When you say you're going to watch a movie together, does it ever really mean watching a movie? No one actually does "chill" when they say "Netflix and chill", c'mon. Those cheesy moments haven't stopped in our relationship, even if we have been married awhile now. He and I barely made it into the first ten minutes of Friday the 13th before he was kissing my neck.

We were in the living room, which of course attracked others to watch the movie with us. Angelo and Chris don't really care if we start screwing around. They probably will be on each other too any moment. Normally Kuza doesn't care. He's fucked me right in front of Ricky several times so he shouldn't care. Tonight must've been different. I guess I should've known better after the conversation we had this morning.

I broke away from Ricky's lips when I heard Kuza grunt under his breath. He got up and walked out of the room unhappily. It's my fault I gave him such disillusion by fucking him. He thought there actually might still be a chance for him. How many movies and TV shows have made it clear that people really don't leave their spouses for their side bitches? Just like all those dramas, I'm not leaving my husband for my old fuck buddy.

"What's been up his ass lately?" Chris grumbled once he was out of earshot.

"I haven't really been around him enough to notice." Angelo replied. He had his head resting on Chris' arm. They were so cute, it was nauseating.

He glanced down at him, "He burned his girlfriend alive. If you don't call that 'grumpy' I don't know what is."

"Okay, true." Angelo sat up and started to crawl into his lap, "I guess I would get pretty grumpy too if I was that lonely. Good thing I'm not." He turned his head to the side and connected their lips.

Ricky pulled my head back towards him. "Don't leave me starving, Baby."

I snickered, "I would never let you go hungry."

Turning my head, I met my lips to his. My hand traveled up his neck and caressed his jaw. Ricky wasn't kidding when he said he was hungry. He was quick to start ravishing me. Ricky had his tongue down my throat and his hands up my dress. His fingers dug into my thigh and pulled at my fishnets. I bent my head back as he started to kiss down my neck.

"It's not a race, Babe." I told him, "Slow down."

His breath traveled down my neck, "It's not my fault you're so damn sexy. I can't help myself."

"Don't make me tie you down again." I warned him.

Ricky raised his head up from my chest to look me in the eyes. He deadpanned, "Well what the fuck do you want?"

I looked at him like he had lost his mind for using that tone with me, "Excuse me?"

"Things got boring so you went and got it somewhere else. And now, when I'm trying to make it interesting again, you're being a bitch about it." He replied.

"You told him?" Chris asked.

"No-"

"So it was him, then?" Ricky interrupted me as he stood up.

I bolted to my feet, fists tight at my side. "What the Hell are you talking about?"

"That bitch said you cheated on me on the island. She didn't say with who, but I guess I know now." He said ignorantly.

"Chris was with me the entire night." Angelo said, "He didn't fuck Ghost."

"I was too busy fucking you." Chris mused, stealing a kiss from him. Then he looked over at Ricky angrily, "I would never cheat on Angelo. I should fucking slit your throat for suggesting it."

"I didn't fuck Chris but he knows who I did fuck. That's why he made that comment." I explained, "But if there was legitimacy in what she said about me, that means there was in what she said about you."

Ricky, being the angry asshole he is, grabbed me by the neck. He didn't hold me hard and I knew he'd never kill me. That's why I didn't budge. I just glared at him. He was fucking livid. I can't really blame him. If he cheated on me, I would've cut his balls off.

"Who the fuck was it?" He seethed.

"Tell me what you did in Paris and I'll tell you who I fucked." I responded.

He stared aimlessly for a moment. There was just rage in his eyes. Whether he was processing what I said or debating how he was going to hurt me, he made up his mind. Ricky grabbed my wrist and started to drag me towards the living quarters. I stumbled over my own feet, then felt a hand grasp my free wrist.

"Stop." Chris demanded. "I don't like the idea of you being alone with Devin if you're treating him this way."

"It's none of your business." He sneered.

"What's not? Who Devin fucked? I already know that. That you're treating him like shit? I already know that too. What I don't know is what you did in Paris, and I think you're dragging Devin away because you don't want the rest of us to know."

Ricky let go of me only so he could glare up at Chris. "It's information that's on a need-to-know basis."

For a man as smart as he is, he does some stupid ass shit. Ricky might have a lot of fancy training but you can't defeat someone that towards over you more than a foot. Chris also had plenty of years of minor and major times that Ricky had pissed him off that were boiling up inside of him. He grabbed Ricky by the neck and threw him into the wall. Being that that wall was connected to a bedroom, it caused people to emerge from their living quarters with concern.

"We do need to know, asshole. How's that for need-to-know basis?" Chris snapped.

The first door to open was Manson and Twiggy's. The smaller of the two stood in their doorway, watching with those wide eyes of his as Ricky got back to his feet. Twiggy's hair was a mess, his lipstick smeared, and the shirt on him was much too big for his small body. Well, at least someone got laid tonight. Ricky certainly won't be. Manson came up behind his boyfriend, wrapping his hand around his waist.

