Chapter Hundred and Thirteen
Asli finally pulled into the Villa's private lot, cutting the engine with a heavy sigh.
The silence of the night pressed around her, thick and almost suffocating. She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel for a second, closing her eyes.
The information burned at the edges of her mind.
Markus had every right to seek revenge on Ahmet.
If it had been her... if someone she trusted stood by while her family was killed, she wouldn't hesitate either. She would have made them bleed.
Slowly. Painfully.
In fact, that had been her whole life's mission... until recently.
Until this same bastard with wicked eyes and a crooked smile tangled himself into her sheets and into the parts of her heart she did not even know were still alive.
Now, she was hesitating. Pausing. And delaying the inevitable.
Because of him.
And knowing that made her furious... at him, at herself, at the impossible knot they had tied without realizing it.
