There it is, the look he understands now, I don't need a verbal confirmation; he knows I'm referring to whom he calls Magno.
“You son of a bitch!” He’s getting worked up.
“But wait! Razzag, wait! There’s more. Once Dante’s family learned they killed him, his older brother swore to fight horrible men like the one I’m referring to and he did exactly that by destroying every single organization that had assholes like that at the helm.”
His face changes again; he knows where this conversation is heading, because he was financing the organizations I brought down.
“That's how Dante’s brother met Abdel...or should I say I did.”
Razzag’s temper bursts into a myriad of insults being yelled at me, trying to distract my attention while he opens the first drawer in his desk, grabs a revolver and pulls the trigger twice; but only one shot echoed in our surroundings.
Silence engulfs the room.
Razzag and I stare at each other.
He looks puzzled at his gun, but mine is the one smoking.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t know about your hidden gun? Please have a seat. Now.”
He begins to bleed from his left shoulder, and moans in pain.
Ignoring his whines, I keep the story moving. “Adbel, an overly trusting man, introduced his resourceful brat of a son Asad to Dante’s brother A.K.A.me,”I smile like a maniac, “After learning Dante was still alive I was able to find you to bring you down with all your power. Keeping Dante alive was your little mistake, and I thank you for that.”
He looks perplexed.
“I think I have enough information about you and your organization to write a whole book...do you think I should? Maybe. I can't wait to write the chapter where I compare which men of the Hakme family begged for their life the loudest at the moment of their impending doom. Your nephew the biggest pussy of all is winning that crown so far, but who’s counting? Abdel is definitely up for bravest coward if you can believe that, though I haven’t decided which award you’ll be getting after I’m done with the story.”
“Fuck you.” he says in plain English.
Razzag's elegance and power has been slowly evaporating since we started this dance; sweat covers his greasy face and thick neck. He has his right hand pressing against the wound in his shoulder.
“Listen to my words, you filthy American, you can kill me here and now, but there is no way you will make it out of here alive. And even if you somehow manage to do that, my sons will avenge my death, there won't be a single corner in the entire earth where you can hide, they will find you and that little whore you have by your side, you will never be able to sleep in peace again.”
I let off a second round from my gun that goes directly to his right shoulder.
“Arrgggh!” Razzag, with both shoulders shot, complains.
“Don't talk like that about my future wife Razzag, that’s disrespectful, I don't call Amira a whore in front of Dante, it's basic human decency.”
His face gets angry red and starts spewing incoherent words.
Good, that's what I wanted.
“She’s mine and mine alone, you touch her and I—” saliva drips down his chin, he’s losing control.
“You don’t have to worry about me. My brother on the other hand…” I laugh.
“I'm going to kill you, Miles, or whatever the fuck your name is.”
“You say that, but you’re the only one bleeding in this room.”
I get up from my chair; I walk around the desk and rest my hip on the hardwood surface.
“Tell me something, how does it feel to know that your precious and traumatized daughter helped us tonight?” He doesn't answer. “And that the same man who killed your brother is going to kill you too? It must be hard to have those thoughts before you meet your maker.”
“Where is Wasim?” he whispers in defeat.
“Oh! I thought you knew!” I pretend to be surprised. “Sarah took care of him, it seems your son is a carbon copy of you and can't keep his hands to himself, although he was lucky it was Sarah who killed him.” I tap his shoulder in a friendly way, he groans in pain. “If I had the pleasure, believe me, we would’ve had a good time first, just like you and I right now.” I pull my left sleeve back just enough to check the time on my Rolex. “But who has time for that?! Although “The Professor” is dying to leave his mark, people depend on me and the time is running out. Goodbye Razzag, I hope you meet your brother in the same hell hole I sent him years ago.”
