Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (diy ebook reader TXT) 📕

“Errands,” I answered lightly, and laid my hand on the silver suitcase next to me. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the back window of the Mercedes-Benz she had just emerged from lower slightly, no more than half an inch, but enough to draw my attention. “Ahh, I see you are not alone,” I said.

“I am with you now. That is what is important, no?”

“And are you going to stay with me?”

“Stay where?”

“Come with me to Tel Aviv? Could you leave everything to come and live with me in Israel?”

“Is this a marriage proposal?” she asked and smiled.

“No. Not yet. But you know I am madly in love with you and there will be a marriage proposal at some point. It’s only that I don’t have an engagement ring with me here.”

“But you have a suitcase worth a lot of money…”

“It is only worth a lot to the State of Israel. Many years have been put into this and the knowledge within it is priceless.

“And what does this suitcase do?”

“It controls the Israeli satellite, which is to be launched next month.”

“You are offering me a marriage proposal, but you haven’t offered me a kiss yet?” A disappointed look mixed with a sweet smile on her face.

I got up from my seat and held my hand out to her. She took it and stood up, close to me. Even with her high heel shoes, she was still about four inches shorter than me. I leaned over and kissed her. When I felt the barrel poke into my stomach, it was already too late. The shot that came next threw me to the floor. All I saw was her high heels walking away, her black dress fluttering in the breeze, and the silver suitcase vanishing inside of the red Mercedes-Benz.

Guy Niava,

August 2016

“She didn’t have any other choice,” David Gideoni said, for the fifth time.

“You are right” I agreed, for the fifth time. “She really had no choice.” We both knew that she did have a choice. She could have left everything and joined me in Tel Aviv. It was an option we had considered. Gideoni had heard me out, but he hated the idea, but in the end, he had come around.

“She had to show that she was prepared to go all the way for his organization, just as she had to kill you, otherwise she could never have rebuilt her business. She wouldn’t have been able to save her people and he would have continued burning it down over and over again.”

We were both watching her through the binoculars. She was so pretty and supple that it was hard not to look only at her and forget to look around as well. Behind us, we heard the voice of the tech guy on the mission: “They have arrived and are sitting at the table she has set for them.”

“Is the bugging device in place?”

“We have devices all over because we intercepted her cell phone and wired the whole restaurant with bugging devices.”

“The suitcase, despite the changes we made, contains new technology. It is such a pity to lose it!” said Gideoni, for the fifth time. The times before he’d added a detailed explanation, which he luckily spared us from this time, maybe because a critical meeting was unfolding before our eyes.

“The fact that a drug cartel can take revenge on a country is disgraceful,” stated someone behind me.

I quietly answered, “They have too much money and a dubious sense of honor, which they feel the need to protect.”

I heard Zorro’s voice in the earpiece, “Gentlemen, I represent a big organization interested in selling this suitcase he has in his possession.”

“And I represent an organization happy to buy this suitcase,” said a male voice with a heavy accent.

“But before the money, it is important for us to know what the head of your organization is going to do with this suitcase.” That was Zorro.

A short little waitress approached and asked what they would like to order. Two men ordered water and Zorro asked for a can of Coke. The waitress walked off and the negotiations continued.

“The head of the organization I represent wants to warn the original owners of the suitcase, not to interfere with his business and he also wishes to punish them for their insolence toward him.” Then she asked, “Can your organization meet these standards?”

“Our organization performs operations no less complicated than this one,” the young man answered. “We will be happy to avenge on behalf of the head of your organization against the original owners of the suitcase.”

The waitress reappeared, and soon there was the sound of cans being opened.

“For us, revenge is a mission from Allah.”

Zorro took a small sip and added, “By the way, I also have a personal interest, because my business has been burned down to the ground because of their interference.”

“The connection has been made!” the tech man behind us announced happily. “They have received the order to go ahead with negotiations about the price. I am trying to locate the source.”

“If so, we can begin the negotiations,” said the older man of the two men. “How much are you requesting?” asked the older man.

“One hundred million dollars,” Zorro answered without hesitating.

“She has also received authorization,” said the tech man.

“Ten million dollars should cover the value of the suitcase more accurately,” said the older man.

“Didn’t I already say that they had too much spending money?” I asked quietly.

“That’s a very large difference of opinion,” Zorro stated.

“On the other hand,” said the older man, “Think about the diplomatic complication that I have saved you from. We are taking all the risk upon ourselves. In fact, you should be paying us for the activity that we will carry out on your behalf upon receiving this suitcase.”

Zorro’s cell phone received a text message, which showed up on our screen as well: Twenty-five million is the lowest bid. I am not willing to go any lower. They will kiss your