Chapter One Hundred and Ninety
"Demir?" she asked.
"Yes. Him." Ahmet's voice was steady, too steady. "Tell your father I'm ready to negotiate." Pride edged his tone and it only made her angrier.
"Do you think I care about…." Asli stopped herself and drew in a breath she didn't want to need. "I'm here because this is my battle. My father couldn't care less if your father dies. After all, he murdered his best friend. He slaughtered my family." Her eyes hardened. "It's my duty to end this today."
Ahmet's jaw tightened.
"Do you think your father cares about you?" He said, his tone rising a bit.
That only made her angrier. Asli adjusted her grip on the gun in one sharp movement, the barrel lifting instinctively.
Ahmet didn't flinch.
"Trust me on this," he said. "I'll keep him here."
He signaled without looking away. One of his men stepped forward, phone already in hand. Moments later, the door opened again, and a brown envelope was passed to Ahmet.
He handed it to her.
