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“We have one last chance, Alihan. If we fail, we lose our authority,” Omer said, his voice laced with urgency.
Alihan’s gaze was steady, though a storm brewed beneath his calm exterior. “I’ve already checked his background, but it’s like he just appeared out of nowhere. No clues,” Burak added, frustration evident in his tone.
“And his connection with the Pavels?” Alihan asked, his voice calm but his clenched jaw betraying the anger he was barely containing.
Burak hesitated before responding. “He’s the top leader of the Pavel Mafia group. They control the underworld in all the major European cities…”
“What else?” Alihan demanded, sensing there was more.
Burak swallowed hard. “And Scotland. It’s impossible to fight against him.”
Alihan’s fury exploded. He grabbed a vase and smashed it to the floor, his voice erupting with rage. “So you’re saying I’m supposed to lose my mother’s heritage to a Mafia? Is that what you mean?”
Burak flinched but stood his ground. “Alihan, it’s not about...”
“He needs to learn who I am,” Alihan interrupted, his eyes darkening. “I’ll show him what it means to cross Alihan Erdogan.”
Just then, Burak’s phone rang. He answered quickly. “Hello? Ayce?” His face blanched as he listened. “What?”
Alihan turned, his anger turning into a knot of dread as he saw Burak’s expression.
“Is Azra alright?” Burak asked, his voice shaky.
At the mention of Azra, Alihan snatched the phone from Burak’s hand, his heart racing. “What happened to her?” he demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.
After a brief, tense silence, Alihan’s face hardened. “I’m coming,” he said, ending the call abruptly.
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"Ayce, what happened?" Burak demanded, his voice edged with fury.
Alihan barely heard the response as he rushed to Azra's side, his heart pounding in his chest. She was lying in bed, her face pale, her breathing shallow.
"What happened?" Alihan shouted, his voice filled with panic as he hovered over her.
"She’s sleeping," Ayce replied calmly, trying to reassure him. "The doctor gave her an injection to help her rest. Her trauma... it overwhelmed her."
