บททั้งหมดของ Blood Fued: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 46

Quenten Yilmaz:Lifting my hand, I knock on Mia’s door and patiently wait for her to answer. After a few beats, I knock again, glancing at the glossy wooden floor, and there is no light coming from under her door.“Aşkım?” I call out loud enough for her to hear me, but not to disturb her if she is truly sleeping. “If you are awake, I’d appreciate it dearly if you’d open the door so we can talk.”Silence…“Very well, we will talk about it in the morning; have a good night’s rest.” I sigh. “I know I won’t be…” I mutter under my breath as I turn away from her door and walk back to my room.Leaving the door ajar behind me, I begin to strip, rolling the tension out of my shoulders as I start to think more about what Stu said. I plonk myself at the end of the bed, kicking my boot off, mindlessly staring at the carpet, and my brows furrow as the pieces don’t seem to match. I immediately pull my phone out of my denim pocket, dial Leo’s number, and press it to my ear.“Look, I know what you’re

Quenten Yilmaz:I swerve to the side of the dusty road, bringing my Mercedes sedan to a standstill when I notice Niko standing next to his matte black 2025 Hayabusa with his helmet tucked under his armpit.When he turns and sees me, he carefully places it on the back of his bike and pulls the hood of his black hoodie over his head as he approaches me.He stays close to the fence, lurking in the shadows to avoid the illuminating beam arising from the lighthouse that might give away our position.As I step out of my vehicle, I pull my black beanie over my head and take in what Niko is wearing—a black hoodie, black skin-tight jeans, and black steel-toe combat boots.“How the sickme (fuck) are you meant to fight in those skin-tight jeans?” I ask him with curiosity, drawing my gold-plated gun and flicking the safety off.Niko does squats, his ass almost touches the gravel, and rises to his full height, shrugging. “Trust me when I say there is enough room in these bad boys for me to kick so

Quenten Yilmaz:My knuckles throb with pain as the skin splits open after every punch connecting on my amca's jaw. His eyes are swollen shut, his lips are torn and cut in several places, and the bridge of his nose is puffy, discolored, and lacerated. He has a knife sticking out of both thighs, his once pristine shirt is ripped open, and his chest is covered in candle wax burns.I’ve only just managed to stretch his torture session over three days, and in all honesty, he’s taking everything I give him like a fucking champ.The lying son of a bitch is a sucker for pain.I flick my wrist, sending fresh blood splattering across the barn floor, staining the bales of hay a deep crimson. Emre’s amca head droops to one side, a groan steeped in pain escaping from deep within his throat. Weeks have passed since my wife was taken from the apartment. It has been weeks since the senseless murder of Stuart, and I find myself compelled to return to the mansion, as staying at the apartment was drivin