“She’s already dead!” Rage yells at me.
Silence falls between us for a second.
“What’s with the yelling?” I ask, but he doesn’t reply. “Is there something you're not telling me, big boy?”
He still doesn’t reply but he doesn’t look away.
Wait a minute… Does Sarah mean something more to him than just a pussy to fuck?
Oh god…
Is this what I think it is?
“Hold on…” I start laughing, because that thought is wrong. “Are you serious right now? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What are you talking about, pretty boy?” He is serious.
“Don’t play stupid. You like her!” I say and immediately laugh my ass off, “You–” I howl. “You really like her!”
He yells again, failing to conceal his emotions, “Are you high? Or did you hit your head when I put you down?” But I can see he is nervous and uncomfortable.
This has just made my day.
“Biker, let me give you some free advice. You are going to lose this one. Bruno and Sarah have an extremely strong bond. They are really connected, something I can’t put into words. They went through a lot of shit together, and that is something you will never change,” I say to a speechless Rage. “You haven’t seen her looking for him like I have. I’m witness to her determination and undying love. It’s been two years, and her energy is as high as the first day.”
Annoyed, he glares at me.
“And if you see all that so clearly, how come are you letting her suffer? How come Bruno didn’t say where he was going?”
He is clearly disappointed in me.
“Because he knew she would go after him, and that’s why he asked me to keep an eye on her.”
“Bruno made it worse by not telling her the truth. Not knowing where he is has been eating her alive every single day, you can see that much, can’t you? You two are really fucking sadistic.”
“What’s done is done! So please, stay out of this!”
Rage sighs. “’Pretty boy, you really have no fucking idea who you’re talking to. I will make sure she gets to Saudi safe.”
“You can’t. You’ll get her killed. Why can’t you understand this?” I yell this time, angry and frustrated.
Rage raises his hand and puts it on my shoulder. I don’t know what to do. All this shit is fucking awkward.
“The one that doesn’t understand is you. This is happening, she’s going and I’m helping her. So tell me, pretty boy, are you going to stay hidden behind the bushes?” He utters this while slowly walking to his bike.
“Wait. Wait! How are you going to do that?” I’m as curious as fuck.
“I’m not telling you shit. After all, you just said you were going to do everything you can to stop her,” he replies with his smartass attitude.
Then, it hits me. I’m not screwed. I’m fucking dead. There’s nothing I can really do to prevent this. I lost, but more importantly, I failed Bruno by opening my damn mouth.
I guess there’s no other way to do this, so I say, “Hey, if you’re really going to do this, at least let me help you.” And I hate myself for it.
“Oh! You are on board now?” Rage lays on the sarcasm.
“I am, but let me be extremely clear here. I’m doing this for her, not you. Got it?” I say it as serious and clear as I can.
“Fine by me. Let’s go have a little talk with her.”
