“Well, the president of the club is not Bruno's BFF, although they worked together on a few occasions. This guy saved my damn life for God's sakeandSarah's. Bruno prefers to stay away from him, and by proxy he wants us to do the same thing. He never succeeded though, neither with me, nor with Sarah.”
“Sarah? How is she involved?”
Shit. Me and my big mouth. “That's a delicate part of the story. My president,”agh, I hate to call him that, thank god he is not here to make fun of me, “and Sarah became very close when she went to Arabia. He was the one who made it possible.”
“Oh, I think I know who you're talking about. Bruno mentioned something about a man who wants to steal Sarah from him.”
I laugh, “Steal her? Shit, if it was up to Rage, he would have kidnapped her and put her in a fucking bunker.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, ‘oh’, anyway, Bruno's not gonna like it, but I'm finally ready to hear his threats.”
Dante pays attention to my whining, there's a lot to tell, and he was hungry to know. His eyes open and he listens to me like when you told a fantasy story to a child.
“There's something I don't understand," Dante mutters. “Why didn't Bruno and Sarah leave together in the first place?”
Man... “Well, Bruno didn't want to put her in danger and at that time Sarah was in no condition, she had just come out of...”Wait a minute, you can't tell him that story. Not until Bruno decides to!
“Out of what?” he pushes my answer.
“Did I say to get out? I meant to get into military school, that's right, military school.” The Oscar goes to...
“Oh, that's strange, Bruno told me he met her in the army, I thought—”
ABORT! ABORT!
“Look, ask him, I'm not good with dates...hey.” Hello change of subject. “Who's that woman to you? Where is she?” I know who she is, but I can tell that Dante has a soft spot for her.
Dante watches the room, his face is restless, suddenly he's aged years.
“Amira is the daughter of my former master.”
“Is she's your...girlfriend? Lover?”
“She is my friend.”
“Wait, did you say, friend? You're telling me you brought her here and you're not even fucking her? She's the fucking enemy, Dante, for Christ's sake!”
“Carter. Listen to me. She's a victim, just like me.”
Fuck!
“They're going to come for her!”
“Who's going to come for me?” the woman appears behind me; her face is full of fear.
Dante gets up automatically and walks towards her.
“No one, no one is going to come for you Amira.”
My cousin looks at me, irritated by my little attack. “Carter is just worried.”
This is my way out; this is when I must escape from this madhouse.
I walk to the door, but the damn lock turns before I grab it.
Fuck!
