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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.”

She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" 

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him.

“Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?

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"What's going on?" her father asked, his tone curious.

She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Ahmet's mouth resumed its exploration, and she struggled to maintain a coherent conversation.

"Just… just needed to heal, sir," she stammered.

Her father's voice was skeptical. "To heal, huh? Since when did you need days off to heal? Are you getting soft?"

"No, sir. I..." She felt Ahmet's fingers inside her too while his tongue continued to pleasure her. She tried to hold back, but a soft moan escaped her lips.

"What's going on with you?" her father demanded. "You're not sounding like yourself. Is it that serious?"

"Ye… yes s… s…s…sir," she managed to say. Ahmet was smiling. She could feel his smile.

Her father's voice was cold. "You would better get your priorities straight. You are halting all your work to get better!"

She nodded, even though Marco could not see her. "Yes, sir." Ahmet had stopped moving.

“Fix your eyes on the dartboard.”