Chapter 5—Sheiks IX by CJ

Sleep and train, sleep and train.  That was all Marcus did now.  His drinking binge was over, he’d returned to CIA headquarters on the east coast and was back training for his next mission.  He’d been out of the loop for so long now that he felt out of place in his old haunting grounds.  His tiny apartment was musty and stuffy, having been locked up for nearly a year.  And though his tactical instincts were sound, his heart just wasn’t into his work.

Shawna, Kess, Alexi.  They were all he thought about.  At night, they haunted his dreams.  During the day they distracted him on the firing range and chased him while he ran.  They were his constant companions and yet he would never see them again.  It was a living hell and he wondered just what supernatural entity he’d pissed off to create such a torture for him.

He sat in his tiny office in the bowels of the CIA headquarters and bounced a racquet ball off his closed door.  He caught it with ease in his hand, threw it again and kept up the steady rhythm until a knock sounded off his door.  He put the ball down, gave the order to enter and watched as Agent Dutton Banks walked in.

Black hair cut in a military style, wire-rimmed glasses and a slight build, the communications genius smiled warmly and reached over to shake Marcus’s hand.

“How’ve you been, Snowman?” Dutton asked.

“I’ve been better.  How about you?  Did you just get back from Johar?”

Dutton nodded.  It had only been two or three weeks since Marcus had seen Dutton at the Johar palace, but it might as well have been a lifetime.  In those weeks, his entire life had crumbled.

“Glad to be done with that assignment,” Dutton drawled.  “I hate the damned desert.  I wish I had been given the cushy VIP gig like you.”

Marcus laughed sarcastically.  “Yeah, it was cushy all right.  Damn near killed me.”

“Yeah, but wasn’t it a stunner that Prince Rafee was alive?  Shit, I never would have guessed.  But you had your suspicions.  Didn’t you?”

Marcus lifted an indifferent shoulder.  He didn’t want to talk about Rafee right now.  It was too hurtful.

“I suppose I thought something was up.  But yeah, it was a kicker him returning from the grave.  A damn, fine kicker,” Marcus agreed.

Dutton Banks may look the part of the typical computer geek, but he was perceptive and intuitive beyond his appearance.  Glancing Marcus over critically, Dutton asked, “Are the rumors true?  Were you really going to marry Rafee’s wife?”

With a crooked, humorous grin, Marcus answered, “At the time, I thought she was his widow.  And yes, I was going to marry her.”

Dutton winced.  “Sorry, man.  Must suck.”

“Oh, it sucks all right.  It sucks the big one.”

“She just went with her husband without any hesitation?” Dutton inquired sincerely.

“It was Rafee Armanjani.  Of course she didn’t hesitate.  You fought with the man.  You know how insanely perfect he is at everything.”

“Insanely perfect at killing,” Dutton drawled.  “And you’re no slouch, you know.  I’m just sorry to hear it was such a messed-up situation in the end.”

“Yep, me too.”

Marcus picked up his ball again and started banging it off the side wall.  Dutton watched for a moment then asked, “Have you talked to her since?”

“Nope.”

“Then how do you know she’s okay with everything?”

“I don’t.  I’m just assuming.”

“And we all know what happens when you assume something,” Dutton teased.  “But seriously, Snowman, why don’t you check it out?  Have one of our field agents look into it, make sure she’s doing well.  Just to ease your mind.”

Marcus shrugged.  He had considered that, but figured Rafee would quickly notice and make a big stink.  And there was also the problem of his promise not to make Shawna have to choose.  She needed to be with Rafee and he just didn’t want to interfere.

“Where is she?” Dutton prodded.

“I think maybe in Calistoga, California,” Marcus guessed.  It was the most logical place for them to be considering he had already checked with Homeland Security to see if their passports had been flagged leaving the country.  They hadn’t left so he guessed they were at Villa Serena.  He, however, wasn’t about to go there.

“I know a man or two out there.  Let me take care of it.  We’ll just run a quick check to make sure things are all right,” Dutton insisted.

Marcus made no comment other than, “Don’t let Rafee catch you.”

Standing, Dutton Banks gave a laugh and declared, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare let him know what’s going on.  It would be our death this time.”

