All Chapters of Blood Fued: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mia Yilmaz:“The mansion is under fire!” Nate growls as he jumps to his feet, pulling out a handgun from inside his boot and aims it in front him.Where the hell did he get that?Grace rushes out the door with her phone pressed to her ear, all the color from her face drained as her movements become clumsy. She yelps as she trips over, landing on her knees, and my father rushes towards her. Helping Grace to her feet, he only releases her when he is certain that she has found her footing.“Run, child!” My father yells at her, shoving her forward as men pour out of the living room and into the backyard with their weapons trained forward, heading straight toward us.My husband's gaurds do their best to protect us, sending bullets to disperse past us as they target the intruders wanting our heads as a trophy. Rose quickly jumps to her feet with wide eyes brimming with terror. She grabs Grace by the hand and looks at me with a brave persona etched into her pretty face. “We have to run, Mi

Quenten Yilmaz:“How much longer are you planning to leave them in an induced coma, doc?” I ask Dr. Saint about his plans when he waltzes into Cenk’s hospital room, where he is reading over my abi’s medical notes.Sighing, he lowers the clipboard and meets my gaze. “Would you care to join me outside in the hallway, Mr. Yilmaz, so we can speak openly?” He speaks quietly, as if he is worried he’ll awaken my abi.I nod my head and gesture towards the open door. “Sure.”As we step outside, Dr. Saint places the clipboard inside the stainless-steel wall document holder, then shoves his hands inside the pockets of his lab coat, holding my gaze. “I’ve already started to reduce the dose of medication that is sedating Mr. Cenk and Mrs. Yilmaz. They are both stable enough to come out of their induced comas, but we won’t know the extent of Mr. Kincaid’s and Mr. Ozan’s injuries until they regain consciousness. The arrowheads did some intensive damage to one of Mr. Kincaid’s lungs and punctured the

Mia Yilmaz:I claw myself out of the murk that wishes to hold me captive longer than I am willing to allow it. A small light of hope glimmers in the darkness, and I use every ounce of strength I own to get there. My eyelids feel heavy, but I manage to guide them open, and they land on my husband's friend, sitting beside me, with his brows furrowing in deep concern.My mouth feels as dry as the Sahara Desert.I sweep the tip of my tongue over the bow on my upper lip, simultaneously exhaling through my mouth. “Where am I?” I manage to croak out; my throat feels raw like I’ve just swallowed a pile of glass.Gods! I feel like I’ve been drugged and tossed around like a rag doll, and the fight to keep my eyelids open is a battle I’m slowly beginning to lose.Leaning forward and clearing his throat. “I am Stuart, Mrs. Yilmaz, your husband's best friend and lawyer.” He quietly introduces himself with a look of pity gleaming in his charcoal-coloured irises. “To answer your question, you are in

Mia Yilmaz:I open my eyes with a start, jolting upright in the bed and crying out as pain splinters across my torso.“Oh, darling, careful now.” The nurse beside my bed informs me gently. “You don’t want to burst those stitches open now, do you?”“No,” I groan, relaxing a little after realizing where I am.The nurse leans closer to me. “Your husband hasn’t moved a muscle since he returned yesterday. I don’t think he has slept a wink, either.” She winks at me as she places a plaster on the back of my hand where the IV needle was, then exits the room.Sighing, I shift my gaze to the armchair in the corner of the room. “There is no need for you to be here,” I state firmly, wanting to be left alone.Holding my gaze, Quenten straightens in his seat, tilting his head side to side to try to release the built-up tension he has gained from being here. “This is the only place I need to be right now.” He replies in a nonchalant tone.“What about Cenk? Don’t you want to be with him? I’m sure he

Quenten Yilmaz:“How is she holding up?” Stu asks me over the phone, his voice filled to the brim with genuine concern for my wife's well-being.Grinding my molars together, “She’s doing better than I expected. She has lost her entire family, and I haven’t heard her mourn a single tear for them. She hasn't screamed or broken anything.” I reply with my phone pressed against my ear as I stand outside Mia’s hospital room, rooting my feet into the ground. “When Nate passed, she cleared the room, and I had to force myself to grant her wish after she shoved me towards the door.”I had stood outside the door for God knows how long until the fear of her harming herself seeped deeply into my pores, and I had to get Doctor Saint to unlock the door. Upon entering the room, my heart sank deep into my stomach. Lying on the bed with half her body draped over Nate’s, Mia had fallen into a deep sleep.As I crossed the cold and dimly lit room, I gently placed my hand on Nate’s forehead, only to pull i