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  “Where’s the plane now?” asked Daneem impatiently. He and the administrator from Blue Ocean both looked eager to nab the subject. The mercenaries had been promised a million dollars in additional bonuses if they could catch the man Yazmina had run away with.

  “In Terminal Three.”

  “Excuse me,” Fatah interrupted. “I’m more concerned about my sister’s well-being. Have you located her by any chance?”

  “My apologies, sir. We haven’t been able too. Please understand that we have millions of passengers going through this airport each day. Even with the facial recognition software employed at the gate, it is still a daunting task. We’ve been on high alert since the warning was issued. So far, we’ve got nothing.” The director inclined his head.

  “What about the other venue?” Fatah asked the police captain.

  “We’ve been working with the port authority on this matter. If your sister is still in the city, we’ll find her,” said the captain with confidence.

  Fatah nodded slightly.

  “We’re wasting time here!” said Daneem with urgency. “We want to apprehend that suspect.”

  The director spread his hands and they followed in his footsteps. It took them quite some time to reach Terminal Three, where international flights arrived and departed every hour. They exited the building and drove in an open-top vehicle towards the plane. The South African Airways flight had left for the runway before the stationmaster cancelled their takeoff status and ordered their return to the terminal.

  “How did you spot the suspect, Director?” asked Fatah.

  “One of our security personnel flagged him as he boarded the plane. He immediately called this to our attention,” said the director.

  “Do you have the name of this passenger?”

  “Michael Sutton. His passport was issued by the British embassy.”

  “He must be traveling with a fake passport,” said Daneem quickly.

  The director looked uncertain. “If he is, we would have caught this sooner at the gate. He must have an excellent forgery.”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised,” said the captain.

  Up ahead, the body of the SAA airplane came into view. The hatch was open and a long ladder was connected to the hardtop. Several ground personnel were crowded around the ladder, waiting for them.

  Fatah and the others got out of the vehicle, and one of the ground personnel approached the director. He produced a passenger manifest for the SAA flight. The director went through it carefully then turned to Fatah. “Michael Sutton is on board. Seat 16A, economy class.”

  The two security specialists and their administrator immediately climbed the ladder into the plane. Daneem and the captain followed. Fatah boarded behind the director.

  Inside the plane, the passengers were restless. Some of them complained to the aircrew, and the rest were more interested in seeing what was going on. The captain and the security specialists located the suspect.

  The captain compared the person of interest with the document he had. “Are you Michael Sutton?” he asked in heavily accented English.

  The man looked flustered. “Yes, I am. What’s going on?”

  “Could you step aside, please?”

  “What the hell is this all about?”

  “Please, step aside and present your documentation.” The captain’s voice rose a notch.

  The man named Michael Sutton obeyed gingerly.

  Daneem scowled and turned to Fatah. “Layssa howa. It’s not him.”

  “No, he’s not Mr. Rarh,” Fatah parroted.

  He checked his watch. Two-thirty PM. He smiled in secret. They wouldn’t find Arcan Rarh and Yazmina here. The two of them were in Al-Maktoum airport, on a private charter. Fatah had facilitated the rental of a new Dassault Falcon private jet to the Rarh party. Judging by the time, they’d have taken off about ten minutes ago.

  Fatah turned around and glanced outside the windows. Godspeed, Sister. I could only do this much. I hope you’ll be happy with your new life.

  Farewell.

  For now.

  Chapter Ten

  Yazmina nervously walked behind Sarah and Caly in the passenger terminal in Al-Maktoum airport, wheeling her suitcase. They were all dressed in blue stewardess uniforms from a nondescript airline. Yazmina was particularly anxious that someone would recognize her and catch her red-handed. Everyone had convinced her everything would be all right as long as she didn’t break character. Her hair felt weird—she’d never cut it this short. It was a tradition that a female member of the family would only cut her hair after she got married. They’d only trim it every so often to keep their tresses healthy.

  However, she liked her new look, and the color too, even though it was just a temporary hair dye. Jennifer had completed her makeover with a pair of gray lenses, provocative makeup and skin-lightening body paint, transforming her into someone she barely recognized. She couldn’t believe what she saw.

  I’m… beautiful.

  Arcan had stared at her with such a look when they were separated earlier, it made her proud. She was giddy the whole time they drove to the airport. For the first time in her life, she felt like a true woman. She didn’t need to hide anything beneath a hijab.

  “Suzanne,” said Caly. “You’re falling behind.”

  “Suzanne” was Yazmina’s cover name. All the documentation she had on her now said her name was Suzanne Chastain, a freelance flight attendant from Paris, France. And at present, “Suzanne Chastain” was hired to accompany a group of wealthy businessmen on a flight to London.

  “Pardon, j'arrive. Sorry, I’m coming, Yazmina said. Besides English, she was also fluent in French, making her cover even more convincing.

  Caly smiled. “You okay?”

  Yazmina bit her lip. “I’m nervous.”

  “You’ll be fine,” Sarah reassured. “Just follow our lead.”