**

Doctor Stacy Chen took his blood, x-rayed his arm, scanned his brain and examined his body from head to toe, making him feel like a lab rat.  It took hours and that gave Rafee lots of time to lie around and think.  Earlier that morning, after Doctor Chen had left Villa Serena, agreeing to meet Rafee at the hospital later in the afternoon, he had pulled up estates for sale online.  He’d wrangled Shawna into sitting down in the office with him to peruse them and all she had done was make a face and shake her head at each estate or large property up for sale.

“Nope, too big,” she’d insisted, or, “Way too expensive looking.”

Each place had something wrong with it.  Too fancy, too cold, not enough land, too much land, not homey enough.  Finally, Rafee had shut down the computer and said, “You wanted to get a house of our own, why didn’t you like anything?”

Shawna had shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I just don’t like any of them.  I’m not sure what I want, but I’ll know when I see it.”

He’d then asked where she had wanted to live.  All the estates he’d pulled up on the internet had been more localized listings.  Perhaps she wanted a place in Kumar?  Or maybe a vacation spot all their own in Tahiti or the Caribbean or…anywhere!

She’d just shook her head, saying she wasn’t sure what she wanted exactly but just knew they needed someplace to call their own--especially since he was adding to their family.

He thought about Kadeem and Abra as he laid in the MRI and hoped they were fairing well.  He realized adding a teenage boy to their family was a shock to Shawna on top of everything else she’d been through, but so far, she hadn’t complained much.  And that’s what worried him.  She was hardly complaining or fighting or pouting like she usually did.  She was just being too laid back.  Too unlike the feisty woman he’d married and he wondered if and when she’d return to normal.

Normal.  That seemed to be the operative word of late.  How did they get back to “normal?”

Certainly having Rafee spend time in the damned hospital was no way to return to normal.  But if it made his wife happy and got that annoying Doctor Chen off his back it would be hours well spent.

He wasn’t sure what Shawna or the doctor thought they’d find, but he was going through the motions for them.  Doctor Chen was certainly competent, she was just a bit too persistent.  And he had enough persistent women in his life without adding another one.  But it appeared as if this doctor was taking a keen interest in him and his war injuries and he knew it was because of the rumor that he’d “returned from the dead.”  Whatever, it didn’t matter to him.  And he was positive determined Doctor Stacy Chen would find nothing interesting in his body.

Finally, he was dressed in his clothes again and sitting in an examination room when Doctor Chen strode in.  She had a scowl on her face and without saying a word to him, she walked to the wall, turned on the light to read the x-ray and slapped up the film of his arm.

“Look at this,” she said, pointing to the picture of his bone.

“It’s my arm,” he drawled.

“The one you broke?”

“If it’s my left, then yes, it was the one I broke.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Well, according to this x-ray, it was never broken.”

“Perhaps you don’t know how to read an x-ray, doctor,” Rafee taunted and Stacy glared at him. 

“Don’t question my abilities, Mr. Armanjani.  I know what I’m looking at.  I even had another doctor look at it.  There is no evidence of a break in this arm.  Are you certain you broke it?”

Standing, Rafee crossed to glance closely at the x-ray and answered, “A competent doctor insisted I had broken it.  He set it, I had it in a splint for several weeks.  I remember it was swollen and nearly unmovable for a very long time.”

She slapped another x-ray up of his ribs, then another of his face.  “No signs of any breaks here either.  Now, you said you broke your ribs, but as for your facial injury, it could have just been a deep laceration and not any fracture of the bones.  But still…I found nothing damning at all that points to you having been hurt.  All the blood tests are negative.  That’s good.  Your MRI shows no head trauma from last night.  And even your head laceration is healing faster than I expected.”

“And this all means what, doctor?” Rafee inquired.

“It means that the only visible signs that you were ever injured is the scar on your face and the stitches currently in your head.  Other than that, no doctor would be able to notice any injuries…past or present.  It means you’re a damn anomaly.”

“I am not,” Rafee argued.  He held up his right arm.  “I broke my right arm when I was a teen.  I fell off the roof of the stables.  X-ray it, you’ll see evidence of a break.”

Twenty minutes later, Doctor Stacy Chen was shaking her head in disbelief as she scanned Rafee’s latest x-ray.  She even called in two other doctors to examine it, Rafee examined it and he didn’t know what to say any more than the doctor did.  It showed no evidence of ever having been broken.

