Page 70 of Like A Moth To A Flame

"They are none of your concern. Now what the fuck do you want?"

"Her. I want her and him. Is that what you want to hear? I can’t be without them. I can't breathe. I can't think."

This motherfucker.

"They are none of your concern, Ciro. They never were. Now tell me why I shouldn't hunt you down and blast your fucking brains all over the mainland."

"They're looking for her."

I sit up and lean closer, looking at his surroundings, and the inner demon inside me is relieved that he's in the Cocoon on a secured line.

"Who's looking for her?"

But I know the answer. The judges sent their minions to the island to see when I would show up, and now, they want a rematch. It's a rematch I have no intention of going through with. It's about money and the fact they want to know who the infamous Pyralis is. Ciro has done an excellent job keeping her hidden, coupled with the fact that no one knows outside our circle that my wife had supposedly died.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about. You need to bring her back."

"Fuck no," I growl.

"You don't want her, Kill. I'm not going to let you hurt her."

I chuckle sarcastically. "Who said I was going to hurt her? She's my wife, Ciro. He's my son. They don't belong to you. I don't care how many times you fucked her. I'll spend the rest of my life unfucking you out of her system."

"This is not a game, Kill. If they find out who she is, they will kill her."

Playing both sides is against the rules if you're a woman. Especially if she is mine. He's right, but I'm pissed off imagining his hands on her beautiful skin. Her moans. The smell of her hair.

I slam my fist on the glass of my desk. "Fuck you, Ciro. Fuck you for lying to me. You were my best friend."

"I still am, Kill."

I shake my head. "I think fucking my wife and lying to me about her and my son being alive throws our friendship out the fucking window."

"You didn't want her," he grits, baring his teeth.

I wish he was in front of me so I could break his fucking face. My chest rises and falls from the anger slithering through my veins like poison.

"I never said that. I want my wife and son; if you touch them again, mark my words, Ciro. I'll hang you off a fucking building after I slice you open so your guts spill. Not even the Utheans will know what they are scraping off the pavement when I'm done with you," I roar before cutting the connection, and his face disappears from the hologram.

"Hang him from a building? His guts?" My head whips up to see Lillith standing in the doorway. "A bit much."

I lean back, taking her in like a punch to the stomach. The tight black suit with gray stitching molded to her body like a second skin has all the blood rushing south to my cock. My eyes slide over her thighs until they reach her flawless face with her perfectly arched brow.

"I take it you found your things."

She slides her hands down her body over the tight fabric, and my nostrils flare, wanting my hands to follow. "I did. I was surprised you kept all of my stuff and the things you bought me."

"I had no reason to throw them out." She bites her bottom lip, and it's her tell that she’s nervous. She steps forward, and I wave my hand dramatically. "Have a seat. We need to talk."

She sits and crosses her legs, and I swear my cock will burst like a pubescent teenager seeing his crush up close for the first time. I don't want to argue with her about the past, so I change the subject. She already heard me threaten Ciro, and the last thing I need is for her to think I'll do the same to her.

I remove my mask and press the button for the door to close automatically. "You cut your hair."

"Did you need to close the door to point that out to me, or are you afraid I'll run out screaming for help?"

"I wanted privacy. After five years of not being with you, I don't want to miss another moment."

"I'm surprised you noticed and haven't conquered the world, saving millions by now. I remember you telling me it was all you care about."

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