Page 92 of Depths of Destruction
Andre lunges at him and grabs his throat, but a man with long hair butts the gun up to his head, and he freezes.
"Remove your hands."
Andre clenches his jaw and slowly releases Darien.
"Where's my boat?" Darien barks in my face.
"Off the coast of Tela." I blurt out.
"Get away from her," Andre growls.
Darien laughs and turns to him. "Or you're going to what? Lock me in another closet?"
Andre's face hardens.
"Darien, your boat is off the coast of Tela. We used the kayak to get to shore. Leave us alone now," I beg him.
Disgust and such an evil expression cross his face that if I weren't witnessing it, I wouldn't believe it was possible. "Let's go." He grips my biceps and drags me with him.
"Darien," Andre shouts, but he isn't listening.
We get outside.
"What are you doing?" I cry out.
He opens the door to an SUV and shoves me inside then slams the door.
I try to get out, but the door won't open, and he gets in on the other side.
"Let me out."
"Shut up, Naomi." He starts the car and reverses out of the driveway.
"What are they going to do to him?" I ask, freaking out they will kill Andre.
He scowls and barks, "Is that all you can say to me?"
He's officially crazy.
How did I not know his true colors?
"Well?" he yells, and I jump.
"What do you want me to say?"
"You brought another man to my house then stole my boat."
"I'm... I'm sorry, Darien. You called Interpol."
"To come get Rambo."
"Don't call him that."
My response angers him. He pulls the car over then yanks my face toward him.
"Ow. Stop. Please. You're hurting me."
Darien's eyes are bloodshot, and spit flies out of his mouth when he says, "Forget about him."
