Chapter Eighty- One
He lurched backward, his legs giving out, and he slid down the side of the car, leaving a red smear behind him. His mouth opened, but no words came out— only a harsh, and painful gasp.
Ahmet never gave second chances but whenever he did, he didn't take its betrayal lightly. He exhaled, sliding his pistol back into its holster. The job was done. No need to linger. He texted his location to his men to clean up immediately.
As he walked back to his car, he hoped whoever Alec was double working for, got the message when he found his body.
Business in broad daylight— it was also to send a message. He didn't fear anyone. He didn't care who was involved. No one betrayed him and when they did, their body was left for the crows to feast on.
He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his thigh, his fingers tapping lazily against the fabric of his trousers.
Alec was handled. Another mess was cleaned up.
