91] Meet Your Maker.

Sedar cocked his head, admiring the sky in all its glory, her velvety black curtain adorned with scattered specks of light was breathtaking as the moon illuminated the atmosphere. It made him feel at ease before the shit hit the fan. He inhaled the saltiness of the air as the waves crashed along the beach, creating a chilly breeze that sent goosebumps up his spine.

He caught a glimpse of the superyacht swaying side to side in the distance as it held the one person he wished to end himself as he stood at the marina, staring out into the surf.

With anticipation, he peered down at his golden watch encasing his bronze wrist as his dark hair encircled his forearms. He was eager to get the show underway. For the first time in a long time, he agreed with his büyük baba that this small fiasco needed to end, and he clenched his fists by his side. His nails pierced the skin on the palms of his hands and he allowed the bite of pain to consume him.

"Is everything good ou