He missed Lindsey, missed her so much he ached for her, and he tried to ignore her in front of the chaperone and it must have worked because after two weeks his father said, “I’m glad you are over that girl,” and he took the chaperone away and the very next day he went back to Lindsey and they resumed back to the way they were.
Another year passed and the search was still going on. Jameson knew Gibeau was in France, after he searched in Spain he headed to France where he hoped he'd stay. This case was still perplexing and for the life of him he couldn't understand why a father would do this to his son, but he thought it had to do with inheritance, money. The wealthy were notorious about their money and who had access to it. He'd seen them try and negotiate him down to peanuts for saving their lives and then turn around and spend a million dollars on a painting. But somehow he thought Tammy had convinced Walker Harrington Sr. her children should be Royce's only inheritors. He'd told Mr. Harrington this, and both thought it was the only reason for such heinous behavior.
He was with Naledi tonight, since he’d taken up with her he found he liked her and he made her eat. She was such a tiny thing, she didn’t have Lita’s voluptuous curves or Joy’s perfect frame and long legs that made his mouth water. “I have already eaten,” she always said and smiled at him when she said it because he never took her seriously, and he’d watch her eat then take her to his room and with love in his heart for another woman he’d release his anguish and tortured soul with cries of, “Oh Joy, amor, te amo Oh,” as he made hot passionate love to Naledi.
After a night of love making the next day he was parked in front of the school with a smile on his face waiting with all the limos and cars to pick up the children. He saw Lindsey standing on the steps with her friends and he smiled. She was sixteen and a very pretty girl and turning out to be just as lovely as her mother. Amar was one step below her laughing and talking to her. He didn’t think much of it, since the horrible incident with the boy last year she hadn’t asked to go out again. Amar looked away and saw his car and leaned up and kissed Lindsey on the cheek and waved goodbye to her.
He saw a large man dressed in Arab clothes get out of the backseat of a limo. His expression said he was angry and he grabbed Amar who looked startled and then he walked back to Lindsey towing the boy and grabbed her by the arm and took both kids forcibly to his car.
“What the fuck!” Jameson jumped out the car. He saw the look of horror on Lindsey’s face, she was scared, but the limo was pulling off. He jumped back in the car and pulled out quickly and followed the limo, he was scared too. He called Conrad and Royce, “I need back up, an Arab man has just taken Lindsey and Amar,” and he gave them his whereabouts.
When Royce received that call he ran frantically to Joy, “Joy an Arab man has taken Lindsey, I think it’s Mr. Abdullah. Jameson is following them!” “What? Why would he take her?” Joy was stunned and horrified. “I don’t know but Jameson said he saw him grab her and Amar, so I’m thinking it’s Mr. Abdullah or one of his men…fuck,” and he was beside himself. He ran out with Conrad and jumped in the car to meet Jameson and the phone rang.
“Looks like he’s heading your way, I’ll keep you posted,” Jameson said as he raced behind the limo, “What was wrong with this man? You don’t just take someone’s kid, is he fucking nuts?” He was furious and when the limo turned on R43 he was almost relieved but he still thought the man had lost his mind.
Lindsey was in the car with Mr. Abdullah and he was mad as she'd ever seen a person. “Where do you live?” He asked angrily of her. She was crying but managed to tell him, “Off R43,” and she hoped that meant he was taking her home, she couldn’t take it if he took her to his house. “Amar what kind of shame is this you are bringing on our family?” He shouted at him, “An you, what kind of girl lets a boy kiss her in public? That is not the kind of girl of high character!” He yelled at Lindsey, “I told you, both of you, you were not to see each other and I see it was ignored! Your parents will hear of this and we will get an understanding once and for all you will not see my son!” He said angrily at Lindsey. Lindsey was crying and had no idea what she’d done wrong.
