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I hope he gets run over by a bus and fucking dies.
Chapter Thirty-Five
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Nerida
AGE: 21 YRS OLD
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(Love in Nepali: Maya)
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One year, one month...
I ONLY STAYED IN TURKEY FOR FORTY-EIGHT hours. Instead of visiting the tourist attractions, I went to the local library and read as many historical newspapers as I could about Cem Kara. I stalked the streets searching for someone who could prove that the crime lord that Aslan had been unlucky enough to be born to had a weakness I could exploit.
I even hunted down the local police station. To ask questions and point fingers.
I intended to take my improving Turkish and demand to know about the Kara empire. I needed to understand how Cem trafficked girls, ran drugs, laundered money, all while brainwashing the public into believing he was fighting for their rights by trying to gain greater power in parliament.
He had one foot in the dark and one foot in the light, and no matter where I turned, the despicable deeds he did were just rumours and gossip, yet the humanitarian work and donations of his time and money garnered headlines.
On the second day of snooping, a man in a black suit appeared outside my hotel.
A man who stepped in front of me.
A man who didn’t touch me but made it abundantly clear that I had no option but to slink inside the limousine purring at the curb.
I got in.
I’d long forgotten how to listen to self-preservation.
If Cem wanted to kill me, fine.
If he wanted to bring me to dinner, so be it.
If he wanted to prove to me that Aslan was alive and show me that I wasn’t going absolutely crazy, then I would get on my knees and thank him.
However, none of those things happened.
Cem Kara stayed true to his word and escorted me to the exit of his homeland. He hadn’t even lasted three days before pushing me out. As I stepped unwillingly into the airport, the driver passed me a leather case with a first-class ticket back home, a care package with a face mask and toothbrush, and...a grainy, age-stained photo of a gorgeous plump baby dressed in a lion-covered onesie.
I stumbled.
I choked on tears.
I didn’t know why Cem had given it to me.
Was it meant to be an apology or some mind game?
Was he pure evil or trying to repair his wrongs?
He petrified me because the level of calculation and commitment to doing what he believed was right left no room for emotion.
He wasn’t just a predator.
