Chapter One Hundred and Ninety- Two
Asli turned to him. "This better work." She paused, swallowed the lump in her throat, and then deliberately turned away, refusing to see him at all. "And I hope my father made a mistake about yours."
She moved fully away from him and approached her car. Standing beside it, she shouted over the commotion, "We leave in a minute. Injured men first…" The order was an unspoken rule where she made sure no injured men were left behind but she knew they understood her, and her men always obeyed. "Leave the dead ones for the Villa to clean up."
Sliding into the driver's seat, she started the car without looking back. Yet, out of the corner of her eye, she caught Markus' teasing smile. A smirk tugged at her lips. She couldn't believe how much he had grown on her.
Her car was the last to leave Ahmet's Villa as she pictured her meeting with her father.
Did she want to meet him? No. And did she have any choice? Also no.
