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."
They both entered the kitchen in her apartment, and she headed for the refrigerator. She grabbed a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap.
Ruth, busy at the stove, began to dish her food out but Asli took a sip, her eyes scanning the kitchen.
The older woman's gaze followed, expecting her to turn and leave toward her bedroom as she usually did.
But Asli lingered, leaning against the counter. The silence stretched, but the older woman's attention returned to the dish.
Asli's gaze drifted to the floor, her fingers drumming against the counter. And her nanny's curiosity grew, but she didn't speak.
The silence stretched and she finally gave in. "Asli, I know you warned me not to ask stuff. But you clearly seem like you want to talk. Let it out, my child."
She hesitated but then said, "I have this friend…"
She didn't have any friends. She knew her nanny knew that but she went on regardless.
"She only wants to make her parents proud, wherever they are. But there's this person who keeps messing with her plans. She can't… eliminate him just yet but she can't hold on any longer." She let out and her nanny didn't look like she was judging her. Neither did she look at her, pitifully.
"And does this your friend like him?" She asked after thinking for a while.
"No! Never. I will never… my friend will never like him. He was her enemy." She clarified, defensively.
"See, this person and your friend could become friends. Allies maybe. Since it is impossible to avoid each other. There's nothing wrong with that." The older woman tried to advise.
"Oh, there's everything wrong with that. He and his family deserve to die and by my hand too." She immediately said and Ruth nodded, already understanding what she meant by that. She liked that her nanny didn't push her to say more than she wanted to. She knew the older woman by now knew who she was talking about but she didn't judge.
"I need to go and shower. Tired. I want more meat today." Asli tried to end the conversation and the older woman allowed her. She let out a laugh and she wondered what was funny about wanting more meat today.
"Thank you for sharing." The older woman happily informed her before returning to work on her food. This was the first time Asli had ever opened up to someone. She was happy that someone was her.
Asli didn't know when she fell asleep, her food untouched. She woke up the next morning, famished and weak. To make matters worse, she had her period too.