Quenten Yilmaz:After Mia slips into the bathroom, I comb my fingers through my hair and take a seat. My gaze bores into Emre amca who is staring back at me with a shit-eating grin that makes me want to stick a spoon in his eyeball. The thought of him squirming in pain and crying like a little kiz (girl), summons a sardonic smile to crawl across my cheeks.If I were to end his life, not a single inch of me would regret it or be saddened by it. I hate this motherfucker with a burning passion, and I truly believe witnessing him take his final breath would bring me some sort of closure regarding my parent's deaths. But the harsh reality of this situation is that his life is not mine to take. It is Cenk’s, and I refuse to rob him of such a gift.“What are you doing here, Emre?” I sneer through gritted teeth, leaning forward and resting my elbows on the table, staring into his soulless eyes.“Leonidas and I cut a deal.” His tone is blunt and cutthroat.I glance at Leonidas, who is staring
Mia Yilmaz:I let out a sigh, attempting to quell the flutter of nerves within me as I gaze through the tinted window of the SUV, observing the blur of passing cars while Niko brings the vehicle to a halt. Kai leans forward in the front passenger seat, his gaze scanning our surroundings as far as his eyesight can see before he exits the vehicle. Vibrant and vivid lights pierce through the inky darkness of the night sky, casting a radiant glow as the city awakens, teeming with the energetic pulse of nightlife surrounding us.Quenten had asked me to accompany him to a dinner meeting he had with the Greek mafia lord, Leonidas. At first, I wanted to decline, but then I thought about it a bit more and decided I would join him. Being cooped up in the apartment is driving me crazy with cabin fever. I’m tired of staring out the same windows and at the same pristine walls. It’s been two long weeks, and a bit of fresh air and a change of scenery will be good for my mental health.It also beats
Quenten Yilmaz:I can taste the innocence melting from her tongue onto mine. It’s sweet, intoxicating, and unbelievably addictive. If someone had told me that I would be willingly and passionately kissing Julian Kincaid's daughter, I would have laughed and shot them in the chest.But then no one saw that the daughter Carmen Kincaid enthusiastically parted with was not a Kincaid by blood. So, in some twisted way, Mia isn’t our enemy; she is the daughter promised to us that would pacify the blood feud between our warring families, and honestly, I don’t think it would make a difference if she were a true Kincaid.The first time I laid eyes on Mia, it was as if she had magically summoned vines of affection to disperse from my heart, capturing the cold organ and pumping life back into it.The very life my ex sucked out of it.I’m completely infatuated with her.A delicate sound slips between her lips as I tenderly caress my tongue against hers. She moves nearer, dissolving into my hold, an
Mia Yilmaz:I walk through the quiet apartment toward Quenten's office, cradling a cup of bitter coffee and finding some solace in the warmth beneath my palms. Despite the presence of men throughout the apartment, I still feel alone. I find myself filled with fear at the thought of being alone for too long, as the deeper I delve into my mind, the more I seem to drift away, lost in my troubling reflections. Questions emerge, and I realise that if I were to indulge my curiosity and search for the answers, I would be left feeling vulnerable, shaken, and completely devastated.Somethings are best left unturned.As I draw close to Quenten’s office, my steps slow down when I hear him speaking to someone. “It’s been weeks since the mansion was attacked and my wife and abi’s lives were almost taken, Leo. I sent you on a mission to bring me the men who are responsible for the heinous act. Stu is sure the culprit is in the area you're searching." His voice is low, dark, and heavily coated with
Quenten Yilmaz:I stand back, watching Mia take her time as she pays her respects to her late abla.“She’s a strong cookie, that one,” Stu mutters as he stands beside me, rubbing his hands together. “I don’t know how she is still standing tall. If I were in her position, I’d be a fucking mess.”“Evet, I am in awe of her. I have to keep reminding myself that she isn’t made of glass every time I am around her. I try not to shadow every move she makes, waiting for her to collapse just so I can catch her.”“All I see is her cutting herself off, trying to suffocate her internal wounds from being exposed to those around her. Unfortunately, her grief will catch up with her and mentally destroy her.”“Mia desires vengeance. When I told her I’ll train her to protect herself so she wouldn’t have to go through something like this ever again,” I reply with my gaze crucially fixated on my wife. “She told me she doesn’t want me to train her for protection. She wants me to train her so she can kill
Mia Yilmaz:It’s been two days since I left the hospital and started my new life at the apartment with Quenten.As the vehicle Leo was driving pulled into the underground carpark, I looked at Quenten and asked him what we were doing there. Part of me thought he was going to leave me at the apartment on my own, and I’m not going to lie; I truly hoped my thoughts were true.However, I felt a twinge of disappointment when he turned to face me and explained that we would be staying at the apartment until he deemed it safe for us to return to the mansion. Then he expressed something that caused my heart to flutter with joy. “I don’t want you returning to the mansion where all your trouble started, aşkım. You lost your family there, and I want you to stay here with me until you are fit to return. I need my queen to be prepared to face any challenges that may arise. There is no weakness in mourning in private, and that’s what I want for you. I want you to mourn your family and try to come