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"Do not play this game, Khalid. "
Khalid threw himself into the tub, covering her as bullets tore through the bathroom door, the lock shattering. A foot against the panel, and Aman was staring in at them with a smile on his face before he threw himself to the side, barely escaping the gunfire Khalid spewed toward him.
"Ah, you are getting smarter," Aman called out. "Come out and play, Khalid. Come, my brother, and perhaps I will share your woman with you before I cut her depraved cunt from her body. "
Chapter 20
Where the fuck was Shayne?
Khalid crouched over Marty's body, fighting to protect her, to give Shayne time to hear the weapons firing and to come running.
He knew she was lying to him. She had been hit. Her blood had sprayed his thigh as the bullet tore through her hip. Jumping for the opposite side of the bed had
most likely saved her life, as Aman had been aiming for another shot even as she moved.
"You're fucking up, Aman," he called out to the other man. "You won't leave here alive. "
"Do you think I came alone?" Aman was laughing. "I came with friends. One has bound Abdul to keep him safe, the others search your home now to ensure we missed no one. You are isolated, Khalid. No one will help you now. "
Khalid breathed in roughly. Shayne was a damned good agent. He wasn't that easy to catch unaware. "Your father won't like having Abdul harmed, Aman," Khalid reminded him.
"Father is a sentimental old fool," Aman called back. "But Abdul will live, as per his orders, just as you will, brother. Though I doubt Father will shed many tears for Abram. You know he sent us for him. "
Khalid stilled. That was impossible. Azir would have never sent his sons to kill his heir.
"Abram thought he could leave his home, his country," Aman called out. "He thought he could abdicate the future of his throne and his father would tolerate such a betrayal. Azir ordered Abram's death. Just as he will one day order yours. "
He felt Marty moving behind him, her breath catching in obvious pain as she slid around him.
"Come, Khalid, let's not draw this out any further than we must," Aman chided him. "Let me kill your little whore, then I will be gone from your life again. At least, until you find another diseased bitch to take your depraved cock. "
"Bastard," Marty snarled. "I want to cut his fucking dick off. "
He stared back at her almost in shock. His ladylike little Marty had a mouth on her that could possibly almost match his own. He'd have to discuss this with her.
If they lived.
God, if they lived.
He narrowed his eyes on the door frame, watching the shadow that moved just outside it. The light spilled over Aman in a way that allowed Khalid to track him by tracking his shadow. His brother still hadn't learned to watch his ass. He had always depended on his father to watch his back. His father wasn't here now.
"We need to distract him," Marty whispered softly behind him. "We need to get him to edge closer to the frame. The P90 will pass through the wall, Khalid. "
Khalid shook his head. "It's reinforced. I suspect Aman knows this, as my employees did. It will do no good to shoot anything other than the door. The bullets will be stopped by the layer of steel within the walls. "
She sighed heavily behind him.
"My cell phone is in the bedroom," she said. "We're fucked if we have to stay here. "
Their ammunition was limited, whereas he had glimpsed the backpack Aman carried. No doubt his brother was fully stocked.
"We'll just have to make every bullet count," Khalid told her quietly.
"I believe before I kill your whore, I want to fuck her. " Aman was trying to push every button he thought Khalid possessed. "It was I who cut Lessa's betraying cunt from her body, Khalid. She was alive as I did so. She cried and begged, and in the end she screamed for her depraved husband and her bastard lover. But you weren't there, were you?" He laughed viciously. "Do you think my wife screamed for me when she died?"
"I think she died instantly," Khalid called back. "I doubt she even thought of you, Aman. I would guess she was happy to leave this life and her insane husband behind. "
No doubt, Khalid thought, the woman had been as crazy as Aman was. She built many of the bombs that went into the vests of suicide bombers and helped Aman to plot many of the merciless attacks that had been made by the terrorist cell he led.
