Lord

Cape Verde

TRIGGER WARNING - MENTION OF RAPE -

Can entered the Club, his brother had dragged him in following a successful trip to Bucharest. He actually was in a good mood; Emre had done the job and his father was in control back in Mexico, everything was flowing right for once. Both brothers ran up the stairs followed by Mo and Salim, they entered their suite and ordered drinks and women. Soon enough, the room was packed with an eclectic crowd hand picked by Emre. Can didn't like it when his brother pretended to have friends, he did it most nights but tonight was worse, his ego had blown out of proportion and he needed to feel loved... even if it was completely interested. Can stepped out and stood next to Mo over the balcony into the main room.

M: ''your brother did well, he's happy.''

Can rolled his eyes, ''yes, hopefully he learns to do well without partying for 2 days afterward!'' Mo let out a snarky moan and returned inside. Can was scanning the room when he noticed a lighter coloured dress in the sea of black outfits. He immediately recognized her, along with Levent and so close to Ferit. She threw her head back, laughing at something Ferit had told her and he pulled her onto him, one hand holding hers and another on the small of her back. Can felt heat rising within his body; it was turning into anger as it reached his head. He stretched his neck, his eyes still on her figure, and tried to figure out where he wanted to be. A group of four men came out of the suite and almost pushed him aside and he lost it, grabbing one of them by the collar, he pressed him against the balcony only stopped by Mo.

Mo: ''Boss!? Let go of him...'' Can came back to his senses and dropped the man onto his feet, he and his 3 mates were kicked out of the club promptly.

Mo: ''I'll take you home...'' Can nodded and followed Mo to the back entrance and into the underground parking lot.

Mo: ''what happened in there? I thought everything was alright? You almost threw the kid off the balcony?''

C: ''just drive...'' Can answered coldly. Mo was used to the Divit's change of moods but Can was the calm one, always in control; no outburst, just analysed and calculated violence when necessary. He drove home and Can jumped out the car as soon as they entered the manor. He powered through the massive entrance corridor and entered the living room where he poured himself a large scotch. He took a sip and instantly calmed down, as if it had slapped him out of his mood. He put the glass down and opened the French door to the beautifully tailored garden.

C: ''what the fuck...??'' he asked himself. He knew what had provoked his reaction, and he hated the loss of control, even brief; his actual incapacity to control the feelings, the attraction, the jealousy. He drank and stood still for a while, until he concluded tonight's feelings were due to his frustration with reading her in the first place.

Ferit drove Sanem home once again.  He opened the car door and thanked her for a great evening.

S: ''I had a great night as well Ferit, thank you...''

F: ''we do this again soon ok?'' She nodded and smiled until she noticed his mouth approaching hers. He delicately dropped a kiss and she immediately backed off.

S: ''good night.'' She saw him notice her escape but he smiled back and let her go.