Stacy rubbed at her eyes.  “This is very, very strange, Rafee.”

“I swear to you I broke that arm.  I broke both arms,” he said, looking at the x-rays again.  Of course, he wasn’t a trained eye, but he understood a bit about what they were looking for.  And nothing, absolutely nothing, was evident in the pictures.

The doctor shrugged.  “Either someone upstairs really, really likes you, or you just heal real damn well.  It doesn’t matter, I suppose.  Your wife will be pleased to know you are perfectly healthy…physically.”

“But mentally, you question my sanity?” he inquired.

“I’m questioning my own sanity right now, prince, because I’m starting to actually think that the rumors about you are true.  I’m starting to think that you are very, very capable of resurrecting yourself.”

**

The sun was setting as Rafee entered the Villa Serena estate.  He drove slowly up the long drive and stopped just as he passed the stables.  A road forked to the right, curving behind the stable cottage and continuing back at least a half mile to the winery.  It had been a long while since he’d ventured down that way, and tonight, something beckoned for him to drive in that direction.

Of course, it more than likely was just his reluctance to return home and report to Shawna that Doctor Chen had declared Rafee a supernatural freak.  He knew there were legends in his part of the world about warrior sheiks who defied the laws of nature.  But they were simply rumors.  And his life and death and resurrection were nothing more than pure luck.  His heart had stopped from the trauma of the blast, Joseph had started it again with a sound punch.  That was all.  There was nothing special about Rafee, nothing supernatural.  He was just a man.  Just a man trying to put his family back together and make his wife happy again.

He’d satisfied his wife and doctor by submitting to a battery of tests.  They proved he was healthy and that was all he needed to know.  So what if the x-rays didn’t show the breaks his arms had suffered during his life?  So what if all blood tests were normal?  He should feel ecstatic that the only thing he’d suffered in the war had been a scar.  Yet he wasn’t.  Somehow, the day at the hospital had made him feel vulnerable and awkward—like he was an outcast amongst the human race.

He halted the car at the winery building and got out.  He walked around the immense brick structure, looking in the windows at the interesting contraptions that produced wine inside, then found himself at the far end of the building.  Some two hundred yards back, off a beaten dirt road, he spied a neglected structure.  He trudged through the trees and fallen leaves and halted in front of a small white cottage.  It was in dire need of paint, the front steps leading to its screened-in porch were warped and the windows were dusty. 

Rafee mounted the steps, heard them creek and then pushed open the front door.  It had been locked, but the lock gave easily enough when Rafee applied the correct pressure.  The house’s layout was similar to that of the stable cottage.  Nothing was broken or rotten, just in need of cleaning and small repairs.  The house was small.  It would need some additions—a master suite, two more bedrooms, another bathroom and an enlarged kitchen.  The backyard contained a weeping willow tree, dead grass and a white-picket fence.  The view of the vines beyond was gorgeous and Rafee smiled.  It would need some work but he was positive he had just found his and Shawna’s new house.

**

Only John was waiting for her when she finally ventured out of the office several hours later.  Jenny had spoken with Emir and he had eased her mind.  He’d told her this news was not the end of the world.  He was right.  Emir was always right, he was always calm and he was always on her side. 

God, but she missed him.  Certainly they had spent but a few days together since knowing one another, but their connection was intense.  It had survived the war, it had traversed continents and dreams and it would continue to grow during this separation, Jenny was positive.  But she sure wished Emir was with her now.  She wouldn’t however, allow him to come.  Things in his country were more important than this family drama.  Jenny could handle this on her own.

“Jenny,” John said, walking out of the parlor and into the hallway when she emerged.  “I’ve been worried about you.  Are you all right?”

Jenny forced a smile and answered, “I’m fine, John.”

The man she had always thought of as a close uncle nodded his gray head.  She studied his face, looking for any resemblance between them.  Yet the man looked a lot like Walter Malone had looked and so discerning differences in DNA was difficult.  Both men had been distinguished looking and handsome.  Both were similar in size and coloring.  There is no way Jenny would have ever guessed that John was her biological father instead of Walter.  And she assumed no one else would have either.

“I know it’s a shock…I wonder if I should have even told you,” John began.

“I suppose honesty is the best policy,” Jenny surmised, trying to remain neutral and not collapse into a heap of emotions now that she was calm again.

