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blade he held out before him.   “One might say, as the Texans are the Arabs, we are the real Somali
pirates.”
     
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Chapter
72
    Talamanca Bay, Ibiza
     
     
    Demetrius was certainly
convinced of everything he told those aboard the Azulejo.   Demetrius held a Rex Mundi dagger yet
nothing that he said sounded anything like the fervor Cameron had heard from
the Rex Mundi operative in Quebec.   The way Cameron heard Demetrius, maintaining power and rank was
justified by any means.   Then again,
Cameron was well aware that leaders are motivated by a different agenda than
the many parts of an organization.   Cameron himself had been a cog in a wheel when he was a super commando,
never questioning, never daring to question.   That same sense of honor had been used
against him these last days, once again making him a cog in a wheel.
    Cameron found himself angry.   An anger he decided was justified.   Nikos was the twisted arrogant son of a
billionaire.   Cameron figured Nikos
had done too much ecstasy, cocaine, or plainly never was rooted in
reality.   The audacity of this
pretty boy to say outright that he took Christine to show her, he could own
her.
    Cameron’s disdain for Nikos was
great, yet no measure to Pepe’s.   Cameron could read Pepe easily from where he stood across the
cabin.   Pepe’s own sanity had been
drawn and tested by this ordeal, and there was not much left keeping Pepe’s
finger from squeezing the trigger of the Berretta angled less than a muzzle
flash from Nikos’ skull.
    Cameron shot his eyes to
Alastair.   Alastair was a fun loving
man, easy going by nature, a natural calm.   To friend Alastair, was to gain a lifelong unquestioned loyalty.   The back of Cameron’s throat went
acidic.   The man that had saved his
life more times than he knew, literally more times than he knew, had eyes fixed
on Nikos no differently than a predator.   That is what the betrayal meant.
    Yet, the playboy’s father
appeared far more furious with Nikos than the three former Legionnaires.   His grandstanding finished, Demetrius
gave the hilt of the raised dagger a tighter squeeze.   Whether he was punctuating his the end
of his speech, or beginning another, Cameron was unsure.   Demetrius dropped the hand holding the
dagger by his side and then turned to Nikos.   He shook his head in short scolding
turns.   “Tsk, tsk, tsk.   You are a naughty one Nikos.”
    Cameron tilted his head to the
side in disbelief.   The father spoke
to the grown son as a three year old.   No wonder Nikos was a mess.
    Demetrius raised the dagger and
began shaking the pointy end to Nikos face.   “What would your mother say?   You would break her heart.   You break my heart.   You try to negotiate around me, you
deceive your friend Alastair, you double-cross Abbo, Feizel, and then you
killed Feizel.”   Demetrius slipped
the dagger into the pocket of his linen pants and then shoved Nikos back.   Nikos cowered to his father.   “You should know better Nikos.”
    Demetrius stepped back from
Nikos.   He raised his hands in the
air.   Then Demetrius violently
reached his free hand under Nikos’ shirt, into his waist.   Nikos pushed at his father’s hands.   Demetrius slapped him across the face.
    Demetrius held his index finger
up to Nikos, glared at him sternly, and then he defiantly reached back to
Nikos’ waist and retrieved a small Ruger.   He tossed the gun back and forth in his hands.   “What is this?” he asked.   “You carry a gun now too.”
    Demetrius turned away from Nikos
to address all the three Legionnaires.   His head floated back and forth across all three as he spoke, “I am sure
you are wondering why I so openly shared with you my involvement, my families
involvement, with the Rex Mundi, our relationship clandestine all of these
years.   They want me to apologize
for my son.”   Demetrius
shrugged.   “What is a father to do?   I have to apologize for my son,