Chapter Eighty-Five
"Have you found whoever stole your cargo?" She asked as the silence stretched for a while.
"Changing the topic?" He snapped. "Who the fck is Demir?" Ahmet couldn't take it anymore. He yelled and she flinched.
"What is your problem?" Asli straightened up in the sofa chair. "Don't ever raise your voice at me." Her tone was quiet, but the edge in it could cut steel. "You accused me this morning and pointed..."
Ahmet only tilted his head, eyes gleaming with arrogance. "Are you still mad about that?" His voice was low, edged with amusement like this was all some game to him. Like he hadn't pointed a gun at her, knowing damn well she had nothing to defend herself with.
Her fingers twitched before curling into fists. Heat simmered beneath her skin, but she kept her expression ice-cold. "You really have the nerve to ask me that?" she said.
He exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair as if she were the one being unreasonable. "It wasn't that serious."
