Hello lovelies!

I know that chapter 10 and 11 isn't as action packed as you might desire but I need to reveal a bit about Shawn before continuing the drama.

However, next chapter will hopefully be action packed and fun ;)

Love
Shona

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I think Islam has been hijacked by the idea that all Muslims are terrorists; that Islam is about hate, about war, about jihad - I think that hijacks the spirituality and beauty that exists within Islam. I believe in allowing Islam to be seen in context and in its entirety and being judged on what it really is, not what you think it is.

Aasif Mandvi

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I can't believe that Shawn knowingly plays with billion people's feelings! Who in his right sense act as a terrorist? And that to act as a Muslim terrorist? To be honest I hate to put a religious label on a terrorist. A terrorist is a terrorist, period.

As I keep searching for something, something called hope, in Shawns captive dark blue eyes I see him turn rigid. He rolls his eyes and looks away. This guy and his audacity!

He rests his head annoyed in his hand while his elbow rests on the window. "There you go the judgmental look again." Shawn states throwing me off guard.

There you go what? I blink a few times. "Pardon me?" I hear myself verbalize astonished while Adams soft snores gives the situation a background music.

He glances at me sideways and raises an eyebrow annoyed. "Yeah, the judgmental look of yours. Without knowing me or my past you categorize me as the worst guy possible." He clarified his thoughts with a wave of his hand, is this guy for real?

Furrowing my eyebrows I look at him perplexed. "Excuse me, you're not being serious right now, are you?" I ask him amazed at his statement and he shrugs! My eyes expand and I calm myself down while sugarcoating my voice. "I am so sorry dear, I didn't know I was wrong in categorizing my kidnapper and a terrorist as a bad guy." My words are harsh and painted in sarcasm, I cross my arms over my chest in annoyance.

Shawns eyes darts towards me. "Oh lord, seriously? You're going to pull that card? Well, isn't it great that I just kidnapped you and not killed you?" He says aggravated with his hand in the air and bores his eyes into mine making my heart race as the same time blood boil.

I fist my hands in the air and not knowing what to do I just end up hitting my own thighs in frustration, yeah very classy. He looks at me startled. "Yes, thank you very much for not killing me! You're such a nice guy!" I snap between gritted teethes while he stares at me as if I am a weirdo.

He slightly shakes his head disapproving my act. "Thanks, that was all I wanted to hear." I hear him mutter under his breath.

OMG, he can't be for real?! Blinking several times trying to comprehend the fact that the man next to me is so dense I cringe. We both sit in silence frustrated by one another. Me stealing glances at him and he doing the same but we both look away instantly when the other one is glancing.

This makes a small smile crack on my lips as I realize how childish we are being. I close my eyes and a full smile etches on my lips. Hearing a chuckle beside me I start to laugh too. Hiding my face in my hands while laughing I compose myself and tuck my hair behind my ears.

Collecting myself I realize what we were talking about and I am back to my dark mode. "Seriously now, this is not funny." I clear out load and he turns quite, the air around us thickens with tension again.

Attempting to prolong I continue to speak my mind. "What you're implying is that you're ready to kill innocent people." Shawn tries to interrupt me and I stop him by showing my palm, his eyes turn intense. "No, let me speak." I say with my voice threatening to break while my hands start to shake. "You're ready to let innocent people die and ruin lives by putting up a show? You're pretend to be a Muslim, to then co-work with other so called Muslims, just to ruin the image of 2.2 billion Muslims around the world? Have you ever thought how it feels for the rest of the Muslims needing to defend themselves for your acts? To be labelled as a terrorist for your belief? How inhuman are you?" I scold-whisper and he listens in silence.

Shawn has a unreadable expression on him while all his words and new information spins around in my mind. He is not a Muslim. He is a army officer, working under cover. Still he works in sync with the dark side, for benefit. That makes him a terrorist. Or does it? I don't know. How many more like him is there?

