The Villains Must Win-Chapter 322: Apocalyptic Romance 32

When Alvaro finally reunited with Sasha and Cloud, the air between them crackled with unspoken understanding.

Two men.

One woman.

The tension is high.

Neither needed to ask what happened during the days Cloud and Sasha were trapped together. It was written plainly in the way Cloud stayed close to Sasha—protective, careful, almost possessive.

Alvaro noticed it instantly. He wasn’t naive.

He didn’t like it... but Sasha’s survival came first. If Cloud’s strength helped keep her alive, Alvaro would accept him. For now.

Still... he wasn’t giving up his claim so easily.

If Sasha insisted on bringing Cloud along, then fine — so be it.

But Alvaro would make sure that Cloud knew he was the first man in Sasha’s life... and that Cloud would prove completely unnecessary on this trip.

Inside the armored van, the silence was suffocating. Both men angled their bodies toward Sasha, clearly wanting to sit beside her.

But since time was short, Sasha shoved Alvaro into the driver’s seat, Cloud into the passenger seat, and sat herself in the back alone like a queen mediating between two stubborn generals.

"So," Sasha asked, breaking the tension, "what exactly happened to the Bastion?"

Alvaro snorted, one hand lazily on the steering wheel. "Oh, you mean after our dear Commander stayed with you the whole 4 days, indulging himself?"

Cloud glared. Alvaro smiled back—sharp and smug.

Alvaro continued, "That pig of a governor took over, promoted his puppet, and surprise surprise—everything turned into disaster. Supplies hoarded, civilians starved, soldiers turned into thugs... the usual collapse of humanity with no proper leader and laws."

Sasha’s brows furrowed. "And the undead?"

"Broke through last night." Alvaro shrugged like he was talking about rain. He didn’t mention that it was his doing that the undead had overturned the place.

"The Bastion’s probably a buffet by now."

Cloud’s jaw tightened, guilt flashing in his eyes.

Alvaro caught it immediately.

"What, feeling bad you didn’t stay behind to die with them?" he teased.

Cloud didn’t rise to it. He simply stared forward, jaw like granite.

Sasha opened her mouth to comfort Cloud—but Alvaro spoke first:

"I found a chance to escape... and I took it." He flashed a wink at Sasha in the mirror. "I told you I’d come get you."

Sasha smiled... and Cloud noticed. His hands curled into fists.

"What now?" Cloud muttered. "Maybe we should try to take the Bastion back. We’ll have to fight for it, sure—but it has walls, gates, even a small farming garden and a working well. It’s not much, but we could actually live there and stay protected."

Alvaro stabbed a finger toward the windshield. "You want to go back there? Be my guest. We can drop you here."

Cloud glared. "On second thought, I’ve got no reason to go back. Sasha needs me here. And with her space ring, it’s safer and more comfortable sticking with her than returning there."

Alvaro scoffed. "Correction—she has me. We’ve been together since day one. We know how to survive just fine. I protected her long before you came along. She doesn’t actually need you."

Cloud bristled. "You can shoot. Good. But I know how to survive. I can fight. And I won’t let anything happen to Sasha."

"Oh please. Sasha doesn’t need another bodyguard—"

Cloud cut him off coldly, "You’re right. So why don’t you leave?"

Alvaro slammed the brakes just enough to make Cloud jolt.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me," Cloud answered, eyes narrowed. "I’m not leaving her side, so maybe you should? She has me now, I can take care of her better than you can."

Sasha pinched the bridge of her nose. "Boys—can we not?"

Too late.

Both men turned toward her and demanded in unison:

"Sasha. Who do you want with you?"

"Who protects you better?"

And then—just to twist the knife deeper:

"Who fuck you better?"

Sasha stared at them... and felt a headache worthy of the apocalypse.

She slumped back in her seat.

Why do the men survive zombies but not common sense and their ego?

Sasha rubbed her temples as Cloud and Alvaro threw daggers at each other with their eyes from the passenger and driver seats.

"Can you two just focus on the road? If you don’t shut up, there will be no food for the rest of the day for you two."

Miraculously, they stopped arguing.

They just... glared.

Silence.

Finally.

Blessed silence.

"I’m getting some sleep," Sasha sighed, leaning back. "So please don’t kill each other while I’m unconscious."

"No promises," they both muttered at the exact same time.

She rolled her eyes. These two were going to be the death of her sanity.

Traveling north with them had its perks:

Monsters? They handled that.

Protection? They stood like walls around her.

All she had to do was cook and give them supplies.

But the downside?

They were too protective.

Too competitive.

Too busy blocking each other... to let either one have sex with her.

Their rivalry had reached a point where even holding her hand became a battle.

If Alvaro sat beside her, Cloud inserted himself between them.

If Cloud pulled her close, Alvaro suddenly needed to "adjust the seat."

Sasha was done.

One night, when the tension felt thick enough to choke on, she pushed her chair back and glared at both men.

"Listen up. This ridiculous competition? It ends tonight."

Cloud blinked. Alvaro raised a brow.

"If you want to be with me," she continued, tone sharp and seriously frustrated, "stop ruining every moment and learn to share my pussy instead of blocking each other’s cock."

She hadn’t had sex for weeks! Her body was killing her!

Alvaro smirked instantly — he was always open for new things.

Cloud looked like he’d been asked to solve quantum physics without notes.

"W-what?" Cloud stammered. "H-how could you say something so . . . vulgar?"

"It’s called being honest," Sasha said, crossing her arms. "You two, should just fuck me at the same time."

Alvaro leaned back, and stifled a laugh. "Told you she likes bold men."

Cloud shot him a death glare. "Shut up."

Sasha stepped closer — close enough to tilt both their worlds sideways. "You two either fuck me, or one of you get out the van and stood guard while I satisfy myself with one of your cock."

The air shifted — thick, heated, daring.

Alvaro grinned like the devil who’d been waiting for this invitation. "I’m fine with threesomes. The question is, are you?"

Cloud swallowed, his ears red, but he had a feeling that this would happen.

Cloud drew a steady breath.

"Fine," he said quietly, but with determination. "I’m not backing down."

Alvaro chuckled under his breath. "There we go."

Sasha smiled, satisfied.

"Alright then. You two, come here at the back."