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"Look what that got them. I'm sorry, but look around us. The people we are trying to save from poverty, going hungry, and trying to free don't have time to think about love. I certainly don't." He pushes off the wall and plops in the chair in front of the computer. "She's nice to look at. I'm a man, and I know I'm married to the most gorgeous woman, but I can't lose my head just because she has a perfect face and body."
He shakes his head. "Yeah, that's why you were about to blow up her little boyfriend back there when you found them together. I know that guy is a scavenger, and he's a bottom-feeder who works on the island hustling for a buck, but it was obvious."
I zip the bag harder than necessary, almost breaking the zipper as I remember the rage I felt and what I said when I saw her with another man who was about her height. He wasn't bad looking, but the look in his eyes and how he stood in front of her like I was some crazy fucking psycho who would hurt her.
"What was so obvious? That my little wife is clueless when it comes to the mainland and ran away thinking she could escape me because she's a little pissed off that Blair was pouting like a jealous ex-girlfriend."
"The part where that idiot she was with is in love with her, and he obviously didn’t know she was married to Kill." I roll my eyes, glad my mask keeps him from seeing that I'm jealous that asshole fucked my wife, but he continues. "I'm just looking out for you because I've never seen you lose your shit over a woman. I understand why you married her and are against the whole falling in love thing, but don't be surprised when she does."
What the fuck does he mean when she does?
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Exactly. Just because you refuse to deal with the emotion and are against it doesn't mean other people feel the same way. Some people know love exists, Kill, and when you've been dying to experience it from not having it your whole life, and someone gives it to you, you hold on to it. Don't be surprised when the person she falls for isn’t you because you were too busy with your head up your ass."
"They will have to get through me first while I'm balls deep in her."
He scoffs. "No, he will just wait until you’re fucking Blair or Sarah or even Sydney and her friends to make his move."
I lean close, my lip curling under my mask because I have a feeling my boy is testing the waters. I love Ciro like a brother. I know he had his heart trampled on, and it's one of the reasons I don't feel that way for any woman. Ever. But she's mine.
The way she came apart for me in the driver's seat of my car tells me she is. It also tells me she doesn't love that asshole she was with. She wouldn't let me touch her pussy if she was because Lillith believes in the fairy tale.
"Are you trying to warn me that it will be you? The shoulder for her to cry on."
He chuckles. "Why, so you can put a laser to my forehead and threaten to blow my fucking brains out? I think I'll pass on that one, but if you don't want her–" He shrugs. "I don't mind keeping her warm for you."
I slam my hand down on the table and get in his face. The mask is between us, but my forehead presses into his. "You've been my best friend since my parents died and I came here seeking answers. We promised to have each other's backs. I respect you. I care about you and have given you anything you've asked, but if you or anyone touches my wife, I'll end them. Got it?" I say through clenched teeth. "She's mine."
My pants are ruined. We parked inside what looked like an abandoned warehouse surrounded by metal debris on the other side of the mainland. I was surprised to find it disguises what lies beneath. It's like a different world from the one above.
People who are a part of his circle live free. Walking in the dark hallway, people kiss underneath the neon glow of the lights, the only thing beating the darkness of the spaces. There are rooms and a wide-open space where there is a large screen.
Music plays while people drink and dance, having a party like they don't live in a fucked-up world full of oppression from the takeover of technology. The remnants of a war against the people. Jobs that used to allow people to work so they could provide a stable living for their families have been replaced by artificial intelligence. Roads and security are provided by droids, leaving people without a way to make money. Technology constantly evolves, outsmarting the mental capacity of the human brain.
Countries of the past didn't count on the fact that producing more droids and electric-powered machinery would reduce the need for natural resources, destroying the planet.
It is why the City of God was created by the rich.
A way for the rich and evil to live on so they wouldn't be held responsible for their mistakes. And you avoid being responsible by taking away the freedom of someone's voice.
Looking around the mainland, watching people suffering with limited natural resources living among programmed machines, makes you realize one thing—the people who allowed this to happen are the true destructors of humankind. It's like watching a new automation and you're being wowed by how easy it will make your daily life. You’re taken in by the ability to have more time to do other things. They convince you by how easy it all seems, not realizing they want to take over and eliminate the need for you to exist.
No voice.
No faith.
Only the need to follow the system created in a dark world. A world where there is no light in the end. Just an endless cycle of classism. No actors or singers needed. There is an AI for that. An efficient replacement that can produce more without mistakes.
After removing my black suit, I walk out of the room, and I'm left in my stockings, thigh-high boots, and a black long-sleeved button-up that reaches right before the edge of my boot mid-thigh like a short dress.
"I have no underwear on," I point out, looking at Killian as I step out of the room made of concrete walls with only a bed draped with white sheets.
He left me here when we arrived and showed me where I could freshen up. After the car ride and the most amazing orgasm, he was quiet. I hated that I couldn't see his face to judge his feelings, and I didn't say anything because I didn't want to push him away. Too many emotions ran between us. Things neither of us had the right words to express.
I watch him tilt his head to the side the way he does when he's thinking. "Then don't open your legs."
My cheeks flame. "That's not funny."
