Langston nods. “What is our next move?”
“Are there survivors?” I ask, meaning our enemies.
“Yes.”
“Bring me them. And Felix. I want answers,” I say.
Langston heads upstairs and brings me two of Milo’s guards.
“Felix?” I ask Langston.
He shakes his head as he shoves one of the men toward me. The prisoner’s hands are tied with rope.
I pull a knife from my pocket. “Tell me where Milo and Kai are.”
I’ll do whatever it takes to get answers. Every second that passes is another where Kai could be in incredible pain. Each second that passes is one where I might never get her back. And these two men will be the first to understand just how far I will go to find her.
25
Kai
It’s been hours. Or has it been days or years?
Reality doesn’t exist for me in the same way anymore. All I know is darkness covers the sky.
Milo’s body is on top of me. He’s in me. He’s around me. He’s everything I am.
I don’t fight anymore.
I gave up fighting within the first hour.
And since then, everything has changed.
Pain is different than it was before. It’s stronger somehow, yet foggy at the same time. But I no longer fear pain. It is who I am now. I am pain. And agony. And despair. That’s where I exist now.
But Milo was right. The physical pain just opened the hole to my heart; his words finished me.
Milo is Enzo’s younger half-brother.
Enzo’s father is Milo’s father.
I thought Enzo experienced pain at his father’s hand, but his experience was nothing compared to Milo’s. When Milo told me his story, I cried for him. How fucked up is that?
I felt pain for the man who raped and destroyed me.
God, my mind is so foggy. Am I remembering right? Did I really cry for Milo? I couldn’t have.
Milo said so many things.
So many truths spilled from his lips. He’s a monster, but he’s also a broken boy who has lost the love of his life.
It doesn’t absolve him of his sins, but it helps me to understand him. He’s as human as Enzo or I am. He’s experienced pain in a similar way we have, but the difference between him and us, is what he did with that pain.
We turned our pain into love.
He turned his pain into anger.
And that level of anger becomes so dark and evil, there is no coming back from it.