Desert Encounter
Chapter 33

” What did you do? Salif shouted on the phone in the throne room where he was waiting for the sheikh

– I tell you that I killed Salif, I killed a little girl, I don’t know what came over me. Repeated Aziz, scared at the end of the line

– Shit, shit, shit you’re in some serious shit Aziz. How could you be so unconscious?

– Correction, we are in trouble.

– Don’t involve me in your stupidity

– Do you want me to remind you that we are accomplices, I’m falling, are you falling?

– How could you be so stupid? Emir must be in a black rage. I don’t even want to see what state he will be in when he walks through the palace gates. I have to leave as quickly as possible.

– You manage Salif, but you better calm him down. My cousin is a real danger when he’s like this.

– Calm him down? Are you crazy, my word? You had to think about it before acting like an unconscious person. You know very well that Emir is not a man like men.

Will find us all now and kill us mercilessly.

– All the more reason to calm him down, before he screws everything up.

– but we’re already in trouble, you haven’t caught that yet. You just took away the only one who could f*****g calm him down. The whole palace knows about their affair. Do you really want me to remind you of what he did to everyone who participated in his parents’ deaths when he was only 17? Until now your father is in the cabal because he is afraid of Emir. Do you see the state he is in now from running away from him?

– It’s not my problem, you fix this shit, and that’s it.》

– Shit, shit, shit. Salif shouted after hanging up. I have to leave right away. He said to himself as he stormed out of the room to go outside.

Salif knew that lightning was going to strike the palace in a very short time, with the arrival of Emir, and he did not want to be there to see that.

Everyone was going to be there, the whole chain was going to be dismantled.

If at the base Emir only wanted his Uncle, now everyone who had contributed directly or indirectly was going to go there.

He was hurrying down the steps of the palace nearing the goal of his freedom when the Emir’s royal procession came to park.

He swallowed his saliva with great difficulty and tried to remain calm.

– breathes Salif. He said to himself with full confidence as

Emir fled from the cabin more terrifying than ever. With a hard look, his white shirt covered in b***d, he had taken off his jacket to cover little Nour’s body.

He gave off an icy aura.

“Be careful, little ring, the wolf is in the fold,” his instinct hissed at him.

The sheikh was even more imposing and more charismatic, one would say an indomitable lion.

Even his guards were distant from him for fear of suffering his wrath.

No one wanted to face Emir in this state.

– Were you going somewhere my dear friend? He asked his friend, looking at him with his icy gaze

– I… I… What happened to you?

Emir gave a thin, spine-chilling smile, Salif immediately felt the need to take a step back, but was blocked by walking.

Emir turned to his guards and with a nod, his men ran to surround Salif

– What’s going on? Emir What are you doing?

– The cat and mouse game ends here. Take him to the interrogation room. Tona t-il

His guards hastened to arrest Salif and bring him unceremoniously into this famous room which they knew was still called a torture room.

– Emir please, I can explain everything to you. Salif began.

Of course he was going to explain everything. Emir said to himself but it was too late for him.

Emir was no longer the same, seeing such a little girl being fed in his arms had affected him enormously, especially since he had spent a lot of time with her.

He was even seriously considering having her adopted, she was so endearing, adorable.

Emir hadn’t even taken the trouble to talk, he in turn entered the interrogation room where he saw his “childhood friend” being tied like hell to the iron chair.

Salif had stopped gesticulating, he now wore a glassy look, he suspected that the end was near for him and no longer wanted Emir to see him weak.

He had his dignity, his honor, if he were to die, he would not give Emir the pleasure of seeing all the fear he felt in his eyes.

– How long have you known about this?

he finally asked.

Emir was standing in front of the cabinet where the instruments of torture were placed, and was carefully looking for the first blade he intended to use.

– From the beginning.

Salif opens his eyes wide.

– Before or after your trip to the desert?

– Before

– And why didn’t you stop me from the start?

– I wanted you to take me to my uncle by yourself. If I asked you to search my palace for traitors, it was only to get the ball rolling and let you know that I knew everything.

I know exactly who works for Emir in my palace, my dear Salif. I just wanted to distract myself a little and see what you could do to get by.

Otherwise, congratulations for your excellent performance.

– How… But it’s impossible, I thought that

– Were you discreet? The only thing that has disturbed my clans is…

– The stranger

– Yes Naomi, But don’t worry, even she helped me a lot with my Cousin

– What? So you knew… and why couldn’t you have prevented this

– And you let yourself escape again? No. As I said, the cat and mouse game is over. He said, taking a penknife

– So spare me, Let me take you back to their hideout. Salif tried to save his skin

– Oh don’t worry, I now know where he is hiding. You know Soraya, whom you rushed to find after her so-called escape, is working for me. And my men as I speak to you are already on their way to their hideout thanks to the geo-location chip planted in his thigh. And know one very important thing, you will never get out of here alive.

And he took his sharp penknife and stuck it into his thigh.

Salif’s first pain-laden sound rang out, marking the beginning of a long series of torture.