  As a flight attendant, Yazmina had to board before the passengers. They walked across the gleaming marble floor of the atrium toward the security checkpoint. Her anxiety caused her stomach to knot. She took a deep breath, calming herself. She had made it this far; she must keep her cool. At this very moment, she wanted nothing more than to exit this country safely. She had to make it. She’d be with Arcan soon and start their journey together.

  Sarah and Caly stepped up to the checkpoint. They put their luggage on the conveyor belt and passed through the X-ray machine. Yazmina followed suit. Her heart beat so hard she thought she’d have a heart attack any second. Unshakeable fear gripped her. She was pretty sure the machine would suddenly blare at her and the airport security personnel would grab and detain her until her brother Fatah came to collect her.

  But the X-ray machine allowed her to pass through without a glitch. She collected her luggage and purse then tailed Sarah and Caly to the immigration point. An agent checked their visas and passports and asked where they were going.

  “London,” said Yazmina with a heavy French accent. She tried to sound cool while inside, she was on the verge of breaking down.

  The agent looked back and forth between her face and her passport, comparing. He then validated the passport in a special device. The machine beeped; Yazmina’s passport was genuine.

  It was genuine because Cyeon had obtained it from the real Suzanne Chastain, who’d been paid to conveniently lose it in exchange for a large sum of money. The real Suzanne Chastain had been instructed to report her lost passport and paperwork to her embassy for a replacement once Yazmina arrived safely in London.

  And in London, Yazmina would be given a new identity and the party would travel on a commercial airline to Tanzania, and then South Africa.

  After what seemed like forever, the agent approved her papers and allowed her to board the plane. Yazmina was numb with relief when she got her passport back. She quickly joined Sarah and Caly and headed toward the jet.

  The personal charter was waiting on the tarmac. Al-Maktoum airport was new, having been built mainly for cargo
, but then last year they had started to serve airline passengers. Currently, only EUA-based airlines operated in Al-Maktoum. Since this was a private charter, they were directed straight to the plane instead of waiting in a boarding area.

  The jet, a Dassault Falcon, was parked closer to the boarding gate than other commercial airlines. A man dressed in a pilot’s uniform was at the foot of the steps, conversing with the ground personnel.

  “Welcome,” he said to them. “You arrived on time. There has been a slight change with the departure time. It has been moved fifteen minutes ahead, so if you can get ready for our passengers as soon as possible, that would be great.”

  Sarah, Caly and Yazmina boarded the jet. They stowed their luggage in a compartment and prepared to receive the passengers. Less than ten minutes later, the rest of the pride arrived. Jennifer and Cyeon. Cole, the twins Jax and Keto. And at last, Arcan. They were all dressed in traditional Emirati fashion. Jennifer wore an abaya and hijab, and the men were swathed in keffiyeh and bisht.

  Caly made sure everyone had buckled their seatbelts as the pilot made his introduction through the speaker system. Sarah closed the hatch and made sure everything was secured.

  Yazmina took a seat next to Arcan during takeoff. It wasn’t until they were up high in the sky that her fear completely vanished.

  She’d made it, away from her family and Chief Jabbur.

  Finally.

  It was hard to believe that she was really free.

  Sensing her nervousness, Arcan took her hand and squeezed it gently. “You’re safe now.”

  Everyone in the cabin cheered for her. Yazmina was elated beyond words. She then helped Sarah and Caly with refreshments.

  Everyone relaxed to enjoy the flight.

  A little later, Yazmina was about to step out of the lavatory when she realized Arcan was standing by the door. His smile was mischievous, and his eyes blazed with lust. He studied her from head to toe.

  “Miss Stewardess.” His husky voice sounded so sexy. “I was hoping you could point me to where I could find the mile-high club.”

  “Mile-high club?” Yazmina was puzzled.

  “Yeah. Mile-high club.” Arcan pushed her back into the lavatory and locked the door. The space was cramped. Arcan’s hunky bulk occupied most of the space.

  “What is that?”

  He pulled her into him. “It’s slang for people having sex in-flight.”

  “Oh.” A second later, she got what he was implying. “Ooh.” She smacked his broad shoulder. “Are you crazy? People could hear us.”

  Arcan winked. “As long we keep quiet, nobody will notice.”

  “I’m not sure, Arcan. This isn’t a big plane.”

  “That’s what makes the mile-high club so exciting.” He lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth. “Besides, I’m dying to touch you. Christ, you drive me crazy. I’ve been wanting some private time with you since we left Dubai.” He felt her all over. “You look so goddamn sexy in a flight attendant’s uniform. Fuck! I just want to rip all these off and fuck you until you forget your own name.”

  She shivered with need from his declaration. Her nipples hardened instantly, and a hot rush made her panties damp. Her heart beat fast as he trailed kisses from the side of her jaw down to her exposed neck. A thrill coursed down her spine.

  “God, I want you so bad.” His voice was a whispery rasp. “So fucking bad, babe.”

  Yazmina closed her eyes as Arcan nipped her skin. “Me too,” she murmured. Her pussy thrummed achingly.

  “Are you wearing panties?” he asked.

  She blushed. “Of course, silly.”

  “Are they wet?”

  “Guess.”

