny all the time and not being able to do anything about it. Fylox’s hands were all over me when we spent time together training. I studied him closely. He never touched Mandy the way he touched me. But he never went further with me either. He always left me hanging, as if he was playing a game of who’s going to outlast who.
Upon my second browse of the cupboards, I found the painkillers and hurried to get them to Mandy. Her suffering had only intensified in the last few days, and I was ready to call her doctor myself and demand an explanation. What was taking so long?
Jordan and Fylox kept quiet on the subject, not wanting to upset us. But their silence fucked me up. When I tucked Mandy into her bed at night, I stayed in her room to watch over her because she was so fragile. I was sure that Jordan spent most of his time guarding the hallway like his men guarded the mansion’s gates.
Yes, we were surrounded by men in black. Jordan’s soldiers with guns had appeared out of nowhere when we first arrived here. I shivered every time I saw them. They were replicas of Jordan. Broody, athletic and dangerous. They could crush you with their fingertips.
It took me some time to reach Mandy’s room because this fucking mansion was bigger than all Katantia put together. How did Alex have this type of money?
“Here it is,” I told Mandy, handing her the package of medication. She pushed aside her bedcovers, revealing her pale self to me. She held a concealed bottle of water in her hand.
