He is right, that was exactly what I was thinking.
“So, what did you say?” I ask, concealing the fear in my thoughts.
“What do you think? I lied like a car salesman.”
“Get serious!” He can’t lie to Bruno; he would tell.
“I am. I fucking lied to him, but I didn’t do it for you. I did it for him, and because of that, my days are numbered.”
“Now you are overreacting.” I giggle. “I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll tell him I forced you. You know I can be very persuasive.”
“That won’t make a difference, and you know it.” He’s uneasy.
It’s a miracle Carter has not had a heart attack already. These past few days he’s been very stressed.
“Why are you doing this?”
He scoffs. “Like I had a choice. Both you and Rage put a gun to my head.”
True.
“I did no such thing, pretty boy, but if it makes you feel better, I can do that right now,” Rage asserts from behind. I can tell he’s far from the mic and can picture him walking to his enormous chair, powerful and intimidating.
Stop!
“Feeling better?” Carter’s humorous. What is he talking about?
“Way fucking better. She still waiting on the ferry?”
“Look who decided to show up,” I tease.
“I’m going to jot that to the lack of sleep and plain fucking idiocy, kiddo.” I can hear him putting his boots on top of his desk.
A woman’s voice speaks over the terminal speakers. “We are now inviting cabin passengers to board. Please have your tickets and ID ready for us. Thank you.”
“Sounds to me that I wasn’t late at all.”
* * *
I have a big window to peer at the sea from my small, yet cozy cabin. It’s equipped with a seat-bed combo so firm it appears to be built from stone, but I’ve had worse… when I was a prisoner. At least this time I have the sea to gently rock me to sleep.
I’m gazing out the window as I stretch my back and let out a loud yawn.
“Make sure the door is locked before going to bed, kiddo.” Rage interrupts my yawn.
“It’s already locked,” I answer, sleepy and irritated. I’m trying to find the most comfortable position. Seems like an impossible task.
“I’ve given you a pass already on that tone. There won’t be another one.”
I remain silent.
“Get some sleep. You will need it, and remember, as soon as you reach Greece there won’t be any comfy beds, private rooms or doors to lock.”
This again?
“Yes, Carter mentioned it earlier,” I respond then add subtly, “No pressure, Sarah.”
“Come again?”
