Chapter four

“What is it you want and why would you expect her to tell me anything?”

“Well. You two wooed us with your dance yesterday.” I sigh in frustration, his answer is adding more questions to my head.

If he sent her to me and she is one of his women. Why is she not giving in to what he wants me to help him with? Is there a possibility that he did not send her and she doesn't work for him?

“Before that dance, I hadn't met her anywhere all my life. Is it because she accepted a dance with only me on the dance floor yesterday? That you think she will open to me on whatever it is you want from her?”

My uncle smiles with a flatter. His smile is the one he wore yesterday. That is bringing back a memory of yesterday that irritates me. The smile is making me feel a purge of jealousy building in me nonstop.

And I curse him so much in my head. Fuck him. Fuck the bastard… At the same time, I am reminded of yesterday's pain that I can't describe cutting through me. I am reminded of a memory of me standing at the bar, shaking, as I watched Keirah running away from me into my uncle's arms.

Like I was some sort of a contagious disease.

I had done something I had never done. I did the impossible yesterday in my dictionary and pleaded with her to stay with me and choose me over him for me to save her life.

But no, she chose him over me.

She chose my uncle over me.

Running up to hug my uncle lovingly in front of the world to see.

Well, she chose wrong, and now she is facing the consequences.

I shouldn't care about her.

I have already mourned her death.

It's no longer my concern.

She took all this on herself.

I am giving myself all the excuses I can come up with in my head to bring my sanity back. Anything needed to step away from this, to not ruin my plan that I have worked on for the last five years.

But nothing is working to help me out.

Something in me keeps me stuck at my uncle's office. An urge inside me that is beyond my logical reasoning and understanding tells me I am leaving this warehouse with Keirah.

And unlike all the times I stepped away unable to save the women and children dying in here. I feel it deep down in my core. That this time if I must I will die in her place. Saving Keirah will happen, even if it must be the last thing I do on this earth.

Something in me won't let me leave her here to die.

“She is so sexy...” My uncle licks his lips as he speaks to me. And that complicates things more.

I know he is doing this to trigger me, and he succeeds at it. He triggers me.

At the thought of her, her extraordinary beauty, and her innocence. And then the thought of her having sex with my uncle. Jealousness continues to build in me nonstop.

I seriously want to kill my uncle at this very moment. Fuck… What is wrong with me?

My uncle stands up and walks across to me, sitting at the table in front of me. “I didn't touch her,” he announces. And then he smiles as if aware of the jealousy that I am fighting to stop creeping up my mind.

“Not even my men will touch her. I will let you have a test of her here after you get me what I want from her.”

“And what is it you want?”

Is he playing games with me again? Wasn't it enough that she chose him over me? Is he trying to rub it in my face?

“I wanted her because she is the biomedical engineer we have been looking for.”

Oooh, Jesus…. With my uncle's unexpected announcement, I almost fell off the chair with the realization of what all this was about. I am thunderstruck with my mouth open. I did not expect our conversation to take this turn.

My uncle continues to speak in a voice filled with excitement. “I can't use the neutrophil chips until I get the coordinates, that she locked the biochips with.” Time freezes for me with the realization of what all this is about.

It has been years since my uncle was obsessed with finding the biomedical engineer who had designed the neutrophil biochips for the cure of all the terminal diseases ever known to humans.

From cancer, and dementia to HIV/AIDS, the biochips still in development would provide a complete cure for all known diseases and unknown diseases to humans.

These biochips would make use of a hundred percent or more of the human immune system with no external drugs to be administered to the body of the person who is sick.

The biochips work by using one hundred percent of the human brain compared to the less than thirty-five percent humans always use. These biochips work by tricking the body through the brain and making the body produce an appropriate immune system to attack and kill or remove anything that would make the body terminally ill.

The innovation of these first medical biochips to be implanted in the brain got the engineer a Nobel Prize.

That is how excellent the engineer is.

What interested my uncle more in all this was not about curing diseases. He doesn't give a fuck about the human or their wellbeings, his interest was because someone would remotely control the chips to make use of a hundred percent of the body's immune system to cure itself.

And that means controlling their minds and bodies involuntarily at this point. Making someone do, feel, and think what they would not have under normal circumstances. The remote-control prototype is what my uncle was dying to possess.

This is one of the biggest issues that has been disturbing my uncle. With his obsession with manufacturing dangerous, intoxicating drugs. He could never get a hold of the engineer to add this to his correction.

Even at the Nobel ceremony, they did not disclose the name of the innovator. They just honored the person behind the innovation for bringing medical chips to life.

And kept her a secret even from powerful people like my uncle.

My uncle has invested so much and has put so much effort into finding the engineer behind this. And he has been unsuccessful for years.

And by this, my uncle is telling me he got to her and this engineer is Keirah.

The new drug like Agra my uncle is going to be selling soon if he gets those codes. Will be tricking people into selling him their full mind and body control.

The children, the sick and elderly, the terminally ill. The possibility of what he will be capable of doing is infinite. Everyone will no longer be safe. His pool of the people he can directly harm will be anyone if not everyone in the world.

I lift my gaze and glance at the man in front of me. I blink calmly and turn my head to my uncle.

“Zio… do you want to tell me you plan on making a business of taking complete control of people's minds and bodies now?”

Instead of giving me an answer, he smiles widely and I wonder. Is there a limit to the evils of my uncle? “Seriously?”

I question him again in a very serious tone. “Do you want to use the biochips by reversing them and exploiting their side effects?”

I can't get my mind to accept that this is what is happening now. I am going crazy with scenarios of what will happen if he gets those codes.

One thing is for sure. She has not given up the codes. Keirah must never give him the codes. My uncle is the most dangerous serial killer I know.

What would happen if he got those codes and became a God? This complicates everything I ever imagined would happen soon. It is hell for me to stop him with the power he has now.

What will happen if he gets more power and rules the world?