Would Die For You ©

Leaning both hands on the railings of the balcony Amir Ali Saud Al Thani, observes the beauty of the city that saw him born, his native •Saudi Arabia• As the sunset invaded his vision. From the height of the largest and tallest skyscraper in the city, the landscape and beauty of this beautiful nation could be enjoyed more fully. "Sir..." The call from his right hand and head of security made him abandon his moment of pleasure and absolute solitude to bring him to reality. "His Royal Highness Mohamed has just arrived and is going up the private elevator." "Ya Allah!" Amir whispers exasperated. "Even when Mohamed and his persecution..." He sees the aforementioned mentioned person come out of the elevator with all his entourage and, in the middle of the room, Mohamed and Amir greet each other, both nodding at the same time. "As-salamu Alaykum." Mohamed speaks in his Arabic language as he takes a seat on the sofa. "Wa'alaykum as-salam" The tone of Amir's voice makes it clear that he is not happy with his sudden appearance. "I found out a few hours ago that you have days here Raid, why didn't you tell me?" "Should I ask your permission to enter?" He whispers wryly. "Not." He says seriously. "I came to see how you were, not to war with each other" "Jah..." Amir chokes out a laugh. "Put the funny aside, Amir." Mohamed mutters hostile. "I suppose you're going abroad, right?" Amir arches one of his bushy eyebrows and looks at him with absolute seriousness. "I say this because of your clothing." He points her clothes. "You only wear a suit when you start your business trips to North America and neighboring countries." "Why don't you admit you're spying on me?" Amir smiles. "Cousin, you don't have to act dictatorial with me. I am not a thing, I am an adult and independent. I do what I want." Mohamed shakes his head. "In that I fear that I must contradict you my estimate. You know that none of the members of this family is in the world doing what they want. Much less, if he is a future heir to the kingdom." Amir stands up. "Unlike you, Mohamed. I have never been interested in the throne, nor in the reign. I like my freedom and independence." "You are the son of my father's brother, therefore it is your right and duty." "Because we better not leave that subject for peace? Be happy... You are the new prince in charge, focus on that and not what I do." Mohamed also stands up and walks with slow disdain towards him. "Don't you dare betray our family Amir Saud!" She whispers in a threatening voice. "My father accepted that you would go to Qatar for your mother. But he won't forgive you if you join his line of succession..." Amir turns and faces him squarely. Head on. "And if not?" He raises his voice. "He will dare condemn me to the death penalty for treason for what? To the family? To the country? Or what is my right?" His eyes are blacker than usual because of the anger that comes with it. "Me! The only son of the brother who protected him so much when his parents died?" Mohamed c***s his head and sentences: "You will be banished!" Sigh. "You will lose your home, Amir. Don't you care Our family, our honor? The dinasty..." Amir raises his left hand, gesturing nonchalantly. "You and the dynasty ... Do you forget that I am also an Al Thani? That at some point in our lives our families were united? Stop the nonsense." "They broke a treaty!!" Shouts. "You don't know!" He also shouts. "Nobody knows. You don't lose the habit of judging without proof. You and all of you." "You are, first of all, a Saud Amir!" "Well, yes, and with pride. But I must admit that in my veins, the rationalistic thinking of the Al Thani runs more and not the sentencing of the Saud." Mohamed opens his eyes and looks at him with utter contempt. "Definitely. That my father allowed you to move to Qatar is the worst decision he could have made. They have brainwashed you!" Amir laughs and then erases the smile on his face as if by magic. "Tell me Mohamed. What bothers you the most? That Qatar despite being a small country in the Arab world is more powerful than Arabia? The best power? That we are richer? Oh ... I know !! That we have the highest GDP per capita in the world?" He smiles again when he sees the bestial gaze on Mohamed. Since his cousin does not respond to him in words but in murderous thoughts, Amir concludes: "Hal ana muhiq am mukhte?" Whispers. "Tell me ... am I right or not?" That •I'm right or not• Drill deep inside Mohamed. "Definitely. The name of "Rebel Prince" that the people of our nation has given you is not bad at all. Shame on our house. Family and dynasty." "Please ... Our people love me." Smile. "I am the most anticipated family member in every public appearance we make. My beauty bewitches them... They just call me that out of love, upgrade a little cousin." He says mockingly. "What is missing is that you look for any woman as a woman, with no noble title or good social class." "And come with the wife thing again..." Whispers stubbornly. "Yes actually. That is the real reason for my visit." He sighs and takes a seat on the sofa again. "My father's best friend insists on uniting our families. Apparently