Chapter One Hundred and Ninety- Two
Asli turned to him. "This better work." She paused, swallowed the lump in her throat, and then deliberately turned away, refusing to see him at all. "And I hope my father made a mistake about yours."
She moved fully away from him and approached her car. Standing beside it, she shouted over the commotion, "We leave in a minute. Injured men first..." The order was an unspoken rule where she made sure no injured men were left behind but she knew they understood her, and her men always obeyed. "Leave the dead ones for the Villa to clean up."
Sliding into the driver’s seat, she started the car without looking back. Yet, out of the corner of her eye, she caught Markus’ teasing smile. A smirk tugged at her lips. She couldn’t believe how much he had grown on her.
Her car was the last to leave Ahmet’s Villa as she pictured her meeting with her father.
Did she want to meet him? No. And did she have any choice? Also no.
On the road, she noticed a vehicle tailing her. A frown formed on her face. Without hesitation, she executed a sharp U-turn, confronting the car head-on.
She knew she was a crazy Mafia, this thrill, this surge of adrenaline, it made her heart pound in a way she had always felt in years.
"Are we stopping, Boss?" came a voice from the walkie-talkie. She grabbed it quickly.
"No. Drive. I’ll handle the car I’m facing." Her hand slipped back to the wheel.
Quickly, she reminded herself: she wasn’t alone anymore. She had a life to protect.
’A new life. A little one.’ she thought to herself. Damn right, she needed to be careful. No longer could she live recklessly, uncaring if she perished. Her baby mattered now. She hit the brakes.
"This is new," she muttered under her breath. "But a good kind of new." She smiled faintly.
The car eventually slowed and came to a stop. A man ran toward her, his steps precise and trained. Her rearview mirror confirmed he wasn’t one of her men, nor anyone from Demir’s side.
He bowed slightly at her car, then saluted as if he could see through her tinted windows. That caught her attention. This was a professional, unable to deny the fact that the man was well trained. She rolled down the window.
"Boss." The man called yet, she showed no expression.
He trembled under her gaze, frozen for several seconds when he noticed she only glared at him.
"Speak." She commanded him.
"Arh... sorry. Here. My boss asked me to give you this to drink." He handed her a bottle of water. For the first time, she softened slightly.
"He said you must be tired from the fight. Boss Ahmet mentioned he wants me to also escort you home and hopes to see you tonight. He hopes you discuss the project you have together. He said you’d understand what he meant by that." The man’s words were rushed, almost nervous. Asli’s brows lifted. Why would Ahmet reveal that much to this man?
She wondered why Ahmet would send this man to tell her this. This would only make his messenger get an idea that they knew each other outside their Organization.
How could enemies start a project together?
Yet, she remained poised, and calm, as if unfazed by what the man said to her.


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