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held him still against the wall, his mind rapidly processing through everything Mateen was telling him.
    “That could only mean she is a spy,” Mateen continued.
    “It doesn’t mean jack,” Adam minced. “She could have just erased it for the heck of it.”
    “I was trying to figure that out when you barged in here!”
    “You were going to kill her! And that’s not something I’m willing to risk when we’re hoping to secure relations with the Americans.”
    “We don’t need those cocksuckers.”
    “Tell that to your dick, when you have the need to fuck with new guns again,” said Adam, glaring into the man’s eyes. “These are marines and they have the best weapons in the market. We can’t risk being in the centre of an international media warfare. We don’t want them withdrawing from negotiations, Mateen. I worked my ass off to get this close. And I’m not going to let you fuck it all up because you got trigger happy with a fucking tourist! Now, are you gonna back-off?”
    Mateen threw up his hands against the wall as a sign of submission. Adam drew back and then waited until he left the room. He let out a breath of relief, thanking his lucky stars that Mateen didn’t choose to fight him on the matter.
    He strode up to Freba. She was sitting next to the woman with a protective arm around her, trying to calm her down. The woman was visibly shaken, not a particularly healthy sign for someone who was allegedly a spy. Spies went into the battlefield knowing that they would probably suffer a worse fate than a POW. They made peace with their deaths long before they were captured and killed. He should know.
    The woman raised her eyes and the moment they locked with his, he could almost feel his heart clamp. His instincts told him that her fate was going to be sealed with his forever.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Mateen rolled some hash into his cigarette. He needed to calm himself down after that altercation with Adam. Fucking cunt , he swore under his breath. She had come between brothers. There was no room for cunts like her in this world.
    It wasn’t the first time Adam had disagreed with Mateen over something. But this was certainly the only time Adam had hauled Mateen by the collar over a woman. Mateen sniffed the odor rising out of the powdery hash. He wasn’t afraid of Adam. If opportunity had it, he’d give Adam as good as he got. But he knew there were skills Adam had that he had never mastered. One of them was hand-to-hand combat skills. Adam moved too fast for any one’s good.
    He sneered. They may be brothers in war, but Adam was one brother he’d gladly put a bullet through if he had the chance. The problem was he didn’t have the social skills Adam possessed. Adam carried all the burdens of negotiations and other bullshit like that in Darul-Ilhaam, giving him all the time he wanted to play with his guns. The best days were those when he caught a traitor lurking about in Darul-Ilhaam. He would salivate with eagerness while he would watch the fucker scream and beg for mercy as he would torture him. Executions of the bastards were only carried out once he had got bored with them. Then, it was time to find another playmate. Except in this instance, Adam had interfered in the game, disrupting it.
    He lit his cigarette and then put it daintily between his lips, drawing the fumes into his lungs. Was Adam perhaps personally interested in that foreign whore? She was beautiful. He remembered some people at Dal Lake referring to her as Aishwarya when he had enquired about her. With that fair skin and green eyes, it was possible she had captured the heart of the otherwise rogue leader of Darul-Ilhaam. The Adam he knew usually refused to keep any kind of sordid affiliations with a woman. But Nora Jennings could probably be the first whore Adam was likely to add to his harem.
    The thought of Adam pounding into her, making her scream and begging for more, aroused him. Suddenly, he wanted her too. He wanted to