Hi guys!
I know it has been a long time! I'm sorry, I was having a very, very hard time. All nerds can relate when they loose marks and having strict Asian parents didn't make it any better!
But here it is! Enjoy!
Rose's POV
"Your mother would've killed me if she knew what I did to you," He told smiling softly.
"She loved me?" I asked him, he looked at me with wide eyes.
"Of course she did. She chose your life before her," He told.
I smiled softly, feeling warm. After three days of isolation, I gathered myself to give my father a chance. So I came today to have lunch with him. He was surprised when I told him I want us to have a small conversation without any interruption. But I can see that he was happy.
It's hard to admit but he's my father and I loved him so much, even though I shouldn't, even when he wasn't there.
"Rosemarie," I snapped back to him as he called me.
"Sorry, just lost in thoughts. What was it?" I asked him.
"I... umm, I'm not sure if I have the right to ask this, but I'm curious, you told everyone that you met Robert. But how? And what happened?" He asked me. I stayed silent as he asked me.
"I'm sorry baba, but I can't tell you. Besides, I don't want to talk about it now. Can you tell me about mom? Like your story?" I asked him wanting to change the topic. He sighed.
"Okay, if that's what you want. I'll tell you about Janine," He told me.
Ibrahim's POV
"Fine, I'll tell you about Janine," I told her.
"It was a very unusual meeting," I told her with a slight smirk.
"Oh! let me guess, was it love at first sight? Like the ruthless mafia boss fell for an innocent girl?" I laughed as she told me.
"No, it was nothing like that! I kidnapped her," I told and laughed more looking at her gaping face.
FLASHBACK 23 years ago
"Don, we found the girl who witnessed and informed our last month's incident Americans," I looked up at Victor and raised an eyebrow.
"And? Who's she?" I asked him.
"She's American. Nicola Green, but she's an intelligent girl according to what I found. She saw what happened and told the American mafia, she is a spy from Americans. She left for America yesterday," He told.
"And we're waiting for what? Bring her here by tomorrow," I ordered them and they nodded.
I hate those people who can't keep their mouths shut. In my world, I don't hurt women but if they decide to fuck with me, or my family then I won't let them go away easily.
...
Next day
"Don we got her, she's in the basement," I smirked as my guard told me. I got up and exited the room with him.
"Is she unconscious?" I asked him.
"No," My smirk widened, that's better.
As we entered the dark basement the first thing I saw was a girl tied up to a chair and she was shaking badly.
"Ms Green, haven't you heard it's not nice to tell others things you shouldn't?" Her head snapped in my direction and her huge brown eyes were teary. If I didn't know better I would tell that she's damn innocent.
"Where am I? Why am I here? Who are you?" She asked as I stood in front of her.
"Oh don't act so innocent Ms Green both of us know why you're here," I told her and she shook her head.
"I'm not Ms Green, my name is Janine Hathaway," She told and I rolled my eyes.
"Stop lying, I know who you are so I don't need any made-up lies. So instead of that tell me what you told Smith," She shook her head again.
"Please, I swear, I'm not who you think I am, I'm Janine Hathaway," She told me. I gritted my teeth and looked at her, glaring. She immediately crouched back.
"This will be the last time, I'm asking you. I might be a gentleman but not when it comes to sick liars," I told her.
"And I'm telling you...," She didn't get to finish as I slapped her hard.
Yes, I slapped her. Because of her, 5 men of mine lost their lives. All of them have families!
She cried out and I saw blood leaking from her lower lip.
"STOP FUCKING LYING!" I shouted and she whimpered.
"Please, I'm not," I clenched my hands.
"Don, shipments are ready, it's time to send them," I heard Pavel telling so I sighed in frustration.
I grabbed her hair and made her look at me.
"I would love to take it out of you my way, but I have some other places to be at, by the time I'm here I'm hoping that you'll co-operate," I told her and two tears left her eyes. I released her hair and left the room.
"No food or water to her and no one should talk to her unless I tell you to," I told the guards and they nodded.
"But Ibrahim' you won't be back until at least for the day after tomorrow morning and that's like 2 days," I looked at Pavel as he told me that.
