Hessa wasn’t looking for love when she met Sheikh Rafiq Rahim al-Nassir and he wasn’t looking for a wife. But when danger threatens and death is the consequence, the pretense stops. Their hearts finally open, their lips finally taste and their bodies finally speak.
Rafiq reloaded his gun, raised it and aimed it at Shahin. His heart raced. If he missed, he would kill Hessa. “This is between you and me, Shahin,” Rafiq said. “Not her. Let her go.”
Shahin calmly smiled. “Now, why would I do that? We both know you’re not going to risk shooting her.”
Rafiq inched closer, looking for a better angle; a better shot. “Don’t be so sure about that.”
Shahin dug his knife deeper into Hessa’s skin, making her cry out. “Step back,” he said. “I’ll kill her!”
“Go ahead. Then, I’ll kill you.”
Shahin chuckled. “Do you hear that, Hessa? He doesn’t care if you live or die, but that hardly surprises me. Has he told you about his first wife, Fauzia? How he stood by and let her die too.”