Chapter Ten
Asli's mind raced, replaying all their earlier conversation. "How did he get the upper hand?" she wondered, frustration simmering.
'Did the bastard call to find out if she received his package? Why didn't he mention the package when he called?' The questions swirled.
'You left the little gift, and so I thought I'd send it to you. Can't wait to see you in it tonight.' the words on the card she had read, reminded her again.
He knew she was coming tonight. He knew she was going to come. A painful laugh left her mouth. And a chill ran down her spine. She was on her way, wasn't she?
"I'm walking right into his trap, aren't I? No, I won't be the one being played in this game. I can play his game. I can have him losing his own game. I can… I will take pleasure in biting his head off.' she suddenly assured herself.
"He thinks he can undermine me, use sex as leverage. He wants to break me, own me, and make me his little plaything. But he's wrong."
She paced while she thought of an idea to turn this over on him. There was an enemy who wanted to belittle her rank. A rank she worked so hard for.
"I'll let him think he's winning, then strike. I'll use his arrogance against him. I'll turn his game into his downfall. I will show him I have the upper hand, and I'll make him regret wanting to play with me in the first place."
Asli slid back into her car, the soft leather enveloping her, a harsh contrast to how she was feeling. She grasped the steering wheel, her hands tightening.
With a deep breath, she started the engine and eased onto the road, headed toward the familiar location where she last met Ahmet.
And while she drove, her gaze drifted to the passenger seat, where the discarded parcel lay, its wrapping torn and discarded.
The lingerie.
The parcel seemed to mock her. Her eyes narrowed.
"I'll turn your game against you," she spoke to the parcel. The city lights blurred outside as she drove by.
Either she killed him or he killed her. Whatever way it was, only one of them was stepping out of that room.