Chapter One Hundred and Fifty- Nine
Asli's nails bit into her palm. It took discipline not to move, not to reveal herself. How dare he talk to her father like that? Why was Demir calm? Why was everyone watching Ahmet talk to their Godfather like that? Then she saw as her father signaling everyone to stay put.
Why?
Marco stepped forward slowly, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth.
"So," he said calmly, eyes never leaving Ahmet. "You're the ghost that's been haunting my warehouses."
Ahmet's lips curved, not in humor, but in challenge. "You destroyed lives and called it business. I have decided your fate."
Who the hell did he think he was to decide her father's fate? Was he high on something?
Marco laughed softly. A sound without warmth. "You think you're the first man to come at me with justice in his mouth?"
"No," Ahmet said. "Just the one who'll finish it."
From the shadows, Asli felt something shift.
This wasn't their first conversation. That much was clear now.
