Mrs. Roy Part 3

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you come,” the serious man sitting beside me in the private jet says angrily.
“I’m fine, Roy.” I lift my face and turn it toward him, giving him a calm smile.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and stretch my arm to his leg, letting him know what I want. Jonathan slowly lifts me and places me on his lap, allowing me to snuggle into his arms.
“I needed to see you.” I lean my face against his chest and wrap my arm around his neck, speaking softly while studying his worried face. “What are those blue eyes hiding from me, Mr. Roy?”
I raise my hand and smooth his brow, tracing the furrow on his forehead. Jonathan spreads his hand over my belly and strokes it slowly, his gaze lost on my stomach.
“I just feared he might harm you again...”
“Jonathan, you installed a ballistic glass of God knows how thick between me and Jon, and if I hadn’t gone against your control freak ways, you would have put armed guards in the room,” I say, laughing, and I give him a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’m sure Jon could do no harm to me, even if he wanted to.”
Roy hugs my back, pulling me closer into his arms, resting his chin on my hair and inhaling deeply.
“But still, I believe there’s more than just that worrying you.” I spread my hand on his chest, pushing my body slightly back to look into his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I know Roy; I’ve learned to unravel the deep blue sea that resides in his irises. The twitch at the corner of his mouth lets me know something is bothering my husband.
“I received a summons this morning,” he replies, lowering his voice, his eyes fixed on my lips. “Morgana, an old-school counselor representing Germany, has filed for Czar’s expulsion.”
“Oh my God, but why?” I look at Roy, lost, unable to imagine what Czar could have done to cost him expulsion from Sodom.
“She claims the Russian injured a girl during the party that took place in Moscow.” I’m in shock, my eyes widening as I absorb Roy’s information.
“Czar would never hurt a woman...” I say, shaking my head.
I had known more about Czar over the years. He was the only one connected to Sodom who knew about my marriage to Roy, even traveling to Italy to meet us. Baby was right when she said the Russian was a terrifying giant, but he would never hurt anyone. He could be eccentric and controlling like Roy, but he would never harm a person.
“Morgana has four witnesses. Adrien had already told me about the incident last week, but I still had my doubts about whether she would go through with it.” Roy lifts his eyes to mine and strokes my face.
“Adrien is that guy you told me is the judge who isn't really a judge, right?” I ask Roy, recalling the call that man made to him days ago.
“Yes, that’s him.” Jonathan takes a deep breath and nods.
From what I gathered from Roy’s explanation, Adrien was chosen to be the judge in Sodom because of his diplomacy and impartiality among the counselors. Fearing that rules would be broken and some people would go unpunished, it was mutually agreed among the counselors that a judge would be responsible for judging the wrongdoings of others, regardless of who the culprits were, both inside Sodom and outside. From what little Roy tells me and the rest I learned from Baby, Sodom is literally the only authority; it doesn’t matter who you are in the outside world, your position, or your wealth, because when you’re inside Sodom, you’re just you. And nothing, absolutely nothing, is more important than Sodom. Literally, Sodom is the greatest monarchy, a wheel of lust and pleasure, created to satisfy the wicked souls of those who frequent it, not their egos. Created by powerful men who wished to escape the heavy burden of power and embrace their demons, that’s why Sodom would never cease to exist. One cannot govern it alone because it is all of them. But regardless of who you are—whether a counselor, a protected one, a visitor, a curious person, or just someone seeking new thrills—you respect the rules, because Sodom does not forgive those who break them. And that may sound like a great madness, but it’s not.
That is SODOM.
“But if Adrien is impartial, why did he tell you?” I search for answers while looking at Jonathan. I don’t understand why the judge would inform him of something he already suspected would happen.
“Adrien was chosen to be the judge of Sodom because of his fair character; that’s part of his nature, and Adrien knows the story behind Morgana and Czar, and how she would love to behead the Russian—she would even forge evidence if necessary.”
“Story?” I adjust myself on Jonathan’s lap and look at him with more curiosity. “You can’t think you’ll tell me these things and I won’t want to know everything,” I say hurriedly, making sure I won’t let him off the hook if he doesn’t tell me everything.
Roy takes a deep breath and leans his head against the seat, closing his eyes and opening a small smile.
“I had forgotten how your curiosity never ends.” I pinch his nose when he teases me.
“Roy, come on, tell me... What is there between Czar and this woman?”
“Morgana was Kaiser’s tutor, Czar’s older half-brother. She had to teach both of them. To become a counselor, you need to learn from a master of the house.” He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Czar’s father gave Morgana the two boys to shape them, but Czar refused, and that somehow hurt Morgana’s ego. Czar never thought his father would choose him, because everyone knows it’s the eldest son who inherits the father’s seat.”
My eyes drop to my belly as I take a deep breath, feeling an agony inside me.
“Is that an obligation?” I ask softly to Jonathan.
“No, it’s not,” he replies quickly, spreading his hand over my belly and stroking it. “Our child will not be obligated to anything.”
I think my sigh of relief reveals my happiness when I hear that come from his mouth.
“So Czar refused to participate; is that it?” I lift my eyes to Roy, who looks serious.
“Czar preferred to focus on the other family business at the time. The power of the Gregovivk arose from unscrupulous, and I might even say, atrocious, dealings due to their connection with the mafia.” I widen my eyes, becoming more interested in this whole story, not knowing exactly which direction it will take. “Czar has always been silent; his brain is practically an operating system filled with codes, which he breaks and deciphers to bypass any security on the internet. That draws attention from many people, both good and bad. But a sadistic soul will always be sadistic, Gim, no matter where they are or what they do, and sometimes certain situations bring that side to the surface, and Sodom awaited the return of the prodigal son home.”
“I don’t understand... You mean something brought out Czar’s sadistic side, which is why he returned to Sodom?”
“Fire,” Jonathan answers matter-of-factly and sighs softly. “Czar is a pyromaniac, Gim.”
“Oh my God!” I exclaim, speechless.

“Never would I have imagined that man has an uncontrollable desire to set things on fire. This keeps getting worse and stranger with every new piece of information Jonathan gives me, and to be honest, I’m not sure if it scares me or intrigues me more.
‘Did Czar ever burn someone?’ I ask, alarmed, trying to understand what use a pyromaniac could have for Sodoma.
‘Yes, he did it himself.’ I thank God Roy is holding me because I was on the verge of falling flat on my back.”