Armageddon Cometh, Species Intervention #6609 Book Three by JK Accinni

Author:JK Accinni [Accinni, J.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JK Accinni
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Lita zipped up her fly. Tucking her blue and white cotton checkered shirt into her jeans, she surveyed her bedroom to see if she had overlooked anything. She was the happiest she’d been since Omar Nasir had called to announce his demands for her attention. She found it very difficult to beg off without making him suspicious. Damn. Just when I’d finally found myself on the cusp of a new life. She had been all set to ship her furniture north and disappear when she had made the mistake of answering her cell without checking to identify the caller first. Trapped.

The days with him at the Ritz Carlton had crawled unbearably. She had even less tolerance for him now, knowing she was only a hairbreadth away from getting a real life back. She felt the pain he inflicted on her more intensely. She found it harder to smile and beguile him. She loathed his selfish, egotistical, demeaning, chauvinistic, condescending, misogynistic . . . did I leave out the fact that he possesses a small dick—thank heavens–and frequently reeks of body odor?

She laughed deliciously for the first time in almost a decade. Yes, she thought, that’s how freedom tastes. She made a note to call her parents. They would be ecstatic. She lived with many restrictions when undercover and her communications with her parents suffered. They didn’t even know where she lived. Slipping into her sneakers, she heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, she realized the movers were here, albeit early. Didn’t matter. She was raring to go.

Grabbing her purse, she took out the engagement ring Omar had given her. She didn’t doubt the significant value of the diamond. Slipping it back into her purse, she decided she would sell it and give the proceeds to the scholarship fund offered by the company for children of agents killed in the field. The doorbell rang again. The movers. She ran to answer it, dancing on air.

*

Omar Nasir prepared for his long-awaited meeting with the imams. It was still early in the morning, the Florida sun just starting its relentless pounding on the hapless inhabitants who had failed to escape to their essential air conditioning. He stretched out on his deceased wife’s comfortable antique fainting sofa in their bedroom. He found it difficult to get motivated, still mystified as to the imams’ agenda.

He tried, discreetly, to put feelers out within his network as to the purpose of the meeting. He didn’t doubt that the news of his engagement had reached them by now. That should make them very happy, as they pressured him incessantly to take a wife to the White House. They wanted him to appeal to the parts of the country which revered family and traditional values, which was not the normal Socialist New World Party’s base.

The imams wanted to make sure that everyone loved and trusted him, so the public wouldn’t see the end coming. Twenty years in the planning, one must admire their patience. And the respect they commanded. Their tentacles reached far and wide.

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