“Well, yes…”  John hesitated, then looped an arm around Jenny’s shoulders and walked her back into his office.  He closed the door behind them, seated her in a leather chair and said, “While we’re being honest, Jenny, I need to talk to you about why I chose now to tell you about your mother and I.”

“Because my father is dead, I’m almost eighteen and I’ve been lost in a war for nearly a year,” Jenny guessed.

John inclined his head as he leaned against his desk in an informal pose.  “In some ways, yes.  But it also has to do with my job.  See, I’m going to be running for President and…”

Immediately Jenny groaned.  She knew enough about American politics to guess what this was all about. 

“No, John.  Please don’t tell me you expect me to be part of some happy family scene with you to help you get elected,” Jenny pleaded rather angrily and she noticed her terseness shocked John some.

“No, not exactly.  Although, that would be ideal.  I’m only telling you because my ex-wife has been making a stink.  She wants more of my estate…always has…and she insisted she’d tell all my secrets, starting with her suspicions about you, to the press just to blow my campaign.”

“Well, will it?  Will it hurt you now that I know?” Jenny asked.

“Actually, now that you know, when asked, you can honestly say that you and I have nothing to hide.  I won’t apologize for you, Jenny.  I adore you, whether you are my blood or not.  And I won’t hide you either.  I didn’t want you blind-sided by the press, I thought that would hurt you more than knowing the truth upfront.”

“I suppose that’s true.  I’m happier you and Nik and Tara told me rather than some reporter,” Jenny surmised.

“But still…it saddens you?” John inquired.

Looking up at his face, Jenny answered honestly, “It’s a lot to digest and I need time.  I’ve been through a lot.”

“You have.”

“I just want to get back to California, get set for school and see how things go.”

John nodded and stood from the desk.  He held his hand out to Jenny.  She took it and he patted it gently.  “I think that’s fair, Jenny.  You get packed, you’re leaving with your family tonight.  We’ll talk in a few weeks.  Deal?”

“Deal.”

**

The family was arriving.  Shawna felt her world start to shake a bit at the prospect of her quiet universe being invaded by so many.  Yet it was good to see family, good to reunite with everyone.  Rafee especially needed it, though he would never admit to it.

Everyone cooed over the babies.  Alexi and Izzie were the new additions to the Armanjani family and after having hugged her son for a long while and talking to him in low tones, alternately crying and laughing, Kamilla took charge of both babies, sitting on the couch with them and fawning over them like a proud grandmother.

With Kamilla, Aria and her two children had traveled.  Aria appeared worn and drained.  She cried in Rafee’s arms for a long while.  Shawna left brother and sister alone to talk and reminisce about Aasim. 

Joseph and Jazmin arrived.  Shawna received a bear hug from Joseph and when he asked her if she was all right with everything, she nodded.  She wasn’t sure if he believed her or not, but he said nothing else.

Tara, Nik and Jenny came later in the evening.  Tara and Shawna hugged and squealed for long minutes, glad to see one another after having been separated for so long.  They’d only talked on the phone once and Shawna realized that during her trying times, during her grief, she could have used her best friend.

Tara clasped Shawna’s face in her hands and declared, “Later, Shawna, we have to talk.  We have to talk about a lot.”

“I know, Tara.  But later, okay?”

Jenny had matured so much, she was poised and polite and calm in her carriage.  She looked like a real woman and Shawna had heard the story of her love woes.  Rafee had insisted Emir Sabet was a superb man.  Nik was still wary.  And to make matters worse, Senator John Banes had revealed that he was Jenny’s biological father.  The poor girl had been through so much and yet it didn’t show on her face or in her eyes.  She held herself together well, like a true confident adult.

And then, late in the evening, having caught the latest flight possible it seemed, Samad arrived.  He arrived without Isis who had remained in Johar, but he brought with him two other companions.  Shawna had never seen them before and the young woman and teen boy were quiet and self-conscious as they entered the immense house.  The woman’s eyes never left the tile floor but the boy’s saddened brown eyes lifted to take everything in.  Samad kept his hands reassuringly on their shoulders and remained with them until Rafee joined them.

The boy and woman rushed to Rafee, hugging him at the same time.  The woman let go first, appeared a bit embarrassed by her enthusiasm, and smoothed her long skirt and adjusted the loose silk scarf on her head.  The boy never let go and began to cry silently as he held Rafee around the waist.

