Chapter One Hundred and Ninety- One
The lump in her throat swelled and she forced it down. "No, sir," she whispered.
A beat.
"What do you mean, no?" he roared. "You have been preparing for this day all your life and you tell me no?"
"Demir got caught," she said, giving him the only answer that could justify their failure, hoping it would buy her a second before the word incompetent landed, even though she knew it was already forming on his tongue.
"What do you mean he got caught? How has he been incompetent twice in a row?" Marco snapped. "Is he trying to say Ahmet is stronger and wiser than he is? Where is Demir now? Tell him not to show his face until I calm down. I hope Cole at least managed to kill Markus!"
Asli drew in a breath. "Markus is alive, sir."
The explosion came immediately.
"Are you people joking with me?" His anger crackled through the phone. "How can my strongest warriors go to war with their right-hand men and still fail? What have I been training you for? What have you been doing training your men for?"
She stayed silent and took it. Like she always had.
"Ahmet is willing to negotiate," she said and the regret came the moment the words left her mouth.
"Negotiate?" he shouted. "The man whose father slaughtered your entire family? You went to war and you’re telling me he wants to negotiate? How did the two of you even end up talking in the middle of a battlefield?"
If he was this angry now, she didn’t want to imagine what would happen if he ever found out she was carrying Ahmet’s child.
’I’d have to elope,’ she thought bleakly, gripping the phone tighter. ’Or die.’ Whatever option she chose, she was going to die when he found out.
"It’s because he was captured, sir," she said carefully. "They sent an envelope for us to deliver to you."
"I don’t care what’s inside that envelope!" Marco thundered. "I need them dead. Do you know how much they’ve cost me? Billions, Asli. Billions."
Her father kept yelling, his rage spilling through the line, and a thought slipped in uninvited ’was this really about her family at all? Or was it about the warehouses Ahmet and Markus were tearing apart, the losses piling up where it actually hurt him?’
Was this just a tool for him? Did he only speak of her past unless it served a purpose to him? Did he only linger on her dead family unless it sharpened her into a weapon?
She didn’t think so. He had trained her before Ahmet and Markus began to target his warehouses, and even before she could cross the road by herself. Unless he was a prophet who knew a day would come they would cause him trouble.
He had trained her on vengeance, fed her that story over and over, her father was his best friend.
Yet, why did it sound now like none of that mattered? At that moment, why did she feel he wanted them dead because...
"Stop them before they cause any more damage," he warned, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Something inside her snapped and for the first time, she didn’t care what she said to him. "It is Demir you should be wary of," she said, her voice steady despite everything. "He’s selling your lands. Who knows? He may even be planning your death."
"What nonsense is that?"
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