Canan's POV
"What do you mean?" My brows furrow, glaring at him shockingly. What the hell is he up to with this sudden question? We're not even supposed to be having a conversation. We have so much bad blood between us, it's a miracle we haven't killed each other already.
He weighs his shoulders, displaying his pride before me as he smirks that infuriating smirk that makes my wolf claw beneath my skin.
"You know what I am talking about, Canan."
"Even if I know what you're talking about, do I look like one of those guys you oppress here?" My voice is sharp, cold. I'm not in the mood for his games.
"Easy guy. I just want to know why he's loyal to you." There's something predatory in his tone, like he's circling prey. "What do you have on him? What leverage are you using to keep him by y
