An urgent call interrupted our conversation, demanding my immediate attention. My departure was swift, leaving her with an earnest plea resonating in the air, "please, no games tonight."
In that moment, the weight of my responsibilities and the precariousness of my position pressed upon me. My focus sharpened, my resolve hardened as I embarked on a journey that required absolute determination. I had the power to arrange a gathering with influential businessmen from Mexico, a gathering that could potentially shape my empire further. However, in the midst of this pivotal moment, I found myself inexplicably consumed by concern for Dilara.
These were important men, group of men whose loyalty I couldn't afford to compromise. While engrossed in this crucial meeting, my trusted device, my veritable lifeline, was silenced upon the conference room table. Oblivious to the storm brewing beyond the walls, Antonio relentlessly attempted to reach me, his voice trembling with urgency-a plea for guidance amidst the unexpected turn of events. Melike, that conniving serpent, saw fit to extend her reach to the territories of American masculinity, inviting a horde of unfamiliar men into her purview. Would I condone such audacity? Antonio sought my consent, my command, but alas, my phone remained motionless, oblivious to the imminent chaos unfolding in its wake.
When the hour grew late, and the moon shone brightest above the enigmatic cityscape, I returned to the emptiness of the house, the absence of her presence bore down upon me with an intensity I never expected. Her absence gnawing at my soul like a ravenous beast. Instinctively, I reached for my device, yearning for connection, only to be met with a trail of missed calls - a stark testament to the mounting urgency that plagued Antonio's weary voice. A tumultuous symphony of apprehension crescendoed within me, reverberating through the corridors of my being.
"Damn it Antonio, pick up the phone!" I raged, the walls absorbing the weight of my discontent. Those endless missed calls emanated from Antonio's device, mocked my impatience and fueling my growing concerns. Each unanswered ring immersed me deeper into a spiral of anxiety, gnawing relentlessly at my steel-like facade. Persistently, I dialed his number, one hollow ring after another, only to retreat into an abyss of unanswered queries.
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Ángel Oscuro's Redemption
Short StoryA gripping tale of Matteo Acer, a dangerous mafia with a callous heart, who moves to Turkey and becomes infatuated with a woman named Dilara Cosima and kidnaps her, intending to shape her into his ideal partner. However, as their relationship evolv...
