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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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"Put your gun down!" She yelled, only because she saw his fingers going to the trigger.

If he shot that gun and he missed, heaven would have to hold her down. "If you are going to shoot, make sure to kill me." She warned and his eyes didn't flicker for a second.

This was a cold blooded Mafia. She had almost forgotten that. Ahmet was a monster just as she was and for him to point a gun at her like this could only mean she did not mean a thing to him.

Her rival. Her enemy. The son of her family's killer. She was now remembering all that when he was pointing his gun at her.

"My Cargo!" He repeated like a mad man and she yelled back, "I don't know where it is!" She didn't even know he had any shipments arriving. She was so engrossed with what was going on between them that she did not even think about ways to annoy him like she would've usually done.

“Where is my Cargo?”