Bruno
Dante gave us a description of Razzag's mansion and according to him, it is the most guarded building inside the complex; I expected this much; after all, a long line of people want him dead. The only difference between those people and me is that today I get to skip to the front of the line.
But that's information only I can handle, not even Sarah knows my plan. I'm not leaving this fucking place until I finish my collection of Hakme brothers.
I can't wait to cross him off the list.
“We can't stay here much longer,” Sarah says, she's still watching out of the window. “I think the search teams have started.”
I'm focusing on where she's looking.
God, I hate hiding in this shitty place.
Sarah opens her eyes wide and warns me something is up by rising her hand in the air, asking for absolute silence.
My senses sharpen when I start to hear footsteps approaching from the grass, Sarah is already looking for weapons around us, I do the same. She takes a pair of rusty pruning shears and I take an iron rod.
The footsteps get closer and closer.
“Amira?” I hear someone whispering from outside.
Sarah positions herself to attack right next to the door, I lean my heavy body against the door.
Amira is desperate to get up, but Dante pushes her against the floor again, signaling her not to talk.
“It's my brother!” she hisses. “Zahir.”
My eyes dart to Dante, waiting for confirmation, he nods.
“He helped me,” Amira insists, “he can be trusted, please open up!”
I open the door, grab him by the shoulder and pull him inside, slamming him against the side wall in the process.
I press the iron rod again his throat and whisper, “Move and I’ll bury this in your throat as if it was made of butter,” I whisper.
“I'm here to help,” he explains calmly, “get that thing out of my throat if you want to get out of this place.”
Zahir is the youngest son, I don't need to know him to understand that inside his silent and peaceful shell, there is a dark man. I know those types very well, mainly because I am one of them.
Sarah takes my arm and carefully puts it down.
“Let's hear it,” she points out. “If he gives us away, he knows he won't get very far.” Her lethal eyes look at him in anger.
Private Sarah is in the room and it fucking turns me on.
Amira gently gets up as to not wake up the child and slowly walks towards her brother.
“Brother, what's going on out there?” She asks in English, so Sarah and I understand, she doesn’t know that I understand Arabic.
“Father's gone mad,” says Zahir as he fixes his suit. “He knows they escaped from the fire, he knows you pretended to be a customer,” he says to me, “and he knows you're not his slave,” he turns to Sarah. “He's sent out search teams to all the mansions, they're torturing the staff to talk, he's out of control.”
“Zahir,” I ask. “Dante told me about a helipad, what do you know about it?”
“Dante?” He asks in confusion; my blood boils again, but my brother speaks before I explode.
“My name is Dante, not Magno,” he says. “He's my brother,” he says, pointing at me.
Zahir looks at us in amazement.
