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

dependent on the emotional state of the two sisters, a delicate ecosystem that seemed unfathomable to the rest of us, but no doubt containing a deep history. A young and brilliant girl doesn’t just choose to disappear from her family and go down a radically different path, which turns her into their enemy. Both sisters were fire and wind. What would be the result of their meeting? We would only know once Gail gave her answer.

“She won’t hurt me, my love, but I am not sure that she’ll let me go. So just in case, I’ll take Gomez with me,” Gail said, slowly.

“I am not sure my love, not sure at all,” El Desconocido said.

“I want the mole’s information. We talked about this. This is our chance,” Gail said.

I realized that the card in our hands was more important than I had anticipated.

“I promise that you will get the information before I release you,” Laura answered.

“No, give it now!” Gail insisted. “Or we continue waiting here and the odds are against you.” She smiled coldly.

“Okay. And then you leave with us!” Laura bargained with her.

“She is not leaving alone. You heard her. Gomez is joining her. That is not up for discussion,” El Desconocido declared.

“If you trust that he will look after her, we will not argue about it,” I conceded.

“I am waiting for a name, Laura,” said Gail, ignoring the rest of us.

Without hesitating, Laura said: “It’s Joaquin. The one who walks around with the American cowboy hat.” I was surprised how quickly she released the information. As if she had taken into consideration that such information would lead to death by torture.

“Who does he work for?” Gail pressed.

“He belongs to the police.”

“Where is he now?” El Desconocido asked.

“That I will tell you once we are on the border,” Laura smiled, and added mysteriously,

“I have a feeling you need to know where he is. It may be that every second is important. It could possibly be that the balance of the odds is not in your favor after all.”

Gail and El Desconocido looked at one another briefly and then El Desconocido signaled to the Mexican who was threatening Laura, “Release her and give her a gun...” and to Laura he said, “Look after your sister and beware of her.” He pointed at Zorro. “I don’t know how well you know her, but she is a very dangerous woman.”

Gomez took out another gun from his waistband and gave it to Laura. She stood, shook her hands and took the gun from him. “Don’t worry,” she answered El Desconocido and slowly pointed her gun at Zorro. “I also have a long record with her, and as far as I am concerned, her job here is finished.”

Murat Lenika,

The spice shop, November 14, 2015, 2:00 p.m.

I couldn’t stop him. He was in an ecstatic state. “Chaos… Murat, think chaos…” The madness in his eyes looked like live flames and once again I saw why strangers were charmed by him. “Terror is being frightened of the unknown, but possible… I want every scenario they ever imagined likely to happen to actually occur. Ask yourself, ‘Why should it happen’?’”

He was silent and looked at me expectantly. After a moment I realized that I was supposed to answer. “Why should it happen?” I asked.

“It will happen because I will make it happen.”

“What do you mean, Yassin?” I was tired. I hadn’t slept in two days, but he had no intention of letting me go on my way. He went over to a piano which stood in the far corner of the basement and sat down. His fingers played on the keys with the same exhilaration I’d seen in his eyes a moment before.

“This piece is called Julia… she reminds me of my Julia.”

“This is really a nice piece of music. I didn’t know you had a woman by the name of Julia.” I didn’t add that an apparently loving relationship with a woman was definitely a surprise coming from him. “Was she there with you?”

“Where is ‘there’?”

“I don’t know, Afghanistan or Pakistan. One of your playground countries.”

“In those countries, there is no interest in women. It is a paradise for men. They have their Bacha boys. Boys who are taught to be girls.”

“What?” A wave of nausea filled me.

“Or you find yourself a boy on the streets…”

“Find a boy?” I cut him off, not quite understanding, “What do you mean find a boy? Do you just walk along and pick a boy off the street?”

“Exactly so. They go to work cleaning the streets by the age of six. There are boys out there who are drug addicts by the age of ten. So, you can find yourself a boy, give him drugs and turn him into your own whore. Or, in my case, I bought a beautiful boy from his parents and used him until I returned to England.”

“So, who is this Julia?” The wave of nausea grew stronger.

“She was my nanny when I was four years old and she said that I could conquer the world. I’ve never loved any woman but her.”

That sounded like the Yassin I knew. I asked, “What do you mean when you say ‘chaos’?”

“The chaos of disrupting the whole Zionist proposition… their security, their international relationships, their media. An attack on the Israeli planes, on the Israeli consulates in the United States. But not only on them.”

“On who else?”

“I will blow up planes that have direct flights to Israel. Any airline that flies directly there will know that it is in danger and that their planes may blow up in the air at any moment.” He returned to playing the piano and then added, “We won’t forget the new glorious technology in the air.”

“What new glorious technology?”

“The satellite they are working on at this very moment. The Zionist satellite that is supposed to connect Africa to Facebook.” He snickered. “As if we can allow for that to happen. We will attack it and the Zionist enemy won’t be