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A tread sounded outside the tent before the doorway’s fabric was flipped aside, silhouetting Arif’s portly figure. She cast bleary eyes his way and almost giggled. He looked like a caricature of a person. A pig. No, a warthog.
She gave into the laugh, and he scowled as his hard gaze took in her half-drunken state.
“You been stealing from me, bitch?” He stepped inside the tent, the fabric swishing shut behind him and bringing everything back into gloomy shadow.
She lifted the jug, red wine sloshing free. “You haven’t exactly been hospitable. I had to help myself.”
“Then you won’t mind if I do the same.”
She knew exactly what he meant, but a part of her wanted to pretend none of this was happening. She lifted the wine jug. “Sure. Have as much wine as you want.”
“If I wanted wine I wouldn’t be here with you.” He took off his sandals, then his headgear and robe, and her heart missed a beat as he exposed his fat, hairy body that was all too apparent even in the shadows. His cock was as stubby as his body, thick and squat, and as gross as the gray thatch of hair it poked out from, his mostly bald head gleaming in what was left of the daylight.
She shuffled backward with the jug until the tent wall stopped her from going any further. “In that case, Idomind.”
He stepped forward. “I don’t care what you—”
Squelch.
The look of horror that crossed his face as he stepped in her little welcoming package of sick left her giggling so hysterically hard she was gasping for breath.
“Bitch!” he roared.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jamal moved to edge of the helicopter’s passenger seat and peered through the open door where air rushed through. He scowled as Yusef sprinted for his life below them, away from the twin mounds of sand in the dunes and toward the boat where he intended on making his escape.
“What the fuck was he doing in the dunes?” Jamal growled into the headset, though his mind already knew exactly what the bastard had been doing.
The pilot took his eyes off his instruments to glance down at the ground below. There was no mistaking the pair of horizontal shapes of sand from high in the air. The pilot nodded at the mounds. “It looks as though he was digging graves.”
Jamal’s throat convulsed as nausea threatened.Fuck.Was it possible his wife was already dead and buried? Was he already too late to save her?
No.He’dfeelit if she was gone. She’d become a part of his life and he’d know it if that part was missing.
He glanced back at the bleeping screen on the tracking device, which revealed Yusef’s getaway. Yasmine wasn’t anywhere in sight so it stood to reason Yusef had taken her wedding and engagement rings.
Asshole.
“Land us on the beach,” he commanded.
The pilot nodded, but said, “Yusef will likely already be in the boat by the time—“
“Then angle us in the air so that I have a clear shot,” he interjected as he pulled free a gun. His pilot was right, Jamal’s usual quick thinking deserting him thanks to his fears. “And keep it steady.”
The pilot maneuvered the bird into place even as Jamal leaned out and aimed at his ex-security guard.
Bang.
Jamal’s shot was true and he felt a small measure of satisfaction as Yusef fell to the ground, no doubt shrieking in agony thanks to one of his knees getting blown out. He was crippled now and wouldn’t be going anywhere.
The pilot whistled into his headset. “I heard you were an expert marksman. That proves it.”
Jamal wasn’t in any mood for pleasantries, not with his wife still missing. But it wasn’t the pilot’s fault Jamal had let down his guard and Yasmine had paid the price. “The bastard took my wife,” he growled. “He never stood a chance.”
When the helicopter landed, Jamal got out, ducking low under the rotors as he stalked toward the man he’d once trusted with his own life along with his wife’s.
Big mistake.One that wouldn’t ever be repeated again.
