58| End Game.

LEO'S POINT OF VIEW:

As my father gives me the order to shoot Zeynep in the kneecaps, I watch the look of defiance and unwavering courage burn in her irises. She is truly spectacular, a little bud that has blossomed into something beautiful since I met her.

She has created an unexpected throb in my heart and messed up the rhythm of its beat.

I hate my father with a passion, and I have been waiting for this opportunity for as long as I can remember. From the moment I learned the truth about my mother’s demise, I have lived and thrived on deception and deceit. Manipulating the game is a thrill of mine, and I never let anyone get close enough to discover my hidden truths.

Zeynep is a prized gem, something to be cherished. We are rivals. Sworn enemies yet, she is the only woman who can put out the fire in our bloodlines.

“What are you waiting for, Leo? A fucking invitation? Shoot her knees!” My father orders.

I cock the gun, waiting for Zeyneps’ jaded-coloured irises to meet mine, an