Chapter Seventeen
Just then, her phone rang and she picked up as soon as she saw who the caller was.
"Hello, sir," she spoke. Everyone knew who it was and immediately, all walking stopped.
"I received an anonymous letter today. Why would anyone send me a picture of you entering a plaza?" Immediately those words were out, she straightened her back. It was where she had met Ahmet. The crazy bastard. He sent those to him.
"Talk." He demanded but she remained silent. She didn't know how much information he had received. If she said anything, it would rather implicate her.
"Are you seeing anyone I need to know?" He asked and she almost let out a loud sigh. Ahmet picked the lowest among all the things he could blackmail her of. This was his warning.
Good thing. The bad news was, that Ahmet was her match. He knew how to play games. She wasn't expecting anything less since she was equally as cruel as he was if not more than he was.
"I needed to check something out. I heard the President was having a meeting with the P.C.D Force. I wanted to be sure they weren't going to sell us out. However, it was the wrong address. I left immediately after I noticed." She told him.
Ever since she came face to face with her enemy, she found out she could lie too. She indeed knew the President of the country was meeting the private Force he formed to eliminate the bad people. Most Mafias including herself had signed a bond with them. It was purely business. To help the country with money and to deploy men when the country needed men to fight for them. In return, they go about their business without any interruptions.
But of late, child trafficking and other uncalled-for violence were increasing and they believed some Mafia groups were in charge of the operation. She needed to be sure they weren't counting her people to be part of that vile operation.
Her adoptive father knew about this. She had already sent him her report. Just that, she needed to associate that with the picture he had received. To draw his attention to the fact that she was busily doing everything she could to make him proud.
"But why would anyone send this to me?" It seemed her lie didn't work. What has gotten to him and asking questions off late? He usually ignored things regarding her.
Had he started doubting her? This was all Ahmet's fault. If he were to tell him she had unregistered men and gave him proof, her adoptive father was likely to believe him.
"Not so sure. We can have our tech guys look into it." She tried brushing it off as if to tell him she had far more important things to do.
"The tech guys?" Mr. Marco asked, not satisfied.
"They could hack into their systems and figure out what happened when I entered the Plaza or after I entered. Maybe someone is sending us a warning." She again answered as if she weren't interested.
That must've done it. Everyone knew she didn't care about danger. If anyone was sending her a warning, she never cared. She'd do it all over again until she got what she wanted.
However, she only hoped her father was cliche enough not to question why anyone would send a warning through a picture.
And she hoped that Ahmet hadn't sent anything more than a picture and the Plaza didn't have any evidence left of her meeting him there.
However, if she had gotten the wrong address that day, he could've gotten the same wrong address too. The problem was, why wasn't just the two of them?
'Stop screwing things up for me!' she almost wanted to yell but only spoke to herself as her father was still on the line.
He had hung up even before she knew it. No goodbyes were said to her. Even though this could be her last operation.
Asli pushed open the heavy doors of her nightclub's secret door, "Blood Moon." The pulsating music and dim lighting enveloped her. She scanned the room, her gaze locking on the unwanted visitors.
They'd been harassing her staff for days, trying to strong-arm her into selling the club.
Her eyes narrowed. She thought she had made it clear to them that Blood Moon was off the market.
She signaled one of her men. He walked closer to the boss and immediately, all his men stood up in defense.
Sixteen men. She counted.