LOGIN“If you dare touch her, I’ll kill you, Yamamoto!” Arash shouted at Yamamoto.Shahnaz, who was still facing Yamamoto, heard those words directly and tried to turn her face away from the Yakuza boss, who continued to press her in an unpleasant manner.“What if I refuse to do as you ask?” Yamamoto asked again.“You know, I could destroy you and your entire organisation, Yamamoto… we’re still bound by an agreement, so if you dare to overstep your bounds… then you’ll certainly regret having made that agreement with me,” said Arash in a low voice, sounding serious with every threat.Yamamoto laughed loudly once more and said something utterly shocking that left Arash with a question that remained completely unanswered.“If you knew who was actually standing before me right now, you’d rush straight over here and shoot me with that gun of yours, hahaha…!” Yamamoto said, turning away from Shahnaz.He turned his back on Shahnaz as he spoke those words to Arash.“What do you mean by that, Yamamo
Zaya was dropped off in front of the mosque bus stop with quite a lot of luggage. Actually, Arash really wanted to take Zaya all the way to her house. But Zaya firmly refused, asking only to be dropped off in front of the mosque.It wasn’t that Arash wanted to press Zaya for her full address in Izmir; he simply couldn’t imagine how she would manage to carry all these groceries—which were in such large quantities—with her small hands and bulky clothes. Added to that was the bag Zaya was carrying, which was also quite large compared to her small frame; Arash couldn’t bear to make Zaya carry that big bag full of groceries up to her flat on the third floor.According to Zaya, of course.“Are you sure you want to take the public bus from here?” asked Arash, looking doubtful as he unloaded the shopping from the boot of his car.“Yes, I’m sure. Why do you ask?” asked Zaya with great confidence.“This bag is very big, Mazaya. What if you can’t manage to carry it and it falls down the stairs?”
“Thank you, sir. We’ll be in touch if you do happen to have that book,” said Zaya in a weary voice after receiving a reply from the owner of the tenth shop she had visited in the antique market area of Izmir that day.Just like Zaya, who had visited ten second-hand bookshops throughout the area, Arash was doing the same along a route on the opposite side. This meant they could cover more ground in a relatively short time.However, it would all be worth it if they managed to find even a glimmer of hope regarding the book they were currently searching for. Unfortunately, the more they searched for the book, the more they received almost identical responses.If not met with the reply, ‘Sorry… we don’t know,’ then they would be told, ‘Sorry… we’ve never heard of or seen a book like this.’ In fact, some bookshop owners even asked them in return, hoping they could provide information if they had the book, and where they could buy it so they could resell it.And all those answers left both o
Andrew had received further information regarding Shahnaz, who, it turned out, was connected to a lawyer from a private practice. Strangely, this lawyer was not one of the high-profile solicitors typically employed by politicians or other prominent figures.And surprisingly, it turned out that this lawyer was not only connected to Shahnaz, but had previously been closely associated with Ekram Adolf.John bent over as he finished changing the bandage on his stomach, the wound from the shot Arash had fired the last time they met, a few days ago in Izmir.“Why didn’t you just take it to a hospital or clinic, rather than treating it yourself and risking an infection?” said Andrew, wincing as he watched John treat the wound with whatever tools he had to hand.“You’re such a… I’ve told you, I need to know how they… the mafia over there… treat their wounds and manage to survive after our bullets go through them.” John continued to argue. “But it feels… really strange,” he said.“Why?” Andrew
Just as Arash had told Zaya. After finishing lunch, Arash took Zaya shopping. Yes, shopping.But not for designer clothes or anything like that, because Arash was convinced that someone like Zaya wouldn’t wear the sort of clothes, bags or shoes that other women out there wore. So Arash took Zaya first to a large supermarket in the city of Izmir.Oh yes, that’s right. They had a bit of an argument because Zaya flatly refused Arash’s offer to go shopping this time.As a woman, she never wanted to rely on just anyone. Especially not a foreign man like Arash, who had only been her friend for a few days.“What do you mean, shopping?” Zaya asked back.“Well, shopping, of course, Zaya. Buying rice, cooking oil and other household essentials. Along with bread and wheat flour, if you want to make bread later at home. Oh yes, you have an oven there, don’t you? Is it provided or not?” asked Arash, still looking down as he focused on the food he was chewing in his mouth.Zaya fell silent and turn
Although Zaya was unaware that Rena was following her from behind to meet Arash, it was actually the man who first noticed the woman following Zaya from the moment she left the library that afternoon.Yes, Arash was standing outside the library where Zaya worked, even though they had agreed to meet elsewhere. For some reason, Arash wanted to keep an eye on Zaya, whom he believed would be taking public transport from the library to the mosque.And it was then that Arash noticed the girl moving in a very suspicious manner.He almost rang Zaya to tell her there was a suspicious person and to ask her to report it to the police. But then he realised that the girl was very close to Zaya, leading him to assume she had other intentions towards Zaya, and Arash felt he shouldn’t act rashly by telling Zaya before he knew exactly what the nature of their relationship was at that moment.Arash simply kept watching Zaya and followed the city bus the girl had boarded towards their meeting place. Mea
Arash’s arrival at their main headquarters was met with a painful sight—several of his men were badly injured, with gunshot wounds in different parts of their bodies. Others suffered scrapes and even broken bones after trying to fight off FBI agents with only basic combat skills. “This is exactly
The dawn prayer congregation had just exited the mosque and begun going about their respective activities. There, in one corner where female worshippers usually performed their prayers, Zaya tried to find the man who had brought her to this place.Who else but Arash.In Turkey, it was not common fo
Zaya turned her head and saw someone in a black leather jacket stepping down from a dark-colored sports motorcycle. Still wearing a full-face helmet, the man raised a pistol with a long barrel fitted with a suppressor. Bang! A bullet pierced the head of one of the thugs who had just hurled insult
Zaya’s body tensed the moment she heard Arash’s question over the phone. She had never expected that he would want to see her so badly. There was a brief pause before Zaya regained her senses and gave an ambiguous answer, while Arash waited calmly on the other end of the line. The man seemed to en