Shawna stood by mutely.  The woman turned to Shawna and smiled.  Samad spoke in their native tongue, making introductions, then the woman surprised Shawna by embracing her warmly.

In heavily accented and halting English, the woman who Samad had said was Abra told Shawna, “It is good to meet Rafee’s wife.”

With a smile, Shawna took Abra’s hand and returned, “And it is good to meet he woman who saved my husband’s life.”

Abra smiled shyly.  She was a pretty, innocent looking woman.  And no doubt she had never been out of Johar for she appeared to be rather in awe of everything around her.

“I try to learn English,” she told Shawna.  “So we can talk.”

Earlier, Shawna had been apprehensive about the arrivals of the new “family members.”  But after seeing how sweet Abra was, after watching how needy the young teen boy was of Rafee’s fathering, she couldn’t deny that Rafee had done a good thing bringing them into their family.  It was one good thing, she surmised, to come out of the war at least.

Kamilla soon called Abra and Kadeem over to her and with the skill that only Kamilla possessed, took them into her family and handed them each a baby.  They seemed at ease with the Sheika of Kumar and that was when Shawna was finally able to turn to Samad and punch him in the arm.

“Ouch,” he complained, rubbing his arm.  “What was that for?”

“That was for not telling me my husband was alive, you son-of-a…”

“Shawna,” Rafee scolded, halting her tirade of profanity.  “I made him keep quiet.”

“Made him?  Since when can you make Samad do anything, Rafee?” Shawna challenged.

She saw a spark flame briefly in her husband’s eyes and just as quickly it was extinguished.  He lifted a shoulder in silent response and stunned Shawna by making no argument.  Then he walked off.

“I see you two aren’t quite back to ‘Shawna and Rafee,’ huh?  When you two were right, that remark would have inflamed an intense battle or at least a sarcastic quip from Rafee,” Samad surmised and Shawna glared at him.

“And I see you’re single again,” she snapped and stormed off into the kitchen.

Samad followed.  “Isis is doing humanitarian work.  In fact, I’m returning in a few days to assist her.  I just wanted to make sure everyone here was settled.  Make sure you hadn’t killed Rafee yet.”

“I have no intentions of killing anyone,” Shawna snapped, then looked Samad over and added, “Yet…”

Tara and Jenny walked into the kitchen fetching refreshments and Shawna closed her mouth.  The women chatted briefly and obviously realizing that staying in the house would only mean more interruptions, Samad pulled Shawna outside by the pool.

“How are you really doing, Shawna?  I mean…there was Agent Snow and then Rafee returned…its all rather complicated,” Samad said, making the understatement of the century.

“Yes, complicated works,” Shawna drawled.

Then she felt a tear sting her eyes and she cursed and rubbed it away with the heel of her hand.  Samad pulled her into his embrace and before she knew it, she was sobbing like a baby in his arms.

“Shhh,” he said.  “Its okay, Shawna.  Your family is back together.  Everything is going to be okay.”

“I know,” Shawna sniffled.  “And I should be happy that Rafee’s alive and that my children are healthy.  But…God, I went through so much.  And Marcus…I know this crushed him.  How can I feel so conflicted over everything?  How can I be relieved and saddened and ecstatic and guilty at the same time?  How?”

“I think you have a right to feel all of that plus some.  After what you went through…”

“After what I went through, after what Rafee went through, and Aria and Nik and Tara…the list goes on and on.  I’m no more deserving of emotions than anyone else in this family.”

“Shawna,” Samad said firmly, “it isn’t a contest.  Everyone in this family is going to feel something after what happened.  You have a right to your feelings.  So…what are they?  Are you ready to write my no-good cousin off and come away with me, or what?”

Shawna laughed.  Samad could always get her to laugh.  She leaned into him and embraced him then stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.  Then a figure joining them on the patio broke them apart and they both stared silently, waiting for Rafee to speak.

“I was wondering, cousin, if I could steal my wife away for a while?” Rafee asked.  “Once you arrive, you have a tendency to monopolize Shawna.”

“Me, monopolize the most gorgeous blonde I know?” Samad teased, wrapping his arms around Shawna’s shoulders.  “I’d never do that.”