The reason why I get so worked up is because I feel bad, I feel bad when I get the feeling of having to defend myself for an act I have no control over, as it isn't mine action having to defend. Just because I share the same religion as a terrorist doesn't mean we share the same beliefs.

Shawn suddenly clears his throat when I don't say anything more for a longer time, breaking me out from my thoughts. "Are you done?" he asks me and a frown cross my face, he sighs heavily. "I understand where you're coming from but I have my reasons." He declares and I chuckle humorlessly.

My eyebrow arches without any effort. "And what's that? The U.S. Government will mock you if you go against their bullying of Islam?" I inquire dryly.

"Sana please!" Shawn snaps making my heart skip a beat, he will never stop being intimidating. "Everything is not as easy as you think it is. It's rather far more complicated than you can imagine." He says frustrated rubbing his temples.

Slumping down on my seat with crossed arms my gaze shifts to the shimmering river beside us. "Then tell me." I feel so drained out of energy that even my words leaves me like a whisper.

He doesn't answer me as he gets absorbed with his mobile. "Shit!" Shawn utters suddenly.

I look at him confused, his eyes are narrowed on his phone. "What?" My heart starts to pick up its pace.

He heaves a small sigh. "Javed just texted me." He looks up, worry mixed with frustration evident in his eyes.

"Okey, and?" I wave with my hand gesturing him to go on.

"Osman has due to my mobile localized us, they're on their way and definitely not to talk." Shawn stretches out the word talk.

He takes out his sim card and waves down the window to throw it away. "Whose side is Javed on?" My brain is spinning and my heart beat increases as my body starts to cold sweat.

His intimidating ocean blue eyes bores into mine making me a bit uneasy. "Obviously mine, he and the boys are under me. We all are here for the same mission." Shawn enlightens while igniting the car. "Buckle up." He orders and we're back on the road, our first home I guess.

Suddenly my guilt pricks me and I can't help inquire about the one person I couldn't care less about. "Is Yousef alright?" I bit my lip in nervousness.

"Are you seriously bothered about Yousef?" Shawn asks me furiously.

"No! But I have never hurt a person in my entire life. How evil he even turns out to be I won't be able to forgive myself if I am the reason for someone's death." He mutters something under his breath.

Shawn runs a hand through his hair while keeping his focus on the road. "He is fine! Unfortunately the impact you made is not enough to kill a person. There are doctors in their group too, he will be just fine." Shawn say through gritted teethes as he offers me a glance. "If he is not already up and looking for us." He mutters now and my heart miss a beat as realization hits me.

He drives in full speed but I have no idea where he is going. "You know we can't be playing hide and seek with them having Adam with us. It is not safe for him." I look back at Adam, he is sleeping in the back seats with belt on him, his brown hair is a mess. "Actually for how long will we be able to hide?" My throat goes sour thinking of the fact that we're on the run and God knows for how long.

"I know. Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep you both safe." He assures and I can feel the taste of bile at the back of my mouth.

My adrenaline is so high that I can't keep my body still, my legs shakes like there's no tomorrow. After twenty minutes of driving Shawn halts beside a monastery which makes me look at him questioningly.

Shawn catches my eyes and see my confusion. "Whenever we are on a longer mission I leave Adam to sister Marie. The nuns here are humble and Adam enjoys being here with the other kids. The best part is that no one knows that I leave Adam here and sister Marie has promised to protect Adam." Shawn enlightens me while walking out of the car with me behind him, he carries Adam and we start to walk towards the huge square formed black gate.

He knocks on the heavy door and I get nervous. This is the first time I have come to a monastery in the middle of the night, usually peace and warmth seeps through me. I don't know why I feel scared right now when I should be feeling safe. Too many horror movies? Mind, please just keep quiet.

The door suddenly opens and to my surprise the inside is bright with sparkling light thanks to a huge beautiful chandelier. A nun smiles warmly at us with glasses on the tip of her nose and a beautiful but tired face. "Shawn! How have you been my dear?" She asks Shawn and embraces him in a motherly hug.