he likes you for one of his daughters "Which I don't understand" They are all very much for you. Maybe he thinks he can polish you..." "I'm so handsome." He sighs while smiling. "Well, if you care so much, marry them. They don't interest me. None." He sits on the back of the chair. "After all, you're also single... And look on the bright side, you have your own personalized club. Seven beautiful women for you alone and for every day of the week and the year." Amir lets out a thunderous laugh after saying such outrageousness that it makes Mohamed burn with fury. "ENOUGH!" Shout. "By Allah!! When are you going to understand that this is for your good? When are you going to take something seriously Amir?" The tension between the cousins ​​can be felt in the environment. "For my sake or yours?" Amir stands up again. "When are you going to understand that they won't do with my life what you want? I will marry when I want and with whoever I want!" "Not..." Mohamed it remains half-said when interrupted by Amir. "Yes, Mohamed. Don't challenge me, because I will. In every possible way I will!" "If you do... You force me to take your title and all your belongings from you." "You can not do that. My title is untouchable the same my companies in this territory. None of them was inherited from me, I melted them all with my own effort and sweat." His cousin c***s a smile at what he heard, and then says: "What you can't quite understand Amir. It is that this country is not Qatar, and that this is my territory. Therefore, everything you have here is under my supervision, here I rule and if you lack me, both me and our family and culture. I will make you pay. Do you forget that I put our uncle Abdul Muhammed in jail for two months?" "Your father will not allow it." Murmur seriously. "My father will do the right thing. And if you betray us, the correct thing will be the one already mentioned. So don't tempt me cousin. Consider what I have told you, you still have time to think about it and continue with your libertine and rebellious life. If not, return to Qatar and here you will not return." He stands up and whispers before he leaves. "And don't try to disappear the companies... Because I will know." "You just want to steal my money. How cynical!" Mohamed c***s his head and a total smile takes over his face. "Take it as a reward for all the image damage you will do to our family if you ever betray us. Either with the monarchy of Qatar or by marrying anyone with no noble title or money to represent it. I don't want a family lambiscone." Amir huffs and then says: "You don't give me a bit of fear Mohamed... Nothing." It affirms with total security. "You know that I can against you and all your cheap entourage." Entering the private elevator, his cousin raises his left hand and whispers: "Sa'eed betahaduth elayk." Smiles. "Have a good trip!" The elevator doors close and Mohamed disappears along with his entire entourage of men. Leaving Amir with a frown and staring at the elevator doors. Seconds later... His faithful servant Mihair, appears with the home phone in his hands and with the distance that belongs to him and separates out of respect for his prince, whispers softly: "My lord, they have called from the airport. The plane is ready and they wait for you. When you like, we go. We are ready. Just say and we will act." Amir stops looking at the elevator doors where his cousin has left and looking down he responds: "When I get to Chicago I don't want any interruption. I just want to rest. Is it clear to you?" "Yes, Your Highness." "Did you get the hotel as I asked?" Mihair nods. "The hotel had better be discreet. I don't want the media to know about my arrival until I have rested first." "Yes sir, it is discreet and it is located in a very good residential area. It is not central." "Perfect. Thanks." Amir starts walking and taking his executive briefcase, he enters the elevator. As he watches the sunset of his beloved country for the last time from the Penthouse, its doors close with his eyes that remain in the dark until seconds later, he finds himself getting into his sports car and driving at full speed to the airport, followed by three armored vans from his security team. He still finds it hard to believe how things have reached this level with his cousin, they both grew up together, as brothers and now, he cannot even tolerate it, after taking care of him and protecting him when they were children, Amir only wishes to be as far away from Mohamed as possible . He simply cannot believe what power and the throne have made of his cousin, he is maddened by power, by control. He is blind, completely blind. Adding, that "I liked talking to you" That his cousin Mohamed said to him with irony before leaving, is deeply embedded in Amir's thoughts. Definitely, when he arrives in North America he will get down to work. Because no one threatens him. Much less tells him what to do, never. Never... *Author's note* I apologize in advance if any dear reader finds a mistake, my English is not the best but I do my best. In the same way, if you find one, please let me know in the comments and I will fix it immediately. XXO