And neither did Amar the way he was arguing with his father, “We have not seen each other as you wished. We did not date, we are friends at school, what is wrong with that!” “I saw you kiss her, kiss her out in public like some common…common…!” His father was so angry and he wanted to say whore, but he controlled himself. “It was just a goodbye kiss on the cheek. She is a dear friend father what is so wrong with it? I don’t understand your anger!” Amar was trying but his father saw something else he didn’t want to see, he saw defiance in his son and he thought he made it clear he was not to see her at all, and that meant not even as friends, “Amar you are not that stupid! Why this girl? When you have a choice of many?”
Lindsey heard him and her shocked expression registered full on her face, she wasn’t good enough and her tears flowed. Amar saw that and he wanted to hit his father for the first time in his life he wanted to hit him. He was hurting her for no reason, and he looked his father square in the eye, “She is the best girl I know papa, she is the one! She is the one I love!” And his father almost had a heart attack, his face went from furious to livid and Lindsey looked at Amar wondering was he telling the truth? He was staring angrily at his father, she didn’t know, and his father was livid, “Amar I will send you back, back to Saudi Arabia and you will never see her again!”
“And I will tell them what you do!” Amar yelled back and his father’s mouth dropped. Lindsey sat in the car as far away from both of them. She was scared and held on tight to her books, held on to something for dear life. “Amar don’t test me on this, you are my son, but I won’t hesitate…You understand,” and now Amar was chastised, he backed down, “Yes father, but leave her alone.”
“Yes I will take her to her parents house and we will make sure this will not happen again.” “Yes papa,” Amar said and Lindsey saw the tears in his eyes and he looked away from her and out the window and she knew it was lost.
They were on the road she knew well then, and she was so glad she needed her mother.
“They are heading to the compound, stay where you are ETA five minutes or less,” Jameson said. This road only led one way, to the compound and other houses and villages along the way. He followed them closely, still furious that he snatched Lindsey like that, she was so scared and he wanted to punch him. Royce said it was probably the boy Amar’s father and he hoped so. He didn’t know the man and now he wished he did.
The limo pulled up to the gate. Royce was in the house now, but Conrad was still outside waiting and he looked menacing, as menacing as Royce felt. He was furious and Joy was fuming. The limo came up the drive slowly and stopped just before reaching Conrad, the chauffeur jumped out and went to the back and opened the doors.
The front door opened and Joy and Royce came running out, “What happened? What made you do a thing like this?” Joy demanded. Lindsey burst into fresh tears when she saw her mother and clung to her and they walked in the house, Amar sadly and Mr. Abdullah angry, “We must speak clearly,” he said as they walked inside. “Yes, we must,” Royce said. Jameson came up and was quickly out of the car, his expression said it all, he was mad as hell, his lips were drawn tight and he and Conrad came inside and Mr. Abdullah was surprised at the wealth of the place, he thought they were ten times beneath him and now he wasn’t so sure. This house rivaled his in scope and size, and now he wondered what kind of people were they? They were in jeans and looked the part of commoners but the house spoke of wealth and now he was going to find out.
They stood in the foyer, it was clear he was not welcome. Lindsey’s tears were loud now. “Hush baby, hush now so we can get to the bottom of this.” “Well answer the question, what made you take our daughter? You had no right to touch her or our permission to bring her home!” Royce said angrily, Amar stood sadly to the side. “I understand your anger, but I understood clearly last year th
at your daughter was not to see my son. Was that your understanding?” “Of course and they haven’t seen each other.” “Ah Mr. Harrington but you are wrong they have been sneaking around at school,” Joy’s mouth dropped but Royce’s and Jameson’s did not, that still didn’t give him the right to take her like he did. “Is this true Lindsey? Tell me now so we can straighten this out,” Joy asked. “Not like he thinks mommy, Amar is my friend. We talk but we’re around everybody, he is my friend,” she said looking at Joy with sad eyes and now Joy was even madder and so was Royce and Jameson, but Amar perked up, was she still his friend?
