Chapter Nineteen
To think she was going to lose her life tonight. This was the easiest fight she had ever had in what? Five years after her fight with some group that went about calling themselves Orange Gurus. She sighed, lowering her gun.
"You have your father's eyes." The man told her and she raised her eyebrows in disbelief.
"I look nothing like my father. We are both ruthless killers and so what?"
"You think?" He whispered but she ignored him.
"Now, I hope sparing your life would help you understand, I am not your mate. You may be my father's friend, but I can kill you whenever I want. You are no match for me," she rubbed it in his wounds.
"Tie him up!" She ordered and her men obeyed with proud looks on their faces. She took out her phone and took pictures of him while he was tied up.
"You'll pay for this. Your father will deal with you!" The man mumbled underneath his breath but she heard him loud and clear.
"I look forward to that. Until then, If I see you in here again, I'll make a poster and meme of this and put them across the world." She told the man and then turned to her men, "Call the club manager to clean up this mess and open for business."
Just like she had flown the Jet, she did the same for their return home. She was beyond tired but didn't dare say a word.
The place was cleaned up as if she hadn't killed one of her new men before flying out of town. She liked it when people did their jobs properly.
She silently scrolled through her phone for any messages or missed calls while in the SUV that was taking them home. Why hadn't Ahmet called her yet? Was he waiting for her to do so? Was that why he sent her father that picture?
He asked her to keep the trailer she hijacked. She thought it would be important to him and would negotiate with him to destroy whatever evidence he had of her about her unregistered men.
When she realized that didn't move him, she wounded one of his men. She was hoping he'd call her and propose a fistfight or something. She hadn't expected him to continue his blackmail. She was usually chased, never the one to be chased.
"Asli, you are home!" She heard her nanny's voice call out. She and her niece were the only people who would be happy to see her.
Ruth hugged her but she didn't return her hug. Typical of her. "Your food is ready. Let's go to your suite."
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