95] Badass Assassin.

He watched as his abla pulled the trigger, murdering their büyük baba in execution-style, her face concealing any emotions coursing through her veins, and his breath caught when her gaze fell on his.

"Mr Ozturk," she said with wide eyes, dropping the gun, "we need to get you out of here before more men arrive and you need urgent medical attention." He could hear the strain in her voice as she yanked him to his feet with every ounce of strength she possessed.

With a deep breath, "There is no reason for you to address me as Mr Ozturk, abla," (sister) He croaked, his throat and chest stinging with each breath he inhaled.

"Hayir (no), I don't feel comfortable formally addressing you. I am neither an Ozturk nor a Peker," Her determination to be known as Neriman Yildiz was audible in her voice.

"However, there is no denying that we are twins. Now that I've found you," he huffed, "I'm not sure I want to let you go, and I'm not sure my wife will either." He m