Women there are treated like slaves, they are punished if they act out of line. Acting out of line is such a subjective concept everywhere anyway. There seems to be consensus around the world about what exactlyacting out of lineis, but not in Saudi Arabia. In that place, a woman could be whipped over a hundred times because she speaks among men.
I’m sure there are things I don’t even know could happen to me. Countless reasons to stop any idea of going there.
But, I don’t care.
I have to go, he needs my help, even if that means I’ll die trying. I just have to remember my training. I’ll be okay.
I take a deep breath.
* * *
After hours and hours online, searching for answers and opening every link I can find that has the wordsSaudiandArabiaon it, I make a decision – a choice I made a long time ago. I just needed to study every other possibility first.
I’m going.
Obviously, I’ll get in illegally. I’ll blend in, no matter what.
I’ll find him.
I’ll find him. Definitely.
But first I need to know exactly where he is.
Saudi Arabia is huge. Going there without a rough location would inevitably get me killed, and that is not exactly so bad when you think that extreme torture and rape are on the table as well.
Dammit!
The only person who has all the information I need is the same one I just deceived, baited and bullied. We’re not in a good place right now. Shit, he probably hates my guts, and with a good reason.
I need to make this right, though. I have to find Carter soon and explain to him why he doesn’t need to be my babysitter. Maybe he’ll understand and then I can try to convince him to confess where Bruno is.
After that… I… I don’t know.
Knock! Knock!
Someone is at my front door.
Please let it be Carter.
Chapter Ten
CARTER
I pull over my bike and turn off the engine, jump off and quickly make my way toward some bushes.
I have a clear view of Sarah’s front yard. She is there on the sidewalk having a conversation with the asshole.
I’m screwed.
Oh yeah, totally fucked up.
I’m hiding like a pussy trying to listen to what they’re talking about, but I can’t hear shit. I have my days numbered. Bruno is going to skin me alive for this as soon as he gets back. At least I know I’m not the only one. This motherfucker is going to get some as well. He is so screwed, just like me – maybe even more than me, ’cause I’m not trying to fuck Bruno’s property.
It’s so obvious, if I can see it crystal clear then she definitely sees it to. Rage wants Sarah, not as a bike whore, oh no, he wants her for himself. But what he doesn’t know is that I will do anything to prevent that from happening. Sarah needs to move on, but it doesn’t mean she has to trip over and fall on the claws of this fucking asshole.
I know tons of guys like him, mainly because Iamlike him, so I know exactly what he is thinking about when it comes to women.
Ain’t.
