The Earth After Rebirth

They all looked at him curiously. Like he was the madman for even suggesting they started doubting each other, after years of working together harmoniously.

"How dare you even suggest that?" Gilbert's disgusted face made most of them flinch but Jesús had a boyish expression, that told anyone who looked close enough he didn't care.

"Why not? It's more plausible than a 17 year old who has thwarted you at every turn." He said with a smirk.

Everyone else in the room was quiet and simply looking from the two men who didn't hide the fact that they hated each other guts.

"Are you trying to protect that brat because your daughter's heart lies with him?" Gilbert asked, a vein popping at his temple.

"I wasn't saying anything for sure, but to ignore that one of us may be a traitor would be quite stupid!"

"Why, why would anyone here betray us? We trust each other here."

"A very childish view. We don't trust each other, we never have, that's why there are unrelated men outside who make sure none of us have brought something we shouldn't have.

"Why would anyone betray us? Putting all the blame on the rest while taking the whole pie for themselves?"

Mahindra Khan was on his feet because Jesús being carried by the moment stood up to be face to face with the man that thought himself to be their leader.

He stopped him just inches away from Gilbert. He didn't fight it, just obediently went back to his seat. The atmosphere was thick, it threatened to poison everyone in the room. They were seriously considering the option that there was a traitor amongst them.

It was exactly as he had hoped, the attention to Kiro had completely vanished, now they were looking at each other sceptically.

"It's not going to help us or anyone to suspect each other without proof." Fritzman finally said, he looked like a man who was entirely made out of muscles.

He was big and intimidating to those who didn't know him, but the people in the room had known him for years, the new under that hard exterior was a bug softy, so his interruption was met with nothing more than just scoffs.

"Fritz is right. Nothing will come out of accusing people without proof, that goes for the Waynworth brat. For now, let's lay low, ensure better security in the mines." Hale seemed to be the only reasonable one in the room.

"So we're just going to let that kid go? scot-free?" Gilbert couldn't believe his eyes, in the past they didn't need proof to deem someone guilty, so this was new to him.

"Just admit you hate the kid because he always seems to have one over you." Black who had maintained invisibility until now finally shared his thoughts.

"No—"

"Yes, we're under much scrutiny right now, we can't be as free as we used to be. We have to be careful in everything we do. The last thing we want is to get the public to be against us more than they are now." Whitmore advised sagely, interrupting Gilbert.

Jesús hadn't said anything since. He sat comfortably in his chair, drinking whisky. Watching the mood he'd created manifesting into something even more beautiful than he anticipated.

The most he did was nodding in agreement. A big smile plastered on his face. He was enjoying the moment even more because of how sour Gilbert's face looked.

It wasn't as if he didn't understand their concerns, but Gilbert was angered by the fact that they had to do what Jesús initially suggested. They didn't like each other to the point of never wanting to admit when the other was right. A beautiful relationship, indeed.

"Then if this was all, I'd like to go back to my house. Just being here is making me a little paranoid, I'd like to be paranoid within the safe walls of my estate." Khan said gathering his things, getting ready to get out of there.

"I'm inclined to believe you're the traitor, Mahindra Khan. Unbelievable that you chose to work with that kid over me?" Gilbert wasn't going to let this go easily.

This caused a commotion in the room, the men were talking at the same time, shouting, making it hard for anyone to comprehend what was being said.

"Shut it!" Jesús screamed, his deep voice penetrative and was actually successful at getting them to stop. "You're grown men, act like it." He reprimanded.

"Suppose you think you're all that don't you Silva?" Black taunted him.

But he would be an idiot if he let that get to him, he though. So he ignored him.

"Let me just say, we aren't friends Gilbert. Even if we were, this is business. I didn't become the best in our country because I chose friendship over making good business deals." He finished already walking towards the door.

Jesús was right behind him. They had talked over what they wanted to address, there was no point from sticking around, especially when Gilbert wanted to purposely start fights.

"Can you believe the nerve of that guy?" Khan spat as they walked out of the building.

"I actually can, I've told you this before, you guys have let him go nuts for far too long. Now he thinks his words matter more, somebody needed to clip his wings." He told him opening the door to the car they both drove here.

"But it seems like a pain in the butt that it was the kid, Kiro Waynworth, who clipped his wings. Now he seems like he's lost his sense of reason, it's pathetic." He sat comfortably in the passenger seat.

He'd never learned to drive, so Jesús was his personal chauffeur today. He didn't hate it. As soon as they got into their car, the rest of the men piled out of the building, entering their own vehicles.

"Does he look like a man with clipped wings to you? He seems to be flying even higher, I don't mind being the one to stomp him back to the ground."