Sedar sat in Ezekiels police station office, poring over the files he had passed him from the airport database as he spoke over the loudspeaker with Ozgar.
"He continues to refuse to speak, regardless of how hard the guard you paid on the inside tries to convince him," Ozgar's voice filled the office, joined by Sedar muttering.
"If no new information is received by the end of tomorrow, it may be time to switch to plan B. The longer they remain out there, the more my wife is a sitting duck waiting to be captured."
"I'm going to double her security detail and continue to assist on this side," Ozgar said as he hung up.
Sedar rose from his chair, rubbing his stiff neck as the small office made him feel claustrophobic. He paid no attention as Ezekiel entered the office through the open door, carrying two Starbucks coffees and two bagels from across the street.
Ezekiel took in Sedar's demeanour and expressed the same sentiments.
It was as if
Sedar stood outside his wife's hotel suite later that evening, waiting for her to emerge. He had arranged for a renowned chief to visit and prepare a five-course meal for them. He had requested that the front desk arrange for someone to decorate his suite and make it more intimate for dining, as he was unable to take her out. When the door finally jerked open and his gaze fell on hers, he was rendered speechless, his eyes wide and his body stiff. Standing before him was the most elegant version of his wife he'd ever seen; she was dressed in a long gold sequin gown that hugged her figure in all the right places, with her breasts threatening to spill over the seams and a long split running up to her upper thigh in the skirt. Her skin was radiant, her cheeks naturally flushed, and his eyes couldn't help but notice her breasts appeared larger; he simply assumed it was due to the dress being achingly tight. He had to literally pick his jaw up off the ground and wi
Sedar was startled awake when he was struck in the face; he awoke to the faint sound of his wife screaming in her sleep as she continued to toss and turn in his arms. He pried them to their sides, drawing her flush against his front as he spooned her and spoke in a firm tone to rouse her from her night terror. "Askim, return to me with your mind clear and your heart unscathed." He kept repeating till she began to stir, hiccupping as she fought to recover her breath from the tears she had wept. "Sedar? I'm afraid of dying," she cried. Her body convulsed uncontrollably. "I will put my life on the line before allowing anything to happen to you, and if I die, you can bet your precious esek that I will be resurrected just to take the bastards to hell with me." He muttered, leaving no room for her to question him. "The night terrors will never go away, my past will never let me forget, and my future of terror-free living will always be a distant dre
"DUR!!!!" (STOP!!) He yelled out as he handed Mercedes his phone and unbuckled his belt. "Call for help!" He said as he waited for the Jeep to come to a complete standstill and pushed open the car door. He bolted towards the car wreck in which Zeynep was trapped in. She clutched the phone with trembling hands, her vision blurred by tears streaming down her cheeks as her bottom lip trembled in time with her hands. She turned her head a second time and noticed the atmosphere was thick with black smoke and the horn was blaring. "And, of course, my lovely granddaughter." She jumped, tears streaming down her cheeks as she recognised the voice on the other end of the phone. She gulped as she slowly faced the phone, as though starring in a suspense film. "Surprise, oh, shock, shock, shock!!" Sedars büyük baba laughed, his face filling the phone's screen. "That little stunt I just performed was merely a warm-up. You inform your husband upon his return
Sedar returned to the jeep, opening the boot, and drew out an air compressed bag containing a new shirt. He pulled the piece of clothing over his shoulders and buttoned it up after removing his damaged one. He stuffed the ripped garment into the boot and cleaned himself as best as he could with a little packet of cleansing wipes he kept in his travelling bag. He secretly praised the Gods that Zeynep made it by the skin of her teeth as he furiously cussed out his büyük baba. He slammed the boot and took one final glimpse at the car wreckage the emergency services were containing and slowly rolled his aching shoulders back. He was experiencing a wide range of emotions, and his head was pounding from a growing migraine. He had no idea that his büyük baba was a deranged nut with a posse of goons working for him, and it made him wonder what kind of life his büyük baba led before his baba died. Or, why was he willing to kill his bloodline to get his hands on Sedars legacy?
Mercedes leant against the window of the small bedroom in the hotel suite in Ponsonby where they were currently staying. She combed her tangled hair with her fingers, wishing Sedar had allowed her to shower before the doctor arrived. Her body shook as her mind wandered; the tears that spilt from her tear ducts demonstrated the toll that the constant life-threatening situation had taken on her. Her thoughts kept repeating the bullet striking the road where the pool of oil leaked, and she wondered where it had come from and the magnitude of such a small object obliterating everything it brushed, altering time in the blink of an eye, which is all it took when it ignited against the pool of oil with the intentions of claiming Zeynep. She despised the fact that she loved Sedar with a potent passion as if she were a junkie on a bad trip. However, her heart knew what it wanted, and who was she to deny herself of love? She yawned and touched the chain around her neck
Sedar dashed towards her, sliding on the ground as he examined her with the words 'Please, not my baby' running through his mind. As he stood with his wife in his arms, his heart was beating in his ears, distorting his world. As she cried out in pain, he staggered towards the door, holding her close to his chest. "Get the jeep ready, notify the hospital that we're on our way, and notify Ezekiel that his 'kid' has been targeted once more!" He bellowed out, his words bouncing off the wall and reverberating in his ears. They exited the elevator car, jumped into the waiting Jeep, and sped away. The hospital was only a few minutes away, but it felt like an eternity as they zoomed past traffic, running yellow lights, and tooting at cars to drive faster or move out of the way. A nurse stood at the double doors with a wheelchair in her hands, a female doctor in a white coat, and Ezekiel was waiting for them outside of the emergency department when the Jeep came to a
"I want you to hold him accountable, make him suffer as a result of murdering our baby!" Mercedes sobbed as she remained curled up on her side in the hospital bed. "If there is one thing you can do for me, it is to inflict some serious pain on the bastard." Her words were deeply loaded with venom, and they sounded strange to her. "Torture him gradually, until he wishes he had never come after us!!" Sedar handed Ezekiel the printed photos and knelt beside her, wiping away the tears that pooled around her eyes, threatening to burst like a dam and the anger he once felt before being overcome by an outpouring of love for his unborn child, returned with a vengeance. "Askim, (my love) you have my word on it. He will be held accountable for the transgressions he has committed against us." He declared with his top lip curling up in a snarl. As her anger was suddenly directed at him, she shook her head, smacking his hand away. "You said he wouldn't hurt me again," she
She hobbled down the corridor with her head bowed as she clutched her stomach, stifling her cries as she bit the inside of her cheek. Passing an empty room with the door wide open, she spotted a males trenchcoat slung over the end of the bed and without second-guessing her motives, she crept into the room, pulling the trenchcoat over her shoulders. She popped the collar after she stuffed her long hair inside the jacket, and covered her head with the baseball cap she discovered hanging on the back of the door's hook. She couldn't allow Sedar or his henchmen to apprehend her; it was time for her to stand on her own two feet and reclaim control of her life. She was strong; being strong had been her only option since her seventh birthday, and she was sick of being strong for all the wrong reasons at the tender age of twenty-two. She made a pit stop on her way out, stopping by the intensive care unit, and paid Zeynep a quick visit. She needed to see her; she neede