Page 65 of Wanted
It didn’t come.
“That’s what had you worried?” Jordan asked. He didn’t sound furious with me anymore. He had gone back to the Jordan I’d experienced back during our first days together when we watched Alex play basketball on the television and in the arena.
I nodded.
Jordan turned to Fylox. “And you also bought into it?”
“Why aren’t you shocked by this?” Fylox inquired, drawing his eyebrows together. He was clearly mystified by all of this.
“Do you take me for a fool, Fylox?”
“No, sir.”
“Do you think I wouldn’t know my sister’s predicament?”
“I didn’t know what to think, sir. You were so carefree when you talked of her.”
“Do you always know what your sister is up to?”
“Yes, sir.” Fylox only called Jordan ‘sir’ when he had fucked up. It hadn’t happened much thus far in our acquaintance.
“Where is Maia Callie right now?”
“She’s with my mom, shopping for groceries.” How the fuck did Fylox know that? He stated his sister’s location so bluntly as if it was customary to be your sister’s stalker. I couldn’t wrap my head around calling Fylox a stalker, though. His intentions weren’t those of a stalker’s.
“And my sister is in the palace, in the king’s quarters,” Jordan revealed, not baffled at all.
Astounded, I took a step back from the chocolate cake in front of me. I didn’t care much about it anymore. I wouldn’t eat it. My appetite was gone. What was happening right now?
“I’m not a fool. Aram thinks he’s clever, but he’s not. His time will be up soon.” Jordan glanced at me, and I avoided his eyes. “We’ve made sacrifices over the years. Felicita knows the dangers of what she’s been tasked to do.”
No, I fucked them unconscious. We can talk freely. Yeah, I know. My cabinet is frustrated over the recent developments in the East. We can’t rely on our allies, but we can rely on our enemies. I don’t care about anything but this palace. Even if half the country’s population were to be killed in a bombing, I could still find new residents from all around the world to fill their spots. I don’t see the need to prepare my citizens for war. I need new people under me. They all think Kamila’s a fucking goddess when all she is is a used cunt.
“How can you have me around, knowing that Aram rapes your sister?” My temperature was so high that I saw stars. I could barely stand. My heart was palpitating.
“It’s not your fault. Aram and Spencer play people like chess. You’re not to blame for your father’s actions. I know it makes you feel better when you think you have power, but, in all honesty, you don’t,” Jordan commented.
“Dad.”
“No, it’s true, and she needs to hear it. She lives under the illusion that just because she is the Princess of Katantia, she’s somehow better off. All of this…” He waved his hand around. “This means that she doesn’t have any power. I don’t blame you for wanting to feel better. What Travis did to you and to Mandy… I haven’t forgiven him for taking your mothers, although he didn’t have a choice. He’s going to pay for his sins for as long as he lives.”
Fylox sighed. Alex murmured under his breath. I stood there, not knowing what to do. The walls were caving in on me.
“If you’re safe and happy, they pay.”
I swallowed, wiping sweat away that formed on my forehead. I grabbed the surface of the closest kitchen island for support.
“You need to tell me what’s going on between the three of you because I’m old, and I don’t understand what it means when you flirt with my son, but you sit on his best friend’s lap. I’m confused,” Jordan revealed. He grabbed some plates from the cupboard. “Let’s eat some cake while you explain yourselves to me.”
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The men savored the cake, but I didn’t manage to bring the fork to my mouth. The cake was in crumbs all over my plate, and I played with it like the spoiled princess that I was. We sat together in the elaborate dining room that was as big as the entire ground floor of my home back in Katantia. The table was long as fuck, but we only occupied one corner of it. Jordan sat at the top, of course. The guys on the one side and me on the other.
“I don’t know what you want us to explain,” I blurted out. “We don’t even know what we are.”
“You’re okay with her and Fylox?” Jordan asked his son.
Alex nodded. “You don’t have to understand everything, Dad.”