“Samad,” Rafee warned, his patience looking slightly strained by his cousin’s antics.

Samad sighed and let go.  “Fine, Rafee, have your way as always.  I’ll just go inside and entertain the children I suppose.”

Rafee grasped Shawna’s hand and began tugging her away from the house.

“Hey, keep Kess away from these back doors too, Sam!” Shawna called as Rafee forced her around the back of the house.  To Rafee she asked, “Where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you,” he said cryptically and his strong hand never let hers go.

“But the kids…” Shawna protested.

“The kids, darling, are surrounded by so many adults right now, they aren’t going to need anything.  My mother won’t let Alexi out of her sight and Kess won’t let her grandmother out of her sight.  I think our children can survive without us for a while.”

They walked in silence, hand in hand, for a long while.  They passed the stables and ventured down the gravel road to the winery.  It took a long while to get there and when Rafee halted in front of the winery and instructed, “Just stay here.  Give me five minutes,” and walked off, Shawna frowned with suspicion.

Her husband was up to something.  And it more than likely wasn’t something good.  He’d been gone for a large portion of the day, leaving her with the children and insisting he was just getting things ready for the family’s arrival.  If that had been the case, he would have stayed at the house and helped her in the kitchen.  No, he’d been doing something and Shawna wondered just what her evil-minded husband was up to.

She waited, arms crossed, and tapping her foot impatiently.  Once she thought she heard something in the trees across from the winery and she spun around but saw only a brief flutter of leaves.  Then Rafee approached her from behind and covered her eyes with his hands.

“No looking,” he insisted.  “Keep your eyes closed.”

With sarcasm, Shawna drawled, “Then you should have brought a blindfold, genius.”

“Alas, I forgot one.  Next time perhaps,” he said lightly and there was a devious tone in his voice she just didn’t trust.

She opened her eyes and balked.  “Raf, what are you up to?”

He brushed his hand down her face and she closed her eyes.  “Just trust me, Shawna,” he said.  “You used to trust me.”

“I still do,” she argued, hearing the hurt in his voice now instead of the devious tone.

“Then come with me, darling.”  His voice was quiet and Shawna followed him.

He was careful to hold tightly to her hand and elbow, steering her around and over anything possibly treacherous.  After what seemed to be a long walk over leaves, rocks and ruts, Rafee finally halted and instructed, “Open your eyes.”

Shawna blinked in the night and smiled as she saw the small white cottage that had once been the winery manager’s house.  She was pretty sure it had been empty for some time now and it had been years since she’d laid eyes on it.  But it wasn’t the cottage that caused her smile.  No, it was the numerous white candles that lined the steps and glowed in every window, actually making the old run-down cottage look inhabitable.

“This is interesting,” Shawna drawled as she looked everything over and then gazed up at her husband who was grinning smugly like he’d just saved the world.  “What’s the occasion?”

“The occasion is…I found our house,” he announced.

Shawna looked at the cottage again and asked slowly, “Do you mean…this is our new house?”

He nodded and pulled her inside.  More candles on each of the Formica kitchen counters that had seen better days and around the dusty old oak table that served as the sparse furnishings left behind.

“I mean it, this is our house.  I already spoke to Nikash and Tara about it today by phone.  And I had a couple of contractors come out and give some bids.”  Rafee stood in the middle of the kitchen and using his arms and hands in an out-of-character show of expression he explained his plans.  “We’ll push the kitchen out that way, doubling its size.  We’ll push the dinning room walls out and then create a master suite for us on this end.”  He moved to the right side of the house where only a lonely closet occupied the far wall.

“We’ll extend a hall and add two more bedrooms so we can have an office and each of the kids can have their own room.”

“Each of the kids?” Shawna repeated, then she mentally counted.  That would be three kids now and it almost caused her to lose sight of what Rafee was saying.

“Three kids now, Shawna,” Rafee said in passing.  “Another bathroom or two, extend the living room and build a porch.”  He tugged Shawna to the end of the living room and threw back the dusty curtains.  From the large windows she could see the vines in the distance and it was magnificent.  “And look at that view!  Isn’t this what you wanted?  Isn’t this exactly what you’ve been saying for the past two days that we needed now?  Well, I plan to give it to you, darling.  I plan to make it perfect.”

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The Sheiks of Kumar IX: Family Reunion – Chapter 6