Page 45 of His Brother's Wife
Enda spun around to see a furious Raff behind him. Enda sighed. “Go back, Raff. This is my battle.”
“No way.”
Enda shook his head. “Don’t be stupid …you and I both know this is a suicide mission. Don’t leave Inca a widow.”
Raff’s face was hard. “No, just give her a coward as a husband. You go in, I go in. That’s how this is going to work.”
Enda could tell Raff wouldn’t shift. “Fine. Stay behind me. We only have one weapon between us.”
He unlocked the entrance door and slipped inside, Raff close behind him.
Olivier was talking to the F.B.I. Agent in charge, and now he looked around to bring his brother, and his friend, into the conversation. He couldn’t see them anywhere.
Olivier frowned. Where the fuck were they? Then it hit him and he cursed loudly. The F.B.I. Agent looked at him, and Olivier turned his grim-set face toward him.
“Yeah. We may have a problem.”
Armed with a knife, Ama staggered through the hallways, her ears on high alert. She had to duck into rooms she didn’t know were occupied, and more frustratingly, she seemed to be getting deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of tunnels. She paused in a dark corridor, trying to quell the rising panic. She heard two men approaching ad slid back into the darkness.
“What do you think he’s doing to her tonight?” The man had a mocking tone to his voice.
“Don’t know, but I wouldn’t want to be that girl. He’s a sick fucking freak. If he didn’t pay so well, I’d take him out myself. Poor kid.”
“Yeah, right. She looks like a whore.”
“Have some respect, asshole.”
Ama frowned. They hated Jackson as much as she did. Maybe they would help her …no. Don’t be stupid. You’ve just killed their money maker.When they had passed, she tracked back where they had come from and followed the hallways back past the room where Jackson lay dead, then toward the room where she and Selima were held. Something told her this was the right way. She felt a pain shooting through her—a cramp, or maybe her wound had opened up. She glanced down to see blood soaking her bare skin, remembering she was only clad in her underwear. What a fucked-up situation. She nearly giggled, a hysterical reaction to the circumstances.
“Stop right there, beautiful, or you’ll force me to put a bullet in that gorgeous body.”
Ama froze.Shit. Stupid woman. You lost focus. She turned slowly to see one of the guards aiming his pistol at her. “Put the knife down, sweetheart.”
She dropped the knife, raising her hands.
“Where’s Jackson?”
Ama swallowed.No way out now. “Dead. I killed him. So, do what you want to me. He’s dead and I’m fucking glad.”
The guard looked surprised, then grinned. “Good. Then maybe I can have some fun with you before I kill you, gorgeous.”
He had started to approach her when Ama heard the shot. She felt the rush of air over her head and saw the bullet hit the guard straight in the forehead. He dropped like a stone and Ama spun around …to see her love, her Enda, his gun still raised. She couldn’t believe it. Enda lowered the gun and handed it to Raff, who was smiling at her. Enda walked slowly at first, then as Ama started to run toward him, he started to run too and swept her into his arms. Ama was sobbing now, not caring who heard them. Enda kissed her face and her hair, his voice breaking as he told her he loved her over and over.
“Guys, we have to go. Now.” Raff looked apologetic, but Enda nodded. Still carrying Ama, they raced back towards the entrance. As they reached the door, shots rang out, barely missing them, and they threw themselves outside and ran.
Spotlights flooded the area, then, and they blinked in the lights. Chaos ensued. F.B.I. Agents took them to safety, and soon Ama and Enda were in an ambulance racing towards Fresno and a hospital.
At the hospital, a doctor examined her as Enda went to call Olivier. Ama grabbed the doctor’s hand. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered,” No one knows. Can you tell how far along I am?”
The doctor, a kind looking woman, smiled. “We’ll run some tests. Discreetly,” she added. “In the meantime, you’re going to need a minor surgery to help you heal.”
Later, Enda came back, and they enjoyed some alone time, finally. Enda hugged her tightly. “God, to think I nearly lost you.”
Ama relaxed into his arms. “It’s over now, baby. We can be happy.”
“Damn right.”
They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before Ama looked at him, her eyes serious. “I killed Jackson. Your brother.”
