Out of nowhere, two—no, three—black vans swerved into their path, cutting them off. Tires screeched, headlights blazed, and a sickening sense of danger settled in. Before they could react, figures in dark clothing jumped out, their faces masked, their movements sharp and predatory.
A robbery.
Leyla's friend gasped, panic seeping into her voice as she whispered, "Leyla, we should just do as they say."
The men looked dangerous—rough, armed, and desperate. And from the way they moved, they weren't amateurs. They had done this before.
Her friend was right. Surrendering seemed like the safest option. One by one, everyone around her raised their hands, stepping out of their cars cautiously, showing that they wouldn't resist.
But Leyla?
Leyla wasn't built for surrender.
Without hesitation, she reached beneath her coat and pulled out a sleek black pistol, its cold weight familiar in her grasp. The metallic click of the safety going off echoed like a gunshot itself.
The thieves froze.
Eyes widened.
They had expected fear, compliance—maybe even tears. But instead, they were staring down the barrel of a gun, held by a girl who didn't even flinch.
One of them cursed under his breath, tightening his grip on his knife. A knife? Against a gun? Stupid move.
Leyla tilted her head, a smirk barely touching her lips as she said in a low, calm voice, "Big mistake."
Of course, she had a gun.
She was Iskender's daughter.
Did they really think she'd walk around unarmed?
The moment tension snapped like a tightened wire; Leyla pulled the trigger.
BANG!
A sharp cry tore through the night as one of the men collapsed, clutching his leg where the bullet had lodged deep into his flesh. His body hit the pavement with a sickening thud, his knife skidding out of his grip.
Another man lunged at her, but she was faster. Another shot rang out—this time, hitting his arm. He screamed, his weapon dropping as he staggered back in agony.
The remaining men hesitated, their confidence wavering. They had miscalculated.
They saw a girl in a red dress, heels clicking against the asphalt, a delicate frame that should've been easy to overpower. But what they didn't see coming was the black belt in karate, the lightning-fast reflexes, the ruthless precision in every move.
Leyla smirked.
"Now, let's make this a fair fight."
One of them rushed at her, aiming to grab her wrist, but she twisted effortlessly, delivering a brutal sidekick to his ribs. A sickening crack echoed—fractured. Maybe even broken.
Another tried to attack from behind, but before he could land a hit, Leyla grabbed his arm, twisted it, and flipped him over her shoulder. He hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the breath out of him.
The last one stood frozen, gripping his knife with shaky hands. Fear. Finally, they understood.
Leyla tilted her head, raising her gun again. "Still think this is your lucky night?"
As the last man trembled before her, Leyla exhaled sharply and pulled out her phone. Her fingers moved swiftly over the screen as she dialed a familiar number.
"Baba," she said, her voice calm yet firm. "Send a unit to my location. I have a few... uninvited guests who need a ride to the station."
The men groaned on the ground, some bleeding, some barely conscious, but all defeated. They knew their fate was sealed.
Minutes later, the distant sound of police sirens cut through the night. Blue and red lights illuminated the street, flashing across Leyla's composed face. The squad cars screeched to a stop, and officers poured out, their weapons drawn.
Inspector Iskender was the first to step out. His eyes instantly scanned the area—his daughter standing tall, unharmed, while the men who dared to cross her lay at her feet.
He marched toward her, his sharp gaze assessing every inch of her, searching for any sign of injury. "Are you hurt?" His voice was controlled, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.
Leyla smirked, twirling the gun in her hand before tucking it back into her holster. "Do I look like someone who'd let herself get hurt?"
Iskender let out a small breath—half frustration, half relief. "One day, Leyla..." he muttered, shaking his head before turning to his men. "Take them in. And make sure they understand who they tried to rob tonight."
The officers nodded and dragged the defeated men into the cars while Leyla watched with satisfaction.
She wasn't just Iskender's daughter.
She was a force to be reckoned with.