“No, just one. Because our system—the way that humans have built our societies—is predicated on some people having a lot.” I wave my hand around the room. “And others having very little.”
“Is it our system, or just nature?” Robert asks, his smile a smirk.
“Doesn’t matter,” I reply. “We don’t shit in the woods anymore, so why live by the laws of nature? We hit pause on evolution when we got smart enough to change our environment instead of letting it change us. Now it’s time to evolve society.”
“How do you propose we do that?” Robert asks.
Mulberry isn’t speaking, he’s just staring at me. His swollen eye makes him look rough—as if he is some sort of dangerous criminal…which I guess he is. But more than anything he looks angry and frustrated. Join the revolution, mother fucker. You’re not the only one.
“I don’t have all the answers,” I say. Mulberry’s frown deepens and he glances at Robert then back at me again. “But I propose we burn it down. Burn it all down.”
“What does that mean?” Robert asks, his smirk softening into a flat line.
My lips pull up into a grin. “I guess we’ll find out…”
“You know I’m always happy to help you, Sydney,” Robert says, his voice as smooth as ever—as if I’d asked for help with a charitable donation rather than a complete reordering of human society.
“What do you need from me?” Mulberry asks.
“I want a break from both of you,” I say, simply, truthfully.
Mulberry’s mouth betrays him instantly, slipping into a deep frown. Robert smirks again—the cat anticipating the mouse’s next move.
“I’m going to go to the island,” I say, referencing the isolated Pacific island owned by Joyful Justice and used as our base of operations. “And I’m going to ask Merl to meet me there.” Mulberry nods; he trusts Merl. Robert nods as well. Something the two men can agree on. A miracle. “I’m going to talk to him about all this.”
“That’s wise,” Robert says.
I snort a laugh which twists Robert’s smirk into a subtle smile. No one has ever called me wise. Nor should they…
I’m fierce, dangerous, and brave. But wise…no. That is not a word anyone has ever used to describe me—because most people can see the crazy all over me. “I didn’t say you were wise,” Robert remarks, as if reading my mind. “Just that talking to Merl is…” His smile grows teasing and intimate.
“What about the baby?” Mulberry asks. It is his child, after all…he does have a right to know…
“I still have a while to go,” I say, cupping my belly in what has become as natural a gesture as throat-punching white supremacists. “We have a doctor on the island who can keep an eye on me.”
Mulberry nods. “You’ll let me be there, for the birth?” he asks. The question makes my chest ache—it’s as if I hold his heart in my hands and he is asking, politely, that I don’t keep it from him forever…or crush it.
“Yes,” I say quietly. “Of course.” I swallow and blink, casting my gaze to the floor. Blue’s muzzle lands on my knee, and I reach out to play with one of his velvety ears. “I’m going to take Nila and Frank, too.”
“They are in my apartment in DC,” Robert says. “I’d happily escort them to the island for you.” He smiles, as if the attempted manipulation is an inside joke.
“Thanks,” I say. “But Dan will need to fly back and they can get a ride with him.” One of the other Joyful Justice council members, Dan Burke, lies in a medical suite in Washington and needs to come home. Dan was recently attacked by the “Action Men”, a group of white supremacist who can’t get laid and are so mad about it they’ve organized into a militia. They call themselves INCELS—involuntary celibates. They think the problem is women have too much power…including the power to say no to their advances. I agree the world is fucked, we just have very different perspectives on why.
Robert nods, expecting my deflection. His eyes sparkle at me, we are playing our game. My heart gives a little thump of love—our relationship is kind of awesome. “What I said is true…I want you both,” I say, reminding them of my declaration days before that I loved them and wouldn’t choose either. But instead requested them both…
Mulberry sits further back, as if trying to get away from the idea. His eyes fall to his hands, clasped in his lap. His whole body is rigid with rejection.
Robert takes a slow breath and smiles at me. “I admire how clearly you’re expressing your desire.” He says the last word in a voice so deep and dark that heat rises up my throat and I’m sure a blush is staining my cheeks. I will blame pregnancy hormones for this reaction.
Clearing my throat, I stand. “Okay, I’m going to go now.”
Both men rise and, as Blue and I move toward the door, they follow. I turn back to them and take a deep breath. Mulberry smiles at me. “I’ll see you soon, and you’ll keep me updated on how you’re feeling…and our son. You’ll…”
“I’ll take really good care of him,” I promise. At that moment he kicks, and I put a hand on where the flutter of movement presses against my skin. Without thinking I reach out and take Mulberry’s thick wrist, placing his palm against my belly.
His hazel eyes widen when our son kicks again. “That’s amazing,” he says, his voice a low whisper of awe. Suddenly, he drops to his knees in front of me and presses his face against my rounded stomach. “Hi in there,” he says in a voice I’ve never heard before from him. It’s low and happy. He’s talking to his baby. That’s Mulberry’s Dad voice.
My eyes sting, and when Mulberry kisses where our son is kicking, my breath stutters on the emotions in my throat. Blue presses against my side, and I take in a clear breath. But my mind is drawing pictures of what kind of life I could live if I’d just let it go. Just let the world spin and justice falter, and Mulberry and I could share a space and a life…maybe peace would find us if we let it.
“I’ll see you soon,” Mulberry promises before gently kissing my belly again. The warmth of his lips penetrates through my shirt, igniting more feelings, more confusing feelings. He rises to his feet and leans in, kissing me on the cheek, his hand coming around to my low back, pulling me against his chest. “I love you,” he whispers in my ear, before placing a final kiss on it.
Mulberry moves back and my body feels cold and small without his big warmth next to me.
Robert steps forward and his hand slides to the same spot on my body—spreading across my lower back. But then it shifts, sliding lower. He pulls me close, my body pressing against his and Robert’s lips come to my ear—right where Mulberry’s were, but the words he speaks and the way he holds me are so very different. “I will have you,” he says before nipping at my lobe with his teeth. “And you know it.”
Energy pulses through my body in harsh waves—the dangerous swells of the Pacific rather than the lapping ripples of the Caribbean. “You cannot run from this forever.”
When he steps back my body is on fire and so is my mind. Time to leave. Blue’s wet nose brushes my fingers in agreement and I turn without another word, opening the door.
“Mrs. Maxim,” Robert says before I cross the threshold. I don’t turn back but I do pause. “Don’t forget your vows.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “My name,” I remind him, “is Sydney Motherfucking Rye.”
CHAPTER THREE
Petra Bokan waits outside the hotel. Her black coat is misted with rain and it pours over the awning in sheets. The scent of wet cement fills the night. Lightning streaks across the sky, catching the scene in bright white for a split second. We are all actors on a stage.