"Exactly, that'll be enough for her to tell the truth, meanwhile try to find what happened, " I told him and got inside my private jet.
After I came to my penthouse in New York, I couldn't help but think about her. What if she's saying the truth? But also at the same time, any of our suspicions haven't gone wrong. She must be lying. And her face matches the description of the witness. Brunette hair, round face with brown eyes.
I went to take a shower but still, the same questions haunted my mind. What if we're wrong? What if scared a poor little girl? And most importantly why the bloody fuck am I stressing myself over this? This isn't the first time I caught a witness or a mole who sold our information to others and all of them turned out lying to me for their lives. And again, my IT team never failed in finding information correctly. Besides, from what my men told me and the CCTV records she looks just like that girl. So why am I stressing over this?
...
"Did she tell anything?" I asked one of the guards.
"No don, she keeps telling me that she's not the person," He told me over the phone.
"She slipped into the unconscious twice, so we threw water to her face, is that alright?" He asked me.
"Yes, but as I told you no food or water, and do not touch her," I told him.
"Yes," He told and I hang up.
"Still not giving up?" Victor asked and I shook my head.
"There's no one called Janine Hathaway in New York, we are searching for the name here," I nodded as he continued.
"Oh fuck it both of you! Come on let's go clubbing! I heard there's a new one opened today," Pavel told getting up.
"He's right! I need a drink," I told and Victor got up too.
...
"It's great, isn't it?" Blake asked as I ordered my drink.
"Hey, there kitten, wanna go dance?" I chuckled as Marco tried to hit on a girl at the bar, but cursed and back away as she showed him her ring finger. I laughed as he came back to us cursing.
"Go to the dance floor and you'll find someone," Victor told. As time passed I also went to the dance floor to dance with a girl.
Once when we were back a girl was drinking and talking to the bartender. It's pretty late now but I decided to hit on her.
"Two Vodka Martinis for me and this pretty lady here," I told to the bartender and looked at the girl. As I took a clear look my eyes widened.
Brunette hair, brown eyes, round face... SHE BLOODY LOOKS LIKE HER!
"I know I'm beautiful, but staring is rude," She told snapping me out of my thoughts. She's halfway drunk I can tell it. I smirked.
"Not if it's worth staring," I told her handing over the drink. She smirked and drank it in one gulp.
"Wanna dance?" I asked her and she took my hand leading me to the dance floor.
I gave a small head nod to Pavel and Victor who was shocked like me. They nodded snapping out of it.
After a few more songs I led her to the bar again.
"You're a good dancer aren't you?" I asked her giving her a dosed drink.
"So are you handsome," She purred drinking it.
"So can I have your number?" I asked her winking. She smirked and got closer to me her forefinger on my chest and glided it down until it reached my pants. I wrapped an arm around her waist sliding it to her ass.
"Earn my number and name," She told biting her lip.
I smirked.
"Later," I told her. She smirked and took her hand off me, ordering another drink.
After a few more flirting when I felt like she was drunk, I asked her what I've wanted to ask.
"What do you for living?" She grinned.
"So many things but mainly supplying information," I saw Pavel and Victor stiffening behind her.
"What about you?" She asked me. I leaned closer to her.
"Mafia," She jumped and then started laughing.
"What?" I asked her.
"Can I tell you a secret? But shhh! Don't tell it to anyone," I nodded as she asked.
"Like a month ago I gave information about the Italian mafia to my boss, Smith!" I widened my eyes and cursed.
"Victor!" I called him and he came forward injecting a needle into her silently.
"Pavel, get the jet ready, we're leaving within an hour. I told him and we all exited the club, meanwhile, I dialled my guard.
"Don?" He answered.
"She's not the girl. Take her to the guest room and call the doctor to watch over her, hurry up! And also tell that motherfucking bastard William, I will get to him for giving me wrong information," I ordered him.
"Don! This is her, Her phone has Smith's number," Victor told checking her phone.
"Bloody bitch" I muttered.
As soon as we entered my jet, we tied her to a seat.
"Don, Doctor's with her," My guard told and I sighed.
"Make sure she's fine," I told him and hang up.
...
