I couldn't believe how we had ended up in this situation. Marla, Betsy, Veronica, and I were stuck at a table with the volatile and dangerous Sheikh Amir. I was still dressed up as a girl and it was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable by the minute.
Amir kept ordering more and more drinks and food, and his mood was swinging wildly. One moment he would be laughing and joking, and the next he would be hurling insults and throwing things. I was starting to feel like we were never going to be able to leave.
I looked over at Marla and she seemed just as uneasy as I was. We both knew that one wrong move could set him off again. Betsy and Veronica were trying to keep the conversation light, but it was hard with Amir's unpredictable behavior.
Suddenly, Amir slammed his fist on the table, causing all of us to jump. "I have an idea," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I'm going to take you all to my private island."
