Children of Ambition (Children of Vice 2)

Shoving more food into my mouth, I tried to suffocate my desire to scream at him with the waffles.

“Slow down; I’ll make more,” he said, refilling my glass. “Least I can do for your cousinly therapy sessions.”

I hated him.

“Seriously though, Helen, I appreciate it,” he said, patting me on my head.

I really hated him.

“But you aren’t allowed to get married for at least two years while I get over this Dona nonsense, you hear me?” He smiled genuinely, like a kid.

And all I could do was smack his hand away and flip him off, causing him to laugh.

I fuckin’ hated him…

Liar.

WYATT

Get over this Dona nonsense?

Impossible.

How do you get over losing a part of you?

Losing… That’s what it felt like. Like I was losing touch with her. She didn’t even seem to remember I was near her anymore. Every time I looked, her mind was on Gabriel and it was starting to piss me off.

I shared with one person and that was my sister; but I didn’t share my sister.

I wanted him gone. But… Did she?

FIFTEEN

“I am the guardian of power, not its owner.”

~ Vicente Fox

HELEN

“Cain, check to see if the ADSL signal is connecting to the SAAS.” I didn’t get a reply. “Cain?”

Slowly, I slid from under the panel in the wall, only to see grey eyes staring directly at me, causing me to jump so that I narrowly avoided hitting my head.

“Hi—”

“Jesus, Mary mother of Joseph!” I screamed, sliding out further, ready to smack the hell out of him. He just laughed.

“I think you got that phrase a little mixed up.”

“Gabriel! How did you get in here?” I snapped, trying to rise. He offered me his hand and I stared at for a long moment before taking it. He pulled me to stand.

“I walked through the door,” he answered, looking around at the grey and white pixelated walls around us. Each pixel fell like square rain drops on the wall. Slowly, he took in each and every corner of room. He was dressed in all black; a casual top and jeans, a leather wrist band. His blond-brown hair was still a little wet. “It’s like something out of a science fiction novel,” he added.

“You shouldn’t have been able to just walk in here,” I said, taking a step away from him towards the intercom? “Cain, how is he inside?”

“Who is Cain—?”

“Systems operations back online. Please repeat question?” Cain’s voice finally replied.