All Chapters of Salt And Steel: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Chase. Villa Rose, Jounieh, Lebanon. Monday, 30th March. Next day. Morning. I stand at the edge of the terrace, overlooking the beautiful coast. The waves lap arrogantly against the shore. Unperturbed by the sparse number of boats and yachts floating atop them. Unperturbed by the surrounding human activity. Unperturbed by my pain. The events of yesterday slam back into me. Fresh and hot. My near death experience, when The Pharaoh threatened me with a fucking gun pressed to my skull. Me turning the tables on him and challenging his armed men. "Drop your weapons!" I had yelled at The Pharaoh and his men. The chaos. The tension. Samson Carmi's dread as he watched the scene unfold. In the end, they had complied. The weapons were dropped, and Amir apologized. Well, as much as he possibly could. "Come, Olympus. Let us celebrate our alliance. Me pledging my loyalty to you." Those had been The Pharaoh's words. That had been his own version of an apology for almost executing me. The

Lucy. Chase’s Residence, New York. Friday, 3rd April. Next day. Morning. “That was some delicious breakfast, Meera.” I say to Meera as I stand behind her in the kitchen. She stills in the middle of speaking to the maid, then turns to me, a warm smile on her face. “That’s fine, Ms Roshid.” She says warmly. “I needed to spoil you rotten with this new recipe that I got for breakfast. So I made it,” she says excitedly as she comes to stand in front of me. I smile, remembering how delicious the food tasted. “I didn’t even ask the name. I just dived into the food like a hungry bear.” I say as I help her reach for the glass cup in front of me that she has been trying to reach. “You shouldn’t do these chores, Miss.” She protests quietly as she receives the glass cup. There is no malice in her words. Only affection. “I have told you countless times. I and the other in house staff have got this.” She smiles as she crosses over to place the glass cup inside the cupboard. “Oh, I would alw

Chase. 'And guess what? I loved killing him.' His words from moments ago echo in my ears. He loved killing my father? I stare at him. He returns my stare with a look I barely recognize. His eyes are murderous as he continues. "I wanted my own hidden stash, locked away in a bank somewhere as well. I wanted the best life as well. I wanted my own family." His voice darkens. "But most importantly, I wanted all my brother had. His life. Everything." He declares it coldly. I don't know how I manage to remain calm as I watch him. Though hot anger bristles inside me at his words, most of his words were already written in those papers. The journals from the Pharoah's father about his meeting with my biological father, Crane Olympus. One particular entry flashes through my mind now. 'Crane Olympus spoke to me for hours. Told me how his elder brother, Kane, envied him. Told me how he always eavesdropped on Kane, telling others how he wished he could have everything Crane had. Eve