Night of Passion with My Dear Captive

2. Captive Victim

There are moments in life when a person is trapped, unable to decide what to do, and others refuse to give them time to think. I was in exactly one of those moments. My father had decided that I would be engaged to Cenker without even giving me the chance to think. My freedom was invaluable to me—I would do anything to protect it. Running away from home was proof of that, but encountering Kutay was purely accidental. I knew I didn't want a meeting like this. He still had his arms locked around me like a vise, scanning my face with interrogative eyes.

When my father shouted my name again, I turned my gaze toward him. Cenker was standing beside him.

Kutay looked at me again and asked, “Are you running away from your father?”

I didn’t answer. I needed to leave immediately.

“That’s none of your business,” I said, noticing the darkness creeping into his eyes.

Why was he getting angry when my response was perfectly normal? Kutay kept surprising me. After everything that had happened today, I was trying to find meaning in his every move, but he was also incredibly skilled at hiding his emotions.

As he continued to stare at me, Cenker shouted my name, and through gritted teeth, Kutay said, “Get in the car.”

What right did he have to say that? I shook my head. Being with him was absurd, anyway.

“I don’t want to,” I said.

We were still too close, and this proximity made me uncomfortable. His breath hit my face, and I could see the veins on his temples swelling.

As I tried to break free from his grip, he grabbed my arm. His grip was so tight that I couldn’t escape his shackling hands. At that moment, I saw my father and Cenker approaching us.

“What’s going on here?” Cenker asked.

Since I was struggling to free myself from Kutay’s grasp, it must have looked like he was trying to abduct me. At the sound of Cenker’s voice, Kutay pulled me behind him. I didn’t want things to unfold this way, but at that moment, I had no one else. I clutched the edge of his jacket tightly. My father’s heavy breathing scared me. Cenker stepped forward and extended his hand toward me.

“Belemir, we’re leaving,” he said.

Kutay swatted his hand away.

“Belemir is not going with you,” he stated firmly.

I saw my father’s brows furrow.

His gaze terrified me. He was silently warning me that if I didn’t come to him, something bad would happen. But I couldn’t.

“Who is this man, Belemir? Did you run away for him?” my father asked angrily.

I didn’t know what to say. No matter what I told him, he wouldn’t believe me.

Cenker turned to my father, raising a hand as if to calm him. But my father’s anger hadn’t subsided—he was looking at me like a hunter eyeing its prey.

Then, Cenker spoke again, this time addressing Kutay directly. Though I couldn’t see his expression, the way his muscles tensed told me he was glaring at him in anger.

“I’m this girl’s fiancé. Who the hell are you?” he asked mockingly.

Is he engaged? Kutay’s body trembled with his smile. While my father’s threatening gaze continued to scare me, I felt safe because Kutay’s scent was comforting me in a way I couldn’t understand and making me feel at home. Or maybe that’s how I felt because I had no other escape than Kutay right now.

I was ready to do whatever Kutay said because I didn’t want to go to that house and ruin my life. I wanted to marry the person I loved and be happy. I couldn’t go to my father who thought so little of me.

“I am Kutay Aslanoğlu,” he said, and I saw my father swallow hard.

They knew who Kutay was. I realized that Cenker had also taken two steps back. Was Kutay such a feared person? And I was hoping for help from him. Was it foolishness? Especially after what happened today.

Cenker said, “Mr. Kutay, I know you, but Belemir is my fiancé and if you allow it, we need to take him and leave.”

The man who had just cut me off was now talking to Kutay in a friendly manner. His fear could be smelled even from here.

“I won’t let you,” he said. When Cenker pulled something shiny out of his pocket, I stood in shock. What was the gun doing in his hand? Cenker pointed the gun at us. Kutay was motionless. He wasn’t doing anything. He grabbed my right hand and clasped it in his. I didn’t know why he did it, but it gave me strength. I didn’t move my hand either. When Cenker’s gaze shifted to our hands, he pulled the trigger.

My father asked, “Cenker, put that down. Who is in front of you? Are you trying to cause trouble for us?” he asked, alarmed. My father was very afraid of Kutay. I could tell this from his feelings. Cenker said, “I don’t care who it is, no one can take my woman away from me!” My eyebrows furrowed with what he said.

I came out from behind Kutay and shouted, “What are you saying? Am I an object? I am nothing to you!” Cenker’s gaze didn’t even touch me, he was looking directly at Kutay. Kutay took me behind him again and said, “If you are a man, you can shoot me, but they won’t let you out of here alive,” and two cars full of guards stopped right next to us.

I was watching what was happening in surprise.

I swallowed hard when a bunch of guys who looked like big guns came out. They pointed their guns at Cenker and my father. Kutay pointed behind him and said, “They’ll take you down with just one order!”

I noticed that Cenker’s hand holding the gun was shaking. When my father grabbed his arm and pulled him down, Kutay applauded him.

He turned to me and said, “Belemir, get in the car.” I got in the car without hesitation. I saw Cenker looking at me angrily, but I didn’t care. I was safe now. They couldn’t do anything to me because they were afraid of Kutay.

Kutay looked at the two of them and said, “Be careful,” and got in the car. He honked his horn as if it was normal. I was surprised by this move. He was trying to drive them crazy, and he succeeded.

I noticed his men coming up behind us. What a moment I had experienced. While I was thinking about what to do now, Kutay asked, “Did they do anything to you?” His gaze kept going back and forth between me and the road.

“No, they wouldn’t hurt me. I just ran away from home because I didn’t want to get engaged to Cenker,” I said. It was important to tell the truth. “Why? Don’t you love him?” he asked. I rolled my eyes at the irrelevance of his question. “If I loved him, would I run away from home?” he asked.

He didn’t answer and continued driving. I didn’t know where he was going.

“It would be good if you dropped me off at my friend Aden’s,” I said, but he didn’t respond to what I said and turned onto the opposite road from Aden’s house.

Where was he taking me? “His house isn’t there,” I said, but he still didn’t answer. His lack of reaction scared me.

“I’m talking to you,” I said.

When he looked back at me, he said, “I know, Belemir,” and continued driving.

I didn’t understand what he was trying to do. “Then go back,” I said. He shook his head. “We’re going to my house,” he said. My eyebrows furrowed even more than they already were. What do you mean we were going to his house? I wouldn’t go to his house.

“What are you talking about? Okay, you saved me, but I won’t come to your house!” I said angrily.

With what qualifications would I go to his house? “Shut up! I said what I said!” he said. “Who are you? Only your men obey your orders. You don’t have men in front of you!” I said.

Kutay stopped the car suddenly and looked at me angrily. “I’m telling you to shut up, aren’t I? I’m telling you we’re going to my house, what don’t you understand?” he asked.

“Okay, I’m questioning him too. Why?” I asked.

“Because that’s where your house is now!” he froze when he said that.

What did that mean? Were this man’s ears hearing what was coming out of his mouth?

“What are you saying?” I said angrily.

It could never be what he said.

“I think what I said was clear. From now on, you will live with me,” he said.

At that moment, I realized that my father was less dangerous. I had jumped into the arms of danger with my own hands. I had to escape. He locked the doors as I was about to get out of the car.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said and stepped on the gas.

My tears started to flow with fear. Even though Kutay was aware, he didn’t care. What had I gotten myself into? I had escaped from my father while he was a mafia member, hoping for help from him. Now he was holding me captive. I had been held captive for my freedom…