THE SHOW GIRL +18 (Secret Mission!)

Wolf Unit!;

Emir Kara sat in the most lavish corner of the venue, savoring the satisfaction of having brought the owner to his knees. With a crystal glass in hand, he sipped his dark drink with pleasure, never taking his eyes off me for even a second. I say “with pleasure” because I could feel the enjoyment in that faint smile on his face, the slight curl at the corner of his lips as he watched me. It was as if he were seeing a woman for the very first time. For a playboy and mafia leader like him, that was a very strange situation.

I was determined not to meet his gaze. I had already broken eye contact and continued presenting my show on stage. But those eyes… they practically roamed over me like a shadow. I could feel it. A deep, sharp, and menacing shadow.

When the second part of my show ended, I bowed to the guests. It was part of my usual routine; I would leave the stage and change costumes. But suddenly, the venue stirred. Men at their tables began shouting:

“Ah, don’t go, beauty!”

“Lilya, come back!”

“You’re burning us like fire!”

These were ordinary reactions for me. The same things happened every performance. But for Emir, it was different, I suppose. The spark I had seen in his eyes turned into dark fury. His jaw clenched, his teeth ground together. The threatening expression on his face said it all. With a signal to the men standing behind him men in jet-black suits who looked like demons they moved.

His men acted like shadows. They spread to each table one by one. I don’t know what they said, but within seconds, the venue fell into total silence.

“Typical mafia,” I thought to myself. I shrugged and stepped off the stage.

I went to my backstage dressing room.

The costume I had prepared to wear was still hanging on the rack. With its transparent details, as thin as tulle, it appeared almost like a shadow in the dark. By chance, it seemed chosen especially for this man I hadn’t even known would be here tonight, reflecting Emir’s dark style perfectly.

I let my hair down, the wavy locks spilling over my shoulders. This outfit would never suit tied-up hair. I took a sip of water and refreshed my lipstick. Looking at my reflection, I smiled with the confidence rising within me.

It was my last performance of the week. If I could lure Emir Kara into my trap tonight and obtain a clue, I thought I could relax for the rest of the week and focus on my cases at the courthouse.

“Ahh, Emir Kara! Let’s do this,” I said, and walked toward the stage.

As I returned to the stage, wearing this costume made me feel stronger and more striking than ever. But the moment I stepped onto the stage, what I saw completely shocked me.

The venue had changed in a way I never expected. All the tables were overturned, and the employees’ faces bore the traces of fear. The place was utterly empty. And right in the center Emir Kara. His eyes never left mine, staring at me like a predator.

I scanned the room quickly. The atmosphere had changed completely, but it did not intimidate me. I stood in the middle of the stage, every eye on me. The mask on my face hid my eyes, but my expressions revealed everything. My brows furrowed, lips curled with anger. I was the ruler of the stage, and I would never surrender that.

Suddenly, music rose behind me. My show music had begun. At that moment, I raised my hand, signaling the DJ to stop. With a fearful, bewildered look, the DJ immediately stopped the music. Then I stepped off the stage and walked toward the DJ booth. Reaching the DJ, I took the microphone, unlocked it, and fixed my eyes on Emir as I returned to the stage.

Emir was a hunter, and yielding to him would make me nothing more than a dull, ordinary prey. If I aimed to exist in his world, I had to be untouchable and intriguing.

As my voice echoed through the venue, I began speaking in a strong and steady tone:

“First of all, good evening, sir. I am grateful for your interest in my performance. But I must point out something you may have overlooked when you walked in: this is not a strip club. It is certainly not a private show venue. And it is definitely not a brothel! This establishment, where I have worked for years, knows my strict rules. No touching. No private shows. The rules are crystal clear. And if there is no majority audience here tonight, then there is no performance. It’s that simple.”

As soon as I finished my words, I placed the microphone back on the console, turned, and began walking toward my dressing room. But just then, a gunshot echoed through the venue.

A deep smile spread across my face this bullet was shouting, “You’ve caught my attention!”

When I turned toward the sound, I saw the gun in Emir’s hand. It was a Glock 17, without a suppressor, its classic black design impossible to miss. This weapon was usually favored by assassins. Fast, with extremely high ballistic power. Its magazine capacity and reliability made it a flawless killing machine. That he held such a perfect weapon was no surprise. Just like him… dark.

At that moment, he had raised the gun and fired a single shot into the air. His purpose was clear. To frighten me, to make me beg for my life, perhaps even to watch me kneel and bow before him. But he was mistaken. I was a woman who had slept beside such a weapon for years.

