"The chance that Ayid and Aman would be there was too great," Khalid said, his voice tight.
But they hadn't been there. They had returned to Saudi hours before the Homeland Security agents had overtaken the small cell.
It had been a far different scenario than the one of ten years before in Saudi, just outside Riyadh.
There had been no agents then, just a fighter jet and a bomb, and a small, mud hut beneath the blistering sun just outside the city. The eight-man terrorist cell had been gathered there, along with Ayid, Aman, and their wives. That time as well, his brothers' luck had ridden fast and hard upon their backs. Ayid and Aman had slipped from the hut to meet with a contact they had approached within the SaudiRoyalPalace. A cook who had conspired with them to kill the king and his immediate family.
The Saudi Royal Air Force had struck before they returned to the hut, and the information that it was Khalid who had supplied their location to the Air Force had been on the cook's lips when he met with the brothers.
Ayid and Aman had known who to strike, just as they had known that Abram would have been involved in whatever Khalid was involved in. Abram and Khalid hadn't been at the palace when the brothers had returned, but Lessa had been. And because Abram had shared his wife's body with Khalid, Azir had stood back and allowed Ayid and Aman to brutalize her.
He had blamed Lessa for what he called Abram's and Khalid's "unnatural desires."
"Ayid and Aman weren't there, though," Abram informed him about the most recent mission. "Their suspicion that you and I were working together once again to provide the information of the movements of this cell have risen due to the information the terrorist carried back to Ayid and Aman's ears after the raid. He swore he saw you."
"And what does Azir think?" Khalid asked curiously.
"So far, he has Ayid and Aman on a tight leash," Abram sighed heavily. "It is a hold that may not last long. And it is one that Ayid, especially, will find a way to work around."
Ayid was older than Aman. He was the leader and the planner, while Aman was no more than the gopher, the pitiful sidekick who followed whichever direction Ayid took.
Khalid could feel rising inside him now the certainty that Ayid and Aman would strike against him.
And what better way to strike than to come after a woman Khalid claimed as his own?
Marty's timing was damned inconvenient, Khalid thought.
"Khalid, Zach has his men on this as well," Shayne said, his tone low as Khalid rose slowly from the couch to pace to the window that looked out over the gardens. "There's no way you can hide the fact that there's something between you and Marty. Not now."
Khalid wanted to shake his head. He wanted to deny that he had done anything, that he had ever placed her in danger. But there was no denying it. He had done just that. He had drawn her into the most dangerous game of his life, and he was damned if he knew how to pull back now.
"Ayid and Aman have sworn their vengeance against both of us," Abram reminded Khalid. "I cannot stay and help you protect her."
No, he couldn't stay. He would not be Khalid's third. Not that Khalid had planned to go that route. Abram had his responsibilities in Saudi, and Khalid had his here--despite the bond that had developed between them during the years Khalid had spent in Azir Mustafa's small region. The brothers, so close in looks and temperament, had found they had shared similar interests as well. Most especially that dark, driving hunger to share their lovers.
"When are you going back?" Abram never stayed long, never spent enough time away from Saudi to allow the brothers to suspect that he was doing more than attending business in Riyadh.
"In a few days," Abram answered as Khalid turned back to him. "I've brought with me the pictures and files I've put together over the months for Shayne and Zach Jennings. The training camp in the mountains, just over the border, has grown in recruits. I counted more than thirty men last week. Ayid and Aman were there, but, as always, their faces were covered. There's no way to prove it's them by pictures alone."
The brothers moved with a distinctive stride and their voices had a clearly recognizable pitch. There was no way to document it though without a recorder, and there was no way Abram could get close enough for that.
"Our main concern at this point is their next move," Shayne said. "As I told you when I arrived, Ayid and Aman are already accusing you and Abram of being part of the capture of the D.C. cell. That was too important to them, Khalid. They're going to come after you."
Of course they were. Sooner or later. They may even get lucky and manage to kill him this time.
Not that they hadn't tried hard before. Unfortunately, they were limited in the funds Azir allowed them, as well as in the freedom he gave them. And they would never be satisfied unless they could drive the stake into his heart themselves.
"I'll be prepared, then." He gave a short, brief nod to the three men watching him. "And I'll make sure Marty's protected."
"There is no more that I can do here, then." Abram removed the baseball cap to run the fingers of one hand through his hair before replacing the cap. He gazed back at Khalid regretfully. "I must go now."
Khalid moved to him, embraced him, and damned if he didn't also feel regret tearing through him. They had made a pact so many years ago, to always be a part of the other's lives. Now, not only distance separated them, but also the evil whose blood they shared.
"Kiss your lovely woman for me," Abram said softly as he drew back. "And watch your back, Khalid."
"Abram, I'll see you back to your hotel." Sebastian stepped from the small private bar, his black eyes in contrast to the dark blond hair that grew thick and long to the collar of his black shirt.
"Once again, I am in your debt, Sebastian." Abram nodded as Shayne also moved forward.
Extending his hand, Abram shook Shayne's firmly. "Watch out for my little brother." His lips quirked with amused fondness as he glanced back at Khalid. "See you soon."
Leaving the room, Abram didn't look back. He never did. Khalid saw his big bodyguard, Mohammed, step forward to lead Abram from the building. And then the door closed behind him and his brother was gone once again. Turning to Shayne, Khalid gave a weary sigh. "I must make a few calls. If you don't mind meeting me in the bar later?"