"What the Hell is going on out here?" He growled.

Kuza opened his door and watched but he didn't say a word. The others had to come out, of course. It was pretty fucking hard to miss the loud bang of Ricky's body hitting the wall.

"Everyone is mad at Ricky again. There's a surprise." Vinny muttered.

"What the fuck did you do now?" Reese questioned him, sounding more disappointed than anything else.

"Oh, don't you fucking start on me too." Ricky replied, "Like I just told Chris, this is none of anyone's concern. It needs to stay between Devin and I."

I crossed my arms over my chest, burning my eyes into him. "Are you sure about that?" I somberly spoke, "We made you who you are. If it weren't for the suicide squad, you would've never earned a place at a world conference about national defense. We deserve to know what the fuck you did there."

Ricky sighed and took a good look around him. Even with all his training and all he's seen, he's got to be intimidated. He's literally surrounded by a group of murderers that are not too happy with him. Without his gun, his mouth was the only thing getting him out of this alive.

"Fine." He muttered, "I had to put in a failsafe. There's too many people waiting for this to fail, waiting for something to happen so they can tell me I was wrong. I know I'm not wrong but the only way I could get some of the nonbelievers to shut the fuck up was by putting in a backup plan, incase any of you do go rouge."

"And what exactly is that backup plan?" Ryan asked, "Send us back to ADX? Put trackers in our necks?"

"They wanted to put something in your necks. It was way worse than a tracker though." He replied, "Everyone has their suggestions. You're all human, after all. It's not impossible to take down a human, no matter how dangerous. At least they think you're all human but I'm not completely positive on that."

Chris rolled his eyes, "Don't go spitting fairytales, Rick."

"It's not bullshit. You've literally ripped women apart before. No human can do that. Devin has broken bones on people that humans don't have the strength to break. Mike has taken deadly poisons before and survived. No human could do that."

"You think we're some form of meta-humans, then?" Ryan responded.

"You could be. Human or not, they weren't going to wait for me to give them an answer. They wanted one now. Part of having a failsafe is I can't tell you what it is because in the event that I would have to use it, I don't want you being able to destroy it." He explained, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to do it but-"

Chris waved his hand dismissively, "Save it. You've made it pretty clear you don't trust us." He grabbed Angelo's hand and started to walk towards their room. The sound of the door shutting was unsettling in the silence.

Most of the others went back into their rooms as well. They were pissed and didn't want to hear another lie out of his mouth. It was also pretty late. I'm sure they were all tired. Ryan told Reese to go back to bed. He stopped in his doorway, his hand resting on the wall.

"I don't disagree with you, Ricky. I know there is something more to many of us. I just wish you would've approached this better than you did." He said, "When I get back from Scranton, I'll start running some tests on everyone."

"You're going to Scranton?" I hesitantly asked.

"Yeah. I've got some... unfinished business there."

"Would you... mind if I tagged along? It's been a long time since I've gotten to visit my parents' grave. I'd like to, if you don't mind." I replied.

"It's not a bother to me at all." Ryan turned his head towards the bedroom and sighed, "I'm coming. Calm down."

Reese yelled at him once again for his response. You never tell a woman to calm down. Ryan doesn't know any emotions outside of calm and angry. I wish I could be that way. Unfortunately I'm not. I still feel pain and right now, my heart hurt. Ricky made it pretty clear where his loyalties lie. He doesn't trust me. Son of a bitch.

"I told you the truth." He said to me once we were alone, "Now you tell me."

"Figure it out for yourself. You're sleeping alone tonight." I replied.

Ricky scoffed, "And where are you going to sleep?"

I walked past him, towards Kuza's door. My mouth remained shut and the look I gave him wasn't even one of anger. It was agony and tiredness; Tired of these games he plays. I didn't have to knock when it came it Kuza. He would always let me in. I set my hand on the door handle and that's when it clicked for Ricky. That's when he started to feel the hurt I felt.

I'll always love him. I can't stop loving him. It's apart of who I am but right now, I can't stand to see his face. He'll have his reasons for doing what he does and I have mine. I slipped off my heels before entering Kuza's room. If he had drifted off, I didn't want to wake him. Gently, I set them beside the door.

"Hey, Beautiful." He softly greeted me, "I'm sorry. I know you asked me to stop."

"It's fine. I could use it right now." I told him. My eyes were tempting tears but I quickly pushed them away.

"You sound upset. Is everything okay?"

I slowly walked towards his bed, "No, but I don't want to talk about it right now. Ricky and I had a fight. Can I sleep here tonight? Please?"

"Is that even a question?" He offered me a warm smile, "I'd always have a space in my bed for you."

"Thank you." I tried my best to act happy.

There wasn't much good about this situation. I was trying my best to get away from Kuza and be loyal to my husband. My own husband was the only that drove me right back into his arms. I removed my fishnets. He watched carefully as I did. I managed to get out of my bra and slip it off from under my dress. Then I crawled in beside him and snuggled up to his bare chest.