Chapter One Hundred and Eighty- Seven
Asli glanced over her shoulder.
Her men were closing in fast now, boots pounding, guns raised, eyes sharp and waiting for her signal. The space between them and Ahmet was shrinking by the second. One wrong move and it would all collapse into blood.
Her chest tightened.
She shut her eyes briefly, just a blink, but it felt like a betrayal of everything she was.
"Hold me," she whispered.
Ahmet stared at her like he hadn't heard right. Smoke curled between them, gunfire cracking somewhere to the side, but his focus locked on her face.
"What?" he breathed.
She didn't wait for him to decide.
Asli dragged herself toward him deliberately, stumbling just enough to sell it, her shoulder brushing his chest as if he had yanked her in. Her voice was barely audible now, and sharp with urgency.
"Hold me," she repeated. "As leverage."
Understanding hit him like a punch.