  “Let me see.” Arcan lifted her skirt up to her waist. He studied her critically. “Mmm. Good thing you’re not wearing pantyhose, or I’d have to ruin them.” He slipped his hand into the juncture of her thighs. She squirmed when he petted her pussy under her cotton panties. “What do you know? Wet. Just the way I like it.” He shoved her panties down to her ankles. Arcan’s rough hand skimmed over the source of her aches. She stiffened when he parted her curls and rubbed her wet seam. “Oh yeah. Very wet. Love it.”

  She giggled.

  Arcan lifted her onto the sink. He pulled the panties off from her ankles and spread her legs wide. Yazmina wound her arms around his neck and found his lips, kissing him amorously.

  “I missed you,” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah? How much?”

  Yazmina swung her arms out from her sides. “This much.”

  They both laughed. Arcan planted a wet kiss on her lips as he groped her pussy again. She flinched when he slipped a finger inside her.

  “Hurt?”

  “No. I just… wasn’t ready.”

  “Wasn’t ready?” Arcan purred. “Maybe I should make you come first.” He captured her clit and rolled it between his fingers.

  “Oh,” she moaned. Sharp pleasure shot up her spine. She grabbed his shoulders and clung to him.

  “Good?” he inquired.

  “Mm-hmm.” Her pussy clenched. She trembled with need. She’d never guessed that part of her body could spark so much pleasure with a little stimulation.

  Arcan licked her cheek as he plucked and rolled and tugged, and it drove her insane. She breathed hard as a jolt of pleasure burst out in her depths. She squirmed but halted it suddenly, afraid to fall from the sink. She buried her face in the hollow of his throat, breathing in his scent. The musk of his arousal was immediate. It dragged her deeper into maddening need. She needed to come. Needed to become one with him. When Arcan twirled her button with his thumb, a shocking, paralyzing orgasm tore through her. She held on to him as she whipped her head back and her spine creaked from the intensity.

  He nuzzled her throat and murmured on her blushed skin. “That’s it, honey. Come for me.”

  The waves of pleasure gradually ebbed. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “That was…”

  “Awesome?”

  “I wanted to say amazing. I think ‘awesome’ would cut it.”

  Arcan laughed and petted her pussy. She’d gushed more sexual moisture from her orgasm, making his fingers slick. “Now you’re nicely wet.” He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He shoved down his briefs, freeing his erection.

  Yazmina’s gaze automatically drifted down. She clasped his shaft and played with it. He was hard and yet supple at the same time. His length and girth were lavishly proportioned. She guessed he must be what was referred to as “well-endowed.” She wanted to stroke him and kiss it, if Arcan hadn’t complained.

  “If you keep doing that, I’m going to burst.” He pressed his forehead on hers. “I need to fuck you. Now.” He removed her hands from his cock and clasped his shaft, guiding his tip onto the center of her.

  Yazmina quickly grabbed his shoulders again.

  “Lean back a little.” Arcan positioned her body and thrust himself into her.

  She cringed. There was a slight resistance, but Arcan was determined to claim her. He pushed his cock until the muscles of her vagina yielded, and he plunged to the hilt.

  Arcan growled in satisfaction. He grabbed her ass and started fucking her slowly. The sensation was deliciously sinful. The way his granite-hard shaft grazed the sensitive walls of her vagina sent thrums of high-octane pleasure into her spine. His cock was sheathed inside of her so deeply, she felt overly stuffed, but in a good way. It pulsed and ground, causing soul-deep ecstasy to burst out from the center of her being.

  Yazmina loved it.

  Arcan kissed her as he pounded her incessantly. His thrusts were short, rapid and ravenous. Her breath was labored. His too. He groaned. She whimpered. The noises they made were an opera of lust, filling the confined space of the lavatory. Pleasure climbed to a fever pitch. She tensed.

  “Arcan…”

  He thrust harder and faster until it hit her.

  She came hard. Yazmina pushed her face into his chest to muffle the noise she made.
Her cunt gripped his shaft tightly. Arcan kept pounding for a dozen more thrusts until he climaxed. He made a gurgling growl in his throat as he came. His body shook and his cock juddered, spasming, flooding her pussy with his seed.

  She collapsed on the toilet seat after everything made sense again.

  Arcan helped fix her clothes properly. He ditched his Emirati clothes in favor of a plain shirt and jeans. Arcan embraced her and they leisurely kissed as if they had all the time in the world.

  This time they did.

  “I can’t wait to show you your new home,” he said.

  “I’ve never been to the Serengeti before. I can’t wait to see some real lions.”

  “What do you mean ‘real lions’? We’re real lions.”

  “I meant lions that bite.”

  “I can bite too.”

  Arcan was about to nip her neck when someone knocked loudly on the lavatory door. They could hear Jennifer’s voice on the other side.

  “Are you guys done? I need to use the bathroom too, you know? This baby has been using my bladder for kicking practice.”

  Yazmina laughed along with Arcan. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, but she couldn’t find the right words.

  “I love you,” said Arcan.

  He said it perfectly. Everything that was compressed in her chest could be conveyed in those three words.

  “I love you too,” she whispered. “I’m glad I was thrown into that cage with you that day. You’re my lion.”

  The End

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