The game is starting;
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When I read the message, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Bora, seeing me like that, immediately moved toward me.
“Prosecutor, are you alright? Did the alcohol hit you? My God, this little bit of drink couldn’t possibly knock you out!” he said, his expression wavering between worry and confusion.
“Bora, stop with the dramatics. Sit down and act as if we’re just enjoying our drinks,” I replied, my voice carrying calm authority.
“I don’t understand, Prosecutor?”
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a brief second. “Listen to me carefully now. The person who just texted me is Emir Kara! He says, ‘Send that guy you’re with away or I’ll come in and take his corpse myself.’”
Bora suddenly burst out laughing. This time, it wasn’t an act the laughter was genuine, deep from his chest.
“Are you insane? Do you have a death wish? What’s so damn funny?” I snapped sharply.
“Hahaha! Forget it, Prosecutor. I’ll explain later. Go on, what were you saying?”
I pressed my lips together tightly and refocused. “First of all, is there any chance they’ve discovered your identity? Second, we might actually have an opportunity to expose Emir’s casinos. When exactly is the opening?”
Bora shrugged casually, his tone relaxed. “My identity doesn’t even exist in this country, Prosecutor. I’m a hacker. Making sure there’s nothing about me out there that’s my specialty. As for the other matter, the opening is next week. But it’s invite-only. No one from the department has been able to access the location or the invitations.”
“Perfect,” I said with a sly smile. “Alright, are you sure you’re fine? The alcohol hasn’t affected you at all?”
“For me, this much alcohol is like sniffing cologne, Prosecutor.”
“Good. In that case, what do you say we cause a little chaos?”
“Oh, I love a bit of fun, Prosecutor. When do we start?”
“Right now,” I answered. Taking a deep breath, I locked my eyes on him. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, Bora. Think of this as a stage play.”
I stood, moved closer, and cupped his face in my hands before pressing my lips against his. Bora froze for a second, then quickly adapted. Without standing, he pulled me into his lap. As his strong arms guided us downward, it almost looked like we were in the middle of a passionate tango.
Barely seconds passed before two gunshots echoed from the grove outside. The bullets had been fired into the air clearly, Emir was sending a warning.
In Bora’s arms, I pretended to tremble with fear, burying my face into his chest. He stroked my hair gently, as though to soothe me. The moment our eyes met, we both struggled not to burst out laughing.
Bora leaned to my ear, whispering softly, “Prosecutor, I really should make you a fake actor’s license one day. You’ve got talent.”
“Shut up, don’t make me laugh! Take me inside and close the curtains let that maniac lose his mind!” I whispered back.
Bora brushed his lips against my nose with a playful grin. “Understood, Prosecutor.”
As always, Bora followed my instructions to the letter. Once inside, tension lingered faintly on our faces, but the moment our eyes locked, laughter filled the room.
It was just a game, but deep down, we both knew it was a calculated performance one designed to outmaneuver a predator. Emir Kara, the man who thought himself untouchable, was underestimating his opponent far too much.
Still grinning, Bora managed to keep his tone serious. “So, Prosecutor, what’s our next move?”
I turned to him with excitement in my eyes. “Listen, Bora, this is only the beginning. The next stage of the plan will be much bigger…” I began explaining the details.
Minutes had passed when a sudden, thunderous knock rattled the door. I froze. Snapping myself back, I quickly headed toward it.
The moment I opened the door, the sight before me stole my breath. Emir Kara stood there, his black hair framing eyes that burned like fire. Behind him, twelve men shadows moving with military precision stormed inside.
The air shifted instantly; it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out and replaced with raw tension. Emir stood like a raging bull, nostrils flaring, and the first thing he did was lock his gaze on me. God… he really was checking whether I had gotten close with Bora. Then, his eyes swept the room, searching for him.
He suddenly stepped forward. Not seeing Bora, he raised a finger at his men. “Find that bastard. But don’t kill him. This is personal now.”
I turned sharply to him, my voice cutting like a blade. “Okay, now that your little house-raid game is over, get out of my home!” I sneered. “And please, try not to wreck the place with your goons on the way out. I’m going to bed.”
Emir seized my arm with brutal force, yanking me toward him. “Not so fast, you sly little thing,” he hissed. “Your turn hasn’t come yet.”
One of his men approached and reported, “The house is clear, sir. We found a hidden vehicle passage leading from the closed garage. We don’t know where it leads, but we can begin tracking immediately.”
I was laughing inside. Bora was already long gone on his bike. Everything was going exactly as planned. Emir’s eyes burned with fury as he turned to his man. “You’ll find him for me by dawn. Now go.”
I cut in quickly, my voice dripping with venom. “Not ‘go.’ You mean ‘let’s leave, we’re trespassers who barged in uninvited, we should get the hell out!’ That’s what you meant to say.”
Emir’s rage flared even hotter. His men had already exited, leaving us alone. He stormed toward me like a demon. “Do you have a death wish? Did you really think you could spend the morning in my bed and the evening in another man’s arms? What courage is this?!”
I crossed my arms defiantly and leaned in, my words sharp as daggers. “Who the hell do you think you are, Emir Kara? You touched me because I allowed it. I was beneath you because I wanted to be. Your primitive, thug nonsense doesn’t work on me. I’m not your property. Now don’t make me repeat myself get out of my house!”
His grip tightened painfully on my arm. “Listen to me, little thing. Everything you’ve done so far, I’ve allowed. If I had wanted, I would have taken you that very first night. If I had wanted, you wouldn’t even have seen the sun again. But now, you won’t return to your life without paying the price for your actions.”
In one swift motion, he hoisted me onto his shoulder. My kicks and punches were utterly useless. His massive frame felt indestructible, as if bullets themselves would bounce off him.
We descended, and he shoved me into an armored SUV. The doors locked tight. I had to keep playing my part. Pounding the door, I screamed,
“Then let the game begin, Emir Kara!”
The windows were so darkly tinted that not even light could pierce through. I had no way of knowing where we were headed.
After nearly an hour and forty minutes, the vehicle finally stopped. I sat sunken into the seat, arms crossed tightly across my chest, making sure my discomfort was clear.
Minutes later, the door opened.
“Miss Alev, you may step out now. We’ve arrived,” one of the men said coolly.
I furrowed my brows and snapped back, “Are you seriously asking for consent from someone you’ve kidnapped? No, I’m not getting out! Take me home immediately!”
The man shifted uncomfortably. “Please, ma’am, don’t make this difficult.”
I ignored his words, continuing with a dismissive tone. Just then, one of the guards reached into the vehicle, attempting to grab me. But before he could, a sharp voice cut through the air.
“Don’t. Touch. Her. Unless you’d like to lose that hand.”
I whipped my head around. There stood Emir, towering beside the car, clad in a jet-black shirt, his gaze dark and merciless, a cigar in hand. The guard instantly recoiled, his face pale with fear.
“I-I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again,” he stammered, bowing his head as he retreated.
Emir’s piercing eyes locked onto mine as he stepped closer. The moment our gazes collided, a shiver ran through me. Still, I glared back with defiance.
“Emir, you’ll pay for this! Take me home this instant!”
My words hung in the air as he dropped his cigar, crushing it beneath his shoe. Exhaling a slow cloud of smoke, he fixed me with that unyielding stare.
“The days of asking for your consent are over, darling. It’s time you met the real Emir.”
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