His personal fortune was north of $5 billion courtesy of Saddam Hussein. Of course, Hussein never knew.
All the women around him had to be blonde. That was a prerequisite. Looking back at the sapphire-blue water, he finished his third mimosa of the afternoon. Thinking of his brother, he said aloud, "Ryyaki, if you only knew what you were missing!" He then arose and motioned for his chief steward.
"Bring two bottles of Dom to the hot tub; be sure to avert your eyes."
He received only a curt nod in return. Zabakkar Ali did not allow eye contact with himself by any of his crew, unless directed otherwise with a certain gesture of his hand. Failure to observe this protocol was certain death, which he'd proved on more than one occasion, enjoying it a little too much.
Before retreating upstairs to join his women, he allowed himself a silent toast to his brother, who had martyred himself in the greatest attack on America yet. There will be more to follow, my brother. Allahu Akbar…