London Calling - Kuzgun/KuzDil

Part 7

This chapter is 2nd to last! Thank you all for reading and those who take the time to comment! It means a lot to me.

Dila POV

Still in her dress, but only in her bare feet, Dila stepped out of the bathroom. She held onto a damp cloth she had just rinsed under the cold water for Kuzgun's hand.

She abruptly paused at the sight of him sitting by one of the many large windows of their hotel room, only illuminated by the lights of the city and the clear crisp moon from the winter's night. 

When they had returned to the room, he had instantly removed his white shirt like it was making him claustrophobic, throwing it to the floor in frustration and slumping himself down at the chair by the window and not uttering a single word.

She could see the intensity still burning throughout his body. His chest rising and falling as his heart was beating rapidly against it.

He was now only wearing his suit trousers and the white tank top that had been under his shirt. The muscles in his arms tensed as he clenched both fists together still reeling from the encounter with Oliver. The tick in his jaw was prominent and sweat was trickling down his forehead. 

She sighed softly, hating to see him like this and slowly walked over to him sitting at the window, and gently kneeled down in front of him.

He hadn't noticed her presence, he was too lost in his clouded thoughts to concentrate on anything else.

She gently took his hand in hers and surveyed the damage to his knuckles, they were slightly swollen with a little bruising. Kuzgun's training in boxing meant he knew how to throw a punch without causing any real infliction to his hand.

She looked up at him and was surprised to see no mark on his forehead from where he had given Oliver the last remaining blow to the head. 

She noticed his upper lip twitch in agitation, "Iyi misin, Kuzgun?" she whispered quietly.

Dila then placed the cold wet cloth over his hand and pressed down, he didn't even flinch.

"Yok" he replied in a deep tone, still looking out of the window at the streets of London like he wanted to be out there finding Oliver and finishing what he started.

Dila exhaled, "I know you're still angry..." she nodded her head, she could clearly see it. 

When she had run into the bar area and saw Kuzgun with his hands around Oliver's neck, sheer panic ran through her. She hadn't seen that side of Kuzgun for so long and it frightened her that part of him still existed deep down.

Dila followed his eyes and looked out over the city, she took a moment before speaking again.

"There was something you said and I have to ask...," she hesitated, unsure how he would respond and was slightly scared of the answer, and she looked back at him, "would you really kill him?"

When people threaten death upon someone, it's usually empty words and nothing comes of it. But when Kuzgun threatens death, it holds weight and a solid truth behind it. She knew he was capable of doing exactly what he said.

She understood completely why he had hit him because she had wanted to do exactly the same. But the words he had used frightened her, and whilst Kuzgun had not carried a gun with him since he gave it up for her. There was always that chance that something like this could make him slip back into the darkness and think about picking it back up again.

He turned his head to face her, the tenseness on his face had lessened and he shook his head, "Yok" he simply replied to her.

A swell of relief washed over her. It was a direct and clear response that she was so thankful to receive.