CHAPTER 22
BARAN
Hakan abi calling.
Baran ignored the message about another incoming call. He put down his dumbbells, took the towel from the rack and wiped the sweat off his brow. Then he did another set of chin-ups. Twenty-seven, twenty-eight. His brother could go f**k himself. It would take more than an apology for Baran to forgive him.
Besides, he had more important things on his mind. His informant, the junkie Rumpelstiltskin, had sent another message. The nets on Scorpion Man were closing in, he could feel it. He was getting close, so damn close.
Then his thoughts trailed off to his wife. For some reason, he couldn’t get her out of his mind, or the different ways he had taken her these past few days. Best of all, she was eager to learn and seemed up to anything. Wicked woman. Ju
