Chapter 27

Tariq looked down at the phone, the name of Ibrahim Calloway flashing on the screen. The international medical magnate, the man they called ‘the Barakat Allah' and the owner of the Al-Jawhara Sedan fleet, was waiting for an answer. Tariq didn't press the phone to his ear. He held it out, a cold laugh escaping his lips as he looked at Jaber Sloane, whose head was still matted with blood from the bottle Tariq had shattered over it. "You should ask your nephew if he would let me meet you,"...