Page 72 of Depths of Destruction
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Andre
Hour after hour,I drive in the dark, my anger flaring between Naomi and myself.
I only should be mad at Darien.
Nope. I'm a dickhead, too, for how I treated Naomi.
Listening to Naomi tell Darien she missed him was like taking a razor and slashing it on my skin.
Then she kissed him.
Well, he kissed her.
She didn't get out of it.
She couldn't when he had a death grip on her.
I went up to Darien's room to tell Naomi Interpol was coming. It only took me a few minutes to hack into Darien's laptop and trace his phone.
His Rambo comments made me believe he thought I was a stupid meathead and underestimated my intelligence. But I knew something was off. I'm still not sure what his real story is, but I knew I needed to do something to trace his activities from the day.
When I saw he had spoken with Interpol for over eighty minutes, my gut dropped. I hacked into the Interpol internal system and saw what team was coming to find me and where they were at.
Interpol was sending my team to get us. My guys.
Then I went upstairs to get Naomi and heard and saw her with him. I thought I was going to get sick. I went downstairs so I didn't kill him. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to pull the trigger.
The last time I caught my woman with another man, it was my wife. She was getting fucked doggy style in my bed by the postman.
It's been twenty years since that day, but catching Naomi with Darien stirred every bit of rage in me.
But I don't remember it feeling this bad when I caught my wife. The gnawing feeling in my stomach only grows. The image of Darien touching Naomi is bad enough, but the one of him kissing her, holding her as if she were his, creates a rage so deep within me, I struggle to breathe.
The salty ocean air flares in my nostrils but does nothing to calm my nerves.
Naomi may have been the one lip-locked with her ex, but I messed up, and I know it. The farther I drive into the darkness of the night, the clearer my mistake becomes.
Everything was going so well.
I just had to make her feel worse.
She was trying to tell me what happened, and I didn't even give her a chance to explain.
And I know Darien is an ass. I knew he would try something.
I dropped my guard.
But she said she missed him.
They were friends for twenty years. Give her a break.
Jesus. When did I become a jealous asshole?
I slow the boat down and check the coordinates. Geography is something Interpol made me study, so I know we're heading east. If I continue, I'll end up on the island of Coxen Hole or the smaller island of Utila, which are both parts of Honduras. Knowing Darien called Interpol and he knows we are heading to Omoa means it's not going to be safe there. But I don't know if we have enough fuel to get to Coxen Hole or Utila.
I hope the others aren't in danger going to Omoa.