"We're here," Pavel told us as we landed after nearly 9 hours.
"Don't care about the speed limit, drive as fast as you can," I ordered the driver and Victor sat inside in the same car with me, while Marco went to the other with that bitch.
"Don, we've arrived," the Driver told me, I got out and ran inside.
"Where's she?" I asked from a maid and she showed me the 2nd guest room. I went inside and saw Janine on the bed eyes closed and an IV in her hand. Our Doctor was checking something on her.
"How's she?" I asked and he turned around looking at me.
"She's unconscious but stable It has been nearly two days, so she's dehydrated. With given medicine, she'll be asleep for like another 3 hours," I nodded as he told me.
"They look alike," I turned around to see Victor.
"They are," I told.
"I did a background check on her searching worldwide, and she's indeed Janine Hathaway. She's 17 years old from Scotland," I looked at him scowling.
"A minor?" I asked and he nodded.
"Leave," I told and everyone inside the room left.
"I'm sorry Janine," I whispered and placed a kiss on her knuckles. Before leaving and sending the nurse in.
...
"Ms Hathaway, I wanted to tell you that we all are apologizing for what happened. We mistook you for someone, you look like the woman who betrayed us," I told her but she didn't tell anything, and then look at me with tear-filled eyes.
"I want to go home," She whispered.
"You will but soon after your condition is fine," I told her and she shook her head.
"No, it'll be alright, I want to go home. I don't want to stay here, please take me home," She begged while crying. I closed my eyes.
"Please understand, your condition now, is not good for flying, so you have to wait at least a week," I told her and her eyes widened.
"Flying? Where am I?" She asked and sighed again.
"Turkey," I told, and as expected her eyes widened.
"Oh my god!" She whispered.
"I can understand what you're feeling..." I didn't get to finish it.
"Do you? Do you have any idea about getting kidnapped by god knows who! and then being accused of nothing getting slapped hard, and then starved?" She asked angrily. I shut my mouth.
"No, I don't. And yes, I'm an asshole for doing all of these, and for risking your life. But as I told you I can't risk your life by making you fly back in this condition," I told as she glared at me, no longer scared but angry.
Actually, her glare was kinda cute, her face is completely red and I'm sure she's using all the words in the book, back in her head.
"So what am I supposed to do? Stay here with people who fucking threatened me?" I sighed.
"Once again we..." Again I didn't get to complete it.
"You're sorry," She said rolling her eyes. I was taken aback by that. No one, I mean no one has done that to me. But the best part is I can't get mad at her.
'Bu durumlarla uğraşmaktan nefret ediyorum,' I muttered under my breath. (I hate dealing with these situations.)
"Burada suçlu sen olmalısın," I looked up at her with wide eyes. ( You have to cause you're in blame here,)
"Yes, I speak Turkish," She told looking at me, still glaring. My lips turned to a smirk.
"bok," (shit) I told closing my eyes and looking back at her.
"Anyway, I assure you that you'll be safe here for the time being, which is at least a week, according to the doctor, so yes! I'm so sorry, that you may not have a choice in that," I told her and her glare hardened.
"So am I trapped here?" She asked and I shook my head.
"In the room? No, you can come out of it when you're feeling fine. But if you meant in the mansion, that'll be decided by your behaviour," She tilted her head.
"Behavior?" She asked and I nodded.
"Don't interrupt any of the men, and DO NOT TRY TO ESCAPE, it's not like you'll be able to anyway, but don't cause trouble. And also if anyone bothers you, you can tell me, so as much as I like to keep talking to you, I have work to do, so see you later sevgilim," I told and got up but stopped by her holding on to my hand.
"Wait, what about my family? Do they know about me?" She asked and I frowned. After a few more minutes of thinking, I looked at her.
"They'll be informed," I told her and she looked confused.
"Stop worrying too much sevgilim, I'll take care of everything," I told with a wink, she rolled her eyes and took her hand away from me. I walked towards the door but stopped by her voice.
"Apology denied, and I'm allergic to raspberries, Mr...?" I chuckled.
"I'll earn it, and also inform the chef. And Ibrahim Mazur," I told before leaving the room.
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