Mr. Abdullah met angry eyes. “What gives you the right to touch my daughter?” Royce asked angrily. “Your daughter as you say let my son kiss her in a public place. Ahh so you see it is not as innocent as she makes it seem.” Joy looked down at Lindsey whose tears flowed hard and hot from her face, “Is what he says the truth?” She asked softly, “Yes mommy but…,”
“It was a kiss on the cheek ma’am, I only wanted to say goodbye, don’t blame her,” Amar spoke up. “That was enough for me to know more is going on,” Mr. Abdullah said, “I do not wish to go over this again, they are not to see each other, even as friends in school. I have plans for my son to marry an Arab girl, so this must stop and I am here to see you as her parents to make sure she obeys and I will make sure my son is in compliance as well.” “Oh she will not see him, we will make sure of that,” Royce said up in his face, “But don’t you ever put your hands on our daughter again let’s get that clear right now! Do we have an understanding?”
“Of course as long as she stays away from my son I have no reason to touch the girl,” and Royce narrowed his eyes at him, he had a way of making Lindsey seem unimportant and he didn’t like it. “If we are clear, Amar let’s go,” Amar looked so sadly at Lindsey in Joy’s arms, her sobs heartbreaking, and Joy said, “Amar would you like to say goodbye to Lindsey,” and Mr. Abdullah started to protest. Royce and Jameson made a move towards him. “If this is to be the end of their friendship let them say goodbye Mr. Abdullah,” Joy said. She could tell Amar needed it and it might help Lindsey see the anguish and sadness in his eyes as she had.
Amar walked to Lindsey who hadn’t turned to look at him. “Lindsey look at him, he is your friend,” Joy said. She wanted Lindsey to see his pain. Lindsey wiped her eyes and turned to Amar. Amar took her hand, “I’m sorry Lindsey I never meant to harm you, you are my friend and I will always remember you,” and then he looked at Joy, “I’m sorry if this is disrespectful Mrs. Harrington but if I am not to see her again,” he took Lindsey in his arms and hugged her tight, “I will miss you my friend. I will miss you,” he said hugging her and Lindsey’s arms went around him.
He released her to look in her eyes, her sad eyes, and then he kissed her full on the lips, her cheeks, then back to her lips and his father was about to have a fit, but he stayed put and Royce showed his surprise as he looked on and so did Joy, and Lindsey smiled, “Amar,” she said shyly, “I’m sorry Lindsey but if this is the last time I will see you I want to give you a real kiss goodbye,” and Joy cleared her throat, “Oh sorry Mrs. Harrington, but I will miss her, miss her very much,” he said sadly and Joy nodded but she wasn’t sure about the blatant kissing in her presence. She was thankful there was no tongue but it was soft and sensual nonetheless. “Good bye Lindsey,” he said a little happier but still sad. “Good bye Amar,” and Jameson saw them out.
Jameson saw Naledi in the kitchen with her mother, no doubt they heard what was going on and he felt himself rise. He wished he could see her tonight so he could release the pent up energy he had, after taking Naledi home last night he put in his headphones and in the wee hours of the morning he heard them. She had been so hot for him, “Oh Royce do it to me baby, do it to me,” she panted, “Do it so good baby,” and apparently he did because she cried out in ecstasy, and they didn’t let up, he kept after her doing things that had her moaning and crying out and then he heard him say, “You know what I want baby, you know what I want, fuck me, fuck me baby,” and she did and he heard him crying out and he was so hard, and his balls had been hurting all day, but it was Conrad’s night off so he’d have to wait.
