Chapter One Hundred and Forty- Three
Markus didn't remember getting into the car. One moment he was standing in the hollow quiet of the warehouse, the next the engine was screaming under his foot, tires tearing at the road as he shot out into the night. Streetlights blurred into streaks of white and gold, the city bending around his speed. He drove without thinking about laws or limits. Those had never mattered, not once in his life.
Ahmet's apartment stayed fixed in his mind with every mile he put behind him: the sealed gates, the layered access, the quiet certainty that nothing in that building opened unless Ahmet allowed it to. Without Ahmet's car, no one got in.
The thought hit him hard enough to make his grip tighten on the wheel. If Ahmet wasn't the one behind the wheel, the place became a fortress. There were no guards to talk to. No codes to crack. No favors to call in. Just steel, sealed shut, and a silence that did not care who you were.
