Page 62 of Wanted

“Have you been fucking behind my back?” Jordan inquired, drawing his eyebrows together. “Is that why you’re all weird these days, pretending to be flirty with him and all that? I smelt it from a mile away. You had sex with her!”

I shook my head. “I haven’t had sex in four months, Jordan. Relax. I also haven’t changed. I’m still the same old me, raunchy, dirty, and uncontrollable.”

Fylox and I hadn’t ended tonight’s game. I knew that I would pay for my little outbreak, but I didn’t care. I stormed out of the private movie theater, and I hurried into a random bathroom, locking the door behind me.

Panting, I sunk to the floor. I hugged myself for comfort.

Something was wrong with me again. I felt my heart pump hard in my chest, telling me to get the fuck up and cause some damage. What would happen to Jordan if he found out his sister was my father’s whore? He’d hate me.

Alex wouldn’t even want to see my face anymore.

“Baby, come out. My dad overreacted as always. He had a stare-down with Fylox, and he took his outrage back,” Alex said, knocking on my door. “Are you okay? You’ve been sad all day. Are you sure that you want to keep playing with Fylox?”

Sniffling, I rose from the floor. My eyes were filled with tears. Snot left my nose, and I didn’t even bother to wipe it. I unlocked the door, letting Alex step inside. When he saw my puffy eyes, he started comforting me, pulling me in for a hug. I removed myself from his touch, heaving. “I like playing with Fylox. It’s who I am, Alex. I’m a whore. I like the most depraved things in bed. I’m sure Fylox hasn’t even started playing the game for real. There’s so much more he could do… I know you think I’m this glorified sex doll. I might even be that for someone in this country. But that someone isn’t you. When Mandy’s out of surgery, we’re leaving. Your dad was right when he sent you away.”

Hurt soaked his face, and that genuine smile of his was long gone.

“You’re not a sex doll to me,” Alex argued.

“Then I’m something you wish to protect. I must seem fragile to you.”

“I like you, Kamila. Is that so hard to believe?”

Defeated, I responded, “There’s not much to like about me. I’m ruined. My father destroyed me. People like Fylox and I, we’re not sane. We’ll never be. You’re the most precious person I know. You deserve much better than me. I’m sure you’ll find it, too.”

Without another word, I left the bathroom and headed for the kitchen. To keep me busy, I started baking a chocolate cake. Jordan could bring Mandy a box of it to brighten her day. She liked chocolate a lot.

“She’s not there,” Jordan said, joining me in the kitchen.

“Who?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Mandy.”

I froze. “What do you mean?”

“I sent her back to Katantia. Weston has orchestrated an entire hospital wing renovation for her sake,” Jordan revealed. I saw red. “She’ll be safe with him watching her closely. He’s paid a bunch of doctors from all over the world to move to Katantia to treat her.”

I felt nauseous. “She was about to get over him. She was this close to moving on, and you sent her back to him? How dare you? Why didn’t you consult me?”

“This was a matter between Weston, Travis, and I,” Jordan said.

“You know what? Fuck you,” I spat at him. I glanced at the digital clock on the wall. My cake would be done in ten minutes, but with Mandy back in Katantia, it could burn for all I cared. “What am I here for? Are you waiting for the right time to send me back, too? Are you biding your time, waiting on that fat paycheck?”

“There aren’t many people on this earth that I answer to, but when Travis calls, I listen. I went through the logistics of the plan, and it sounded right to me. Mandy’s safer over there, far away from her father. Now, we only have you to protect. I suppose we should start packing up. We leave tomorrow.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I blurted out.

“You were just telling my son that he’s better off without you,” Jordan responded, tilting his head to the side. “You were ready to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave with you. I don’t want to stay here. I want to go,” I told him.

He chuckled. “What did Fylox do to you?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying. I noticed it way back when it started. What did he do?” Jordan insisted.

Fylox and Alex joined us in the kitchen. I let out a sharp breath, my chest tightening. I didn’t look at the guys.