Joy lay on the bed with Lindsey. Lindsey lay in her mother’s arms and let her soothe her. Joy was thinking it was racism, plain and clear, her baby was a beautiful brown skinned girl and she was sure if she had been white with the same qualities Lindsey possessed, her good nature, her beauty, her talents Mr. Abdullah would have no problem accepting her. Lindsey lay there and thought of Amar. She would miss him, he was the best friend she’d ever had and she was crazy about him. His dimpled smile drew her like a magnet, his thick dark hair and smooth olive skin made her want to touch him, and his eyes, dark but full of charm always seemed to be looking for something and he had a smile and twinkle when he looked at her. His eyes and dimpled smile came alive and made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have someone smile and look at her like that, it might be hard but she never again wanted to be scared and humiliated like she was today. She didn’t like being scared, her heart beat like a rabbit and she thought she was about to pee on herself, and this wasn’t the first time she’d been scared to almost peeing on herself.
The first was when she’d been awakened by a loud BOOM! She had moved upstairs to Karen’s room when Karen stopped coming over. But she thought one of the boys had fallen out of bed so she jumped out of the bed and hurried to the stairs and stopped at the top frozen in her tracks she was so scared. The house was dark but she saw a man with a gun and then she heard shouting and gun shots and her bladder nearly burst and her legs were rooted to the floor and she couldn’t move and after a long moment she saw her mother walking fast to get to the boys. That was the night her voice froze in her throat, she couldn’t scream or cry out and she’d never been able to sing since. And the second time was just before they came here and a helicopter was shooting at her mother from the sky and now Mr. Abdullah scared her just the same that she almost peed herself.
When Mr. Abdullah and Amar got in the car and before they were out the driveway he slapped Amar so hard his head spun, “You will never shame me like that ever again or I will send you back to Arabia and have your uncles deal with you in the Arab way and I don’t care what you tell them about me, you understand,” Amar nodded, his face stinging, and his eyes holding in his tears. He knew his father was serious and he knew his uncles if his father said, “Show him no mercy,” they could punish him until they killed him and no one would bat an eye if what they said he did went against the family, their honor, or Allah the authorities would look the other way, even after what he knew about his father.
He’d seen them accidentally really. It was right after the meeting with Lindsey’s parents. He was so upset those weeks, having the chaperone and not being able to talk to any of his friends especially Lindsey and quite a few nights he couldn’t sleep and he’d sneak out and walk the garden. The last place he’d been happy with Lindsey and he’d walk and pace, thinking of the horrible turn of events and one night he walked by his father’s window and he heard noises. His mother and father did not share a bedroom he knew that, but he heard unfamiliar noises and he wanted to see what it was so he walked as close as he could to his father’s window. The window was open to let in the night breeze and the curtains although closed were billowing in and out with the breeze and he peeped in and waited for the curtain to flow back with the breeze and when it did he saw his father in his bed naked on his knees and Khan naked with his rear up and his father going back and forth inside him both moaning out their pleasure. He knew Khan had worked for his father for many years and he wondered how long had it had been going on?
The next day he confronted his father in his home office. He couldn’t hold it in, what his father was doing was wrong, went against Allah and his mother, “I know what you and Khan do at night,” he told his father shame faced and scared, and his father looked at him. “Sit down Amar,” and he plopped down a
cross from his father. “Look I will not say that I am right in this, all I will say is that as a man I have desires and needs, and sometimes a wife cannot fulfill all of them and Khan helps with that.”
He understood that. His father needed more wives and if he were in Arabia he could have more wives and wouldn’t have to substitute a man’s rear for a woman but he knew his uncles wouldn’t like it even if they knew why his father was doing it, and that was why it was so easy for him to bend the rules with Lindsey, see her but not date her. His father was bending the rules with Khan so he would see Lindsey at school and not date her, simple; they weren’t dating so it was alright in his mind.
That night after he snatched Lindsey down the steps Sayeed Abdullah called his brothers, “Find out what you can about a Royce Harrington, he looks like a commoner, rugged… he’s from Spain, but he lives like he has money…I want to know the source,” and he was thinking he’s into something illegal. He’d seen the two men around him and the way they looked at him, like they wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet between his eyes. What was he into? “Yes, we will find out and get back to you my brother,” his brother Pherkad said.
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