Taking a deep breath, I locked my gaze on his eyes. My eyes seemed to say, “Well? And now what?” There was no fear, no anxiety, no hesitation. My courage was written all over my face.

The corner of Emir Kara’s lips twitched slightly. But it was no smile. Perhaps it was the reflection of anger or surprise.

I didn’t break eye contact. Silence ruled the venue. All the staff held their breath, watching in fear. But I savored breaking his authority with nothing but my eyes.

His gaze grew harder, carving itself into the depths of mine. There was no sign of hesitation, as if he controlled the entire venue with just his stare. Slowly, he drew a breath from his cigar, then released the smoke heavily, in a weary manner. The smoke dispersed in the darkness, forming an aura around him.

Then suddenly, he raised his hand. This simple movement was as powerful as thunder in the silence. The men behind him, as if connected by a single shared mind, moved instantly at his signal. Without a second command, they began leaving the venue, their steps fast yet perfectly orderly.

I stared at Emir in shock. I had seen this move before but where? Somewhere deep in my memory, something familiar stirred. My eyes widened, my heart pounded.

And then it struck me.

Ahh, the Wolf Unit!

I had gone on missions in the Middle East. Before becoming a prosecutor, I had been a peacekeeping interpreter and negotiator. We had worked with Turkey’s special forces team, the Wolf Unit. Their sign language, their flawless order and discipline in their command system… It was exactly the same. My hand instinctively went to my lips; I even forgot to breathe for a moment.

“Is this a joke?” I murmured to myself.

The game I thought I was playing on him without realizing it, he was playing on me. Because now, I was burning with curiosity about this man.

Who was he? And how did he know the sign language of a deadly, highly trained team like the Wolf Unit?

Or… was he far more than I had ever imagined? In that moment, I understood with absolute clarity: Emir Kara was not merely a mafia leader. This man was a knot of secrets.

He captured the attention of both Lilya… and Prosecutor Alara.

When I lifted my eyes to him again, he was still staring hard into mine, as if he were trying to understand why I hadn’t been afraid. In his gaze was both curiosity and wild pleasure.

But I didn’t care. I threw my shoulders back, crossed my arms over my chest, tilted my head proudly, and spoke in a mocking tone:

“So? If your elementary school play is over, shall we all go home?”

After a brief silence, he looked at me. A strange expression crossed his face. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he rose to his feet and walked toward me.

He lifted the cigar to his lips and took a deep draw. When he was close enough, with an expression mixing surprise and mockery, he spoke:

“Are you out of your mind? Or do you only have three months left to live?

Oh wait, wait! Maybe you actually believe you have some power that will protect you from death?”

He blew the smoke into my face. The thick tobacco scent burned my throat, but I didn’t back down. Instead, I stepped closer, my face just a few centimeters from his. Pursing my lips, I spoke as though belittling him:

“Ahh, I see! The women beneath you have left you so unsatisfied? Clearly, you’ve abandoned work to chase after new amusements. But let me explain something to you: I am a dance artist, not a b***h. And I don’t need anyone to protect me. I am utterly savage believe me.”

Alara curled her lips with satisfaction and continued:

“Now, let’s assess the situation. If you truly wanted to force something, by now you would have had me shoved into that black Mercedes-Maybach S600 Guard parked out back your armored vehicle and locked me away wherever you pleased. But since you haven’t done that, it’s clear you want me of my own will. Well, let’s drop the game: I don’t consent.”

At that moment, a wild spark flashed in his eyes. Far from angering him, my words seemed to give him a strange sort of pleasure. He laughed with delight. Then suddenly, he seized my chin. His touch carried both strength and a disturbing confidence.

“Interesting,” he said, his voice mocking. “Are you always this interested in cars?”

He drew another breath from his cigar and blew the smoke in my face again.

With a sly smile, Alara replied, “Yes. My tastes are quite unusual,” in a provocative tone.

Desire mixed with curiosity gleamed in Emir’s eyes. “Well, well. Interesting.”

Turning his back, he took a few steps forward and murmured,

“As for the matter of consent…” His voice dropped, carrying a threatening tone.

“For now, wild one. For now.” He smiled.

Then he studied my expression for a few seconds before pausing.

He returned to his table, picked up his glass and his jacket. Turning his back, he walked out of the venue with slow, heavy steps. Each step echoed in the silence of the place.

I took a deep breath. A storm was raging inside me, but I tried to show nothing on the outside. This man was not only threatening he was dangerously complex. My eyes remained fixed on the door as a single question rang in my mind:

“For now?” So he was determined to play with me. Then let’s play!