Page 69 of Depths of Destruction
"Darien, what have you done?"
He releases me. "That's what I was doing. You don't know a thing about this man. He's wanted by Interpol."
Wanted by Interpol?
He risked his life to rescue me.
He didn't complete his mission to save me.
"You don't know what you've done."
"You know nothing about him."
"Interpol will deliver me to the U.S. I'll be the President's negotiation tool and be given back to the Belizean government."
"Interpol assured me you could stay with me."
"And you believed them?" I cry out.
"They are more credible than him."
He's so jealous of Andre, he can't think straight.
Darien is on my heels as I run out of the room and down the stairs.
"Andre," I call out.
"Naomi, stop." Darien grabs me at the bottom of the stairs, spinning me into him. "You don't know who he is. They will be here soon, and you can stay with me. I'll keep you safe and we can be together."
My stomach drops. "Who? Interpol?"
"Yes."
I slap Darien hard with every ounce of rage I'm feeling. But I'm also devastated.
He puts his hand to his cheek. His eyes turn to flames. "You bitch."
"How could you do this?" I whisper.
"You don't know him or who he is."
A tear runs down my cheek. The betrayal I feel intensifies. It writhes in my gut and spins fast.
He's so jealous of Andre and my relationship he wants to hurt me?
"Andre," I yell again and move through the main room. "We need to go."
"You aren't leaving, Naomi," Darien yells.
"The hell she isn't," Andre barks from behind us.
I turn to see him holding a gun pointed at Darien.
"Naomi, let's go." He has his backpack over his shoulder and is wearing the clothes we washed earlier.
Darien steps toward him. "You're going to shoot me in my own house?"
"If I have to, yes. Naomi." He holds his hand out to me, and I grab it. He pulls me into him.
