Page 131 of Wanted

It matters a great deal, my little queen.

Kamila hated coming to the palace and playing along, but we always ended up as the first to arrive. Inside the elevator, I clicked number five. The little queen checked her face in the mirror, but her somber face made her look away again.

We arrived on her father’s floor, and I sent a quick message on my phone.

It’s on.

Unassuming, Kamila followed me to her father’s office. There wasn’t a dinner tonight. The time for friendly conversations was over.

The guards posted outside of the king’s office were chatting to each other when we arrived.

“There’s been an emergency,” I told them, and they gawked at each other. The Wraith brothers had attempted an imitation of Jordan’s men, but it had been futile. Jordan’s men were trained in the harshest conditions. These men were after a paycheck, chewing gum on the job and rubbing one off at the sight of the princess.

“Emergency? Didn’t we have a—”

With a heavy heart, I shushed my little queen. “Let us in. Don’t let anyone else in. The princess has private matters to discuss with her father.”

“But—”

“Shut up,” I addressed her, and she flinched. The guards didn’t move, so I decided to take it a step further. “Look, she shaved and bathed for hours. Let us in? He’ll fire you if you deny us entrance.”

No response. I rolled my eyes.

I shoved Kamila out of harm’s reach. With precision, I punched one of the guards in the face twice. While he dropped to the floor unconscious and with a bleeding nose, I let the other guard wrap his arm around my neck like he was about to cause damage. He wasn’t. He forgot to restrict my arms. I took advantage of his idiocy. I slammed my elbow against the side of his face, and then I kicked him where it hurt, multiple times to work in the infertility real good. He lost balance, joining his friend on the floor.

I bashed his face in with my boot. I did the same with the other guard.

Chances were that they had seen me mutilate the guards. More guards were on the way.

“What’s that noise?” Kamila asked in a jittery voice. The chants were nearing us. The gates had been opened.

I shoved the door open. Kamila followed closely behind me like I’d taught her to. Aram was getting his dick sucked by a woman who was about to become a casualty. “Lock the door, little queen.”

“Excuse me?” Kamila asked.

“I said to lock the door. I have a score to settle.”

†

Kamila sat at her father’s desk.

She’d begged me to spare the woman whose mouth was filled with her father’s come. I knocked her unconscious instead of killing her. She didn’t have to see me in my element.

My little queen observed me as I maimed her tormentor. I rolled my neck, taking a deep breath. He reeked of Cuban cigars, the good ones I remembered from my childhood. My father smoked them in his spare time. He didn’t anymore because he knew that it messed with my brain.

I focused on my rage, letting it take over every cell of my body. Outside of the king’s office, chaos had erupted, but I couldn’t waste my time on that.

We’d incited this riot.

The hundreds of protestors had been allowed into the compound of the palace. Men were stationed outside Valentina and Aris’s home to protect the pregnant woman, Felicita, Mandy, and Weston.

Aram Wraith’s labored breathing sounded like chirpy birds singing in my ears.

I’d broken his knees so that he couldn’t get away from under me. I didn’t have to restrain him. His youthful face in his late fifties didn’t fool me. He’d fucked all his life and had managed to hold onto skin free of agony.

That would find its end.

“W-why…” I didn’t have to interrupt him. He was wailing underneath me, rocking to his side.