EVREN
One week ago
After the Bardakci's left, Derin and I headed toward our warehouse without wasting a second. It was a 30-minute drive from our villa, but Derin covered it in 15. Typical Derin.
The warehouse was situated on a secluded highway that had been shut down for years. This was where we brought the people we captured to extract information. If they refused, they lose their right to live. We had no use for those worthless motherfuckers.
As we entered the area, I saw Zaik already torturing one of them with an iron rod. He paused when he spotted us. "Boss." He waved at Emir to hand over the files. "We got all the information as you instructed, and—" he pointed the iron rod toward one of the men tied to a chair, "—he's willing to share everything he knows if we promise to keep him and his family safe."
Before I could respond, Derin spoke up. "Deal. But you need to give us your steadfast loyalty. If you try to bluff or mislead us, I'll personally shoot you and your family." His tone was icy and resolute.
"And what about the fucking traitor? Any leads on who it could be?" I asked, frustration flowing through. I was tired of people backstabbing us. They needed to understand that to gain and maintain power, you had to attack from the front, not from behind.
Dogs can be loyal, but hungry dogs are never truly loyal. And these dogs were hungry for power.
"No, boss. We're working on it," he replied, sounding intimidated.
"Better hurry," I warned firmly.
He took one person with him while the other remained wounded and tied in front of me. I removed my coat and handed it to Emir, rolling up my sleeves. Derin casually settled into a chair to the left, examining the files. I leaned toward the man tied to the chair. "Your friend has proven himself invaluable by sharing what he knows. What about you?"
He shot me a sarcastic smile. "Look who's desperate for information."
"Time will tell who's more desperate," I retorted, my voice low.
I moved to a room behind him filled with weapons, equipment, and other torture materials. I selected my favorite—a tool capable of chopping fingers like vegetables. I returned and positioned the chair several feet away from him, spinning the weapon in my hand.
"Do you think you assholes can scare me off with this toy?" he said with remarkable confidence.
I stood up from the chair, grasped his hand at the knuckle, and swiftly slashed off his finger. It fell to the ground with a splatter of blood. He let out a painful cry, but it quickly turned into a laughter.
"Do you think this is enough to make me blabber the truth, huh Evren? You guys need to brush up on your torturing skills. I've been trained to handle days like this. Besides, the guy you have over there is just a useless pawn who knows only minor details. If you want, I can shoot that bastard myself." His words were sharp as knife, but they only fueled my anger.
I grabbed another finger and sliced it off, eliciting a scream of agony from him. "Next time you utter something nonsensical, I'll chop something else," I threatened, circling the hunting knife near his crotch.
"The h-hell you will," he replied, his voice trembling slightly.
At that moment, Zaik emerged with another guy in tow, standing beside Derin while grabbing the man's collar.
More than extracting information, I wanted to crush this guy's ego. If he thought he could take the shit out me with his mere words, then he was wholly mistaken.
With two fingers brutally severed from his body, this asshole still wouldn't shut up. "I-I was saying that," he said, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. "The other day, I-I saw A-Alara's pic. She's hot. Do y-you mind if I—" His sentence was cut off by a choked cry as Derin slammed his fist into his face.
In a swift movement, Derin snatched the hunting knife from my hand and slit the man's throat. Blood gushed down, and he fluttered before finally closing his eyes, his head dropped to the side. With the snap of his fingers, he went from being a loudmouth to a lifeless corpse.
I shot an angry glare at Derin. "Are you fucking mad? Why did you kill him already?"
"He annoyed the shit out of me," he replied, showing no remorse. I wanted to kill this guy too, but not so quickly. I craved a slow, painful death for him.
Derin pulled a gun from his waistband and shot the other guy dead. Zaik released his grip, and the man collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.
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Present day
I drove to Fria's home to take her to our family celebration.
When I arrived, I found Ceyda in the living room, who informed me that Fria was in her room. I made my way to her room.
Her eyes lit up with surprise at my presence. Wrapped in a duvet with one hand out, she was munching on chips. She froze when she noticed me and quickly attempted to get off the bed, only to have her leg get tangled in the duvet, causing her to fall.
I hurriedly placed the white box on the bed and rushed to help her up. "Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded gently, still looking a bit confused.
Fria looked completely different from our engagement day. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts, her hair tied up in a bun. She stood before me like a small girl, looking so cute and adorable.
"You didn't tell me you were coming," she said, a hint of surprise in her voice.
"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you." I picked up the white box from the bed and handed it to her.