She takes a step inside to let us in, her grey and white dress with matching wimple sways as she moves. "Good sister Marie, and how about you?" Shawn replies and sister Marie takes Adam in her arms.

Sister Marie eyes me from behind her cute glasses with her soft brown eyes. "Great and who's this young lady?" Sister Marie asks with a genuine smile taking interest in me.

My heart skips a beat in nervousness. "Hi, I am Sana." I introduce myself with a small smile, my voice echoes due to the walls made of stones.

"You got a beautiful lady beside you Shawn." She comments with a wink surprising me.

Not knowing how to act I automatically blush while Shawn rolls his eyes. Following Sister Marie, Shawn enlightens her about our state. "You both will be safe here." Shawn says as we enter a room with sleeping children.

My mind is so caught up with the cozy room with children sleeping in bunk beds that I almost miss Shawns words. "Pardon me?" I ask him perplexed.

Shawn completely ignores me making my temper flare. "Sister Marie I need them to stay here for a few days and Sana can help around."

"Come again!?" I interrupt Shawn and my voice echoes in the room which startles me. I quickly cover my mouth with my hands embarrassed. "Sorry." I quickly whisper tucking a strand of dark hair behind my ear.

Sister Marie and Shawn exchanges a glance. They put Adam into a bed and we exit the room, I am glad that the children didn't wake up. " I think you both need a moment. I'll be back soon, excuse me." Sister Marie excuses and leaves us alone.

"You're not going to leave me here." I snap glaring at Shawn while pronouncing every word carefully.

Shawn gets irritated. "Why not? This is the safest place to be in." He argues and leans against the wall beside the door with his hands in his jeans pockets, eying me annoyed.

"Then you should also stay." I shrug looking at a painting of fruits at the opposite wall.

He shakes his head. "That's not possible. I need to get a new number, contact my boys and the embassy, and then figure out how to deal with the wrath of the Osmans." He runs a hand thorough his hair which he keeps doing now and then when frustrated.

I raise my eyebrow and shift my focus back on him. "So do I! I put us in this mess in the first place and I'll help to fix it. I can't sit here and hide." crossing my arms over my chest I challenge him.

He rolls his eyes and pushes himself of the wall. "Sana, no. I can't protect you out there." He says sternly.

I grimace at that. "Who said that you need to protect me? I can protect myself. I am going with you that's it."

What he says next hurts my feelings or more like ego. "You're just extra trouble that I can't handle right now." His eyes penetrates mine and I feel exposed.

I roll my eyes and look away. "Okey fine, just drop me of at the closest police station."

This makes him frown. "Are you out of your mind? Osman is a police officer." He says giving impact with his hand.

"Yeah I know, as I already am trouble for you so why not just let me end all of this." I act childish.

Shawn snaps at that. "Okey fine! Suit yourself but don't you dare tell me later that I didn't warn you. We're not precisely going on a road trip." He mutters under his breath.

Bingo. I can't stay hidden like a coward. This is my mess and I want to face it. Somehow I need to break free from this life and save myself back to my original life. Maybe I can do that with the help of Shawn.

Strolling back inside the room where Adam is sleeping with the other children I plant a kiss on his forehead and caresses his soft hair. "I am going to miss you, take care big boy." I whisper and walk out quietly as a mouse while feeling overwhelmed.

Sister Marie briefly speaks to Shawn about Adam and his wellbeing. She then sees us off at the gate while we ones again hit the road.

Watching the beautiful black sky with twinkling stars make me ponder upon my state. The complete silence makes me miss Adam. "You have still not revealed who Adam is. Is he your son?" The question just leaves my mouth and instantly hold my breath.

Shawn takes his time to answer which makes me a bit nervous, I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. "No, he is my nephew. My sisters son." His voice is low and distant.

Ok he doesn't seem mad. I dread for the worst when asking the next question. "Where is your sister?" My heart drums wildly in my chest.

"She and her husband are hostages." The second his words leaves his mouth a thunder is heard and it starts to rain.

Oh my.