Blood Fued
Emre amca snickers with disdain.
I see nothing but red with large splotches of black blurring my vision, and I quickly swipe the bottle of wine from the ice bucket on the table, shattering it across his head. “If it’s no trouble, lütfen, drag his stupid ass to the front where my men are waiting,” I ask one of Leonidas’s men, and the second he nods, I return my attention to Mia, who is staring at my unconscious amca with wide eyes and her mouth agape.
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