"There's a family celebration party, and I would love for you to come with me." She pulled the red ribbon on the box and opened it, revealing a beautiful raspberry-red dress. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she examined it.
When I went shopping for her dress, I spotted this one in navy blue and liked it instantly, but I knew I wanted it in raspberry red for her.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. Breaking the silence, I asked, "You don't like it?"
"You remembered?" she replied, her silver eyes meeting mine, sparkling with surprise.
"Yes, I did."
A blush formed across her face. "What?" I asked, trying to decipher her expression.
"Nothing," she said quickly. "Um... just give me half an hour, and I'll be ready."
"Okay, I'll wait outside," I said, turning my back to her and leaving the room.
After half an hour, Fria stepped into the living room with a grace that seemed almost effortless. She looked exquisite in the red dress, which beautifully complemented her ravishing beauty. Her caramel hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her soft, full lips curved into a small smile as she glanced at her dad. I couldn't take my eyes off her, all I wanted was to pin her against the wall and kiss those red lips until they were swollen and to devour her until all she remembered was my name. I quickly tried to push those thoughts aside, but my efforts were wasted.
Gently, I took her hand, and we made our way out of the mansion. In the car, I told her about some of my family members. I noticed a hint of nervousness on her face, but I assured her that everything would be fine.
After a 30-minute drive, we finally arrived at the venue. The driver opened the door of the limo, and we stepped out. Fria took hold of my arm as I escorted her into the hall.
As soon as the door in front of us opened, I was greeted by the sight of people chatting, some drinking, and others playing poker. The guests at the tables glanced up as we walked in together.
As we moved further inside, Mr. Asker approached us with his wife. "Oh Evren, you're finally here!" he exclaimed, a big smile spreading across his face. "We heard about your engagement, and she must be your fiancée." He pointed at Fria.
"Yes, this is Fria, Mr. Asker," I replied, wrapping my arm around her waist. She smiled at them.
"She is indeed very beautiful."
Mr. Asker began discussing business and the current market trends, and unwilling, I found myself engaging in the conversation. But all I could think about was spending time with Fria. I glanced over at her, she was now deep in conversation with Mrs. Asker.
As their talk grew more intense, I noticed Fria going to the first floor. After chatting with others for about an hour, I quickly ended my conversation and made my way to her. I spotted her sitting alone at the bar area, and I rushed over to her, taking a seat on the round stool in front of her. She had ordered a glass of red wine for herself, while I opted for scotch.
We talked about a few things until she queried me about the gun in my waistband. I had slipped it there when we got out of the limo. Gently, I pulled it out and glided the cold metal over her bare thigh. Her breath deepened at the contact.
I lifted her chin until our gazes locked. "Are you afraid of the gun?" My voice was cold and deep.
She shook her head. "Good," I replied.
I tucked the gun back into my waistband and, without wasting a second, pulled her toward me until our faces were just inches apart.
Leaning forward, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You are so beautiful, Fria." Her cheeks flushed a deep red.
I placed a soft kiss on her neck, inhaling her intoxicating natural scent mixed with her perfume. I kissed her jawline, then slowly brushed my lips against hers. Her lips parted slowly, inviting me in.
They were soft and sultry. I cupped her cheek with one hand while my other hand found her soft thigh. I pressed my lips deeper into hers, squeezing her thigh tighter. As the kiss intensified, all I wanted was more of her.
I felt her breath quicken as my hand moved further up her thigh.
Suddenly, a strange force pushed me back, and I opened my eyes to see Fria's anxious expression. She looked frightened, got up from the stool, and rushed toward the washroom.
I struggled to process what had just happened. Moments ago, we had been in a perfect situation, and now she had left mysteriously after our kiss. I took my glass of scotch and gulped it down in one go, signaling for another.
A few minutes later, Fria returned. I ordered her another glass of wine. She looked embarrassed, but I reassured her that I understood her nervousness. We talked for about an hour until I had to leave with an important client of mine.
While conversing with my client, all I could think about were our moments together. I rubbed my temples, trying to push her from my mind, but she lingered there.
I had never felt this way about any girl before, not even when we kissed or fucked. Yet thoughts of Fria occupied my mind, she was really fucking up with my focus.
After a few hours, she approached me with sleepy eyes and asked if we could go, as she was very tired.
I quickly called for the limo, and we drove back to her mansion.
The ride was silent, filled with a thick atmosphere. As the minutes passed, I felt a gentle weight on my shoulder. I glanced down to see her resting her head against me, her hand curling around mine, slicing through the tension that hung between us.
She gave me a gentle smile as we reached her house, bringing the long night to an end.
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