Into The Fire (A Diana Weick Thriller Book 2) by Cate Clarke

Author:Cate Clarke [Clarke, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Diana Weick

Dubai, U.A.E.

Where the hell was Amber?

The guards thumped on the door. The yacht motor whirred.

A few seconds later, the door was kicked in, and Diana was being dragged out, pushed up against the wall and searched. Their meaty hands made their way under her dress, pulling out the pistol and the knife that had been wrapped around her thigh. They pinned her hands behind her back and shoved her forward into the living space of the lower deck of the yacht.

“Wait here,” one of the guards snapped as he pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit on a curved white leather couch. The porthole window was still open, the smell of the ocean filtering into the room under the smell of booze and hookah from upstairs.

The other guard stood by the island watching her intently, holding his gun at her while the other made a discrete call in the hallway. He took a moment to check in on the room with the girls. Diana had broken her promise. She wasn’t going to be able to save those girls tonight and after tonight, there would be no chance for them. They would be sold off as numbers, marked down as ledgers, their identities completely untraceable and unsavable. Things had not gone according to plan. Things were completely fugazi, Charlie Foxtrot, fucked up.

This time, Diana knew it wasn’t her fault. She kicked her heel against the couch—so frustrated and angry—the sweat on the back of her legs sticking her to the leather.

A man came down the stairs, round and short in another Saudi Arabian military uniform. His tan face was covered in a film of grease, hobbling his way through the hall and past the guards.

He said something to her in Arabic, and when she didn’t reply, he grabbed her hair, pulling at the back of her wig.

She had fastened it well, but the dampness on her forehead had loosened some of the lace front, and she could feel her blonde hairs about to pop out. It didn’t matter anyway because when she didn’t reply to the Arabic for a second time he said, “So it is you.”

“The American that he loves so much,” he continued.

“Adhara Saleh,” she replied.

He grinned and sat down next to her, running a hairy finger up and down her bare arm. Diana yanked herself away, leaning as far away as her pinned wrists would allow her to; ready to dislocate her shoulder if she needed to.

“You know, I think you are as obsessed with him as he is with you,” Saleh said in her ear.

“You underestimate how obsessive he really is,” Diana said.

“I think you’re right,” Saleh stated, leaning back on the couch, spreading out his arms over the spine of it.

She could smell every bit of him—the remnants of hookah on his jacket, the spilled champagne in his beard, the ash and the burn of a cigar embedded in the hairs on his arm. Outside the window, the waves were picking up speed, slapping harder against the sides of the yacht with every thrust of the boat’s engine.

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