The Art of Love

"Abi?"

Dear readers, thank you for your patience. I give you the next chapter in our lovers drama. This is the bringing of the unraveling of the reason why Can and Sanem went in search of Emre and Leyla....it will bring you some answers, some questions and soon a new truth. Hold on and let go!
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Metin paced his office listening intently as the judge spoke calmly on the other end. It would be very difficult if at all possible to serve Yigit in the states and have it stick but if he were in Turkey or anywhere in Europe or the Asian continent things would definitely be on there side. Metin hung up the phone and immediately called Can. He explained what they were up against and provided Can with both scenarios that could bring the man to justice finally, but it wouldn't solve the problem about Sanem. It had been less than a day since she had disappeared off the boat and they still had no idea where she was. They all assumed she was with Fabri, but the question was...."Where was Fabri"?He made a few phone calls and then left his office. There was something that kept nagging at him and he wondered if his intuition was right. Either way he needed out of the office before he drove his secretary insane.

Can walked into the hotel just before dawn and decided he would simply make his way to the guest room he knew would be ready for him rather than wake up Anna or his brother and his wife. He wouldn't sleep but he needed to sit and clear his thoughts and try to come up with a plan that wouldn't get him killed before he could find Sanem. She was the only thing that mattered right now, in reality she had become the only thing that mattered to him at all. He had one hope, and that was to find her, somehow give Yigit up to Fabri or kill them both. That would be the best outcome. He knew he wasn't a cold blooded killer but these were extenuating circumstance and they both deserved whatever they got. He wasn't above being their judge and jury and executioner as well.

Pollen pulled the sheet over her body and stared at the ceiling as Yigit slept next to her. She wasn't sure what was worse, the man who called out Sanems name in bed as he took his pleasure using her body or the fact that she allowed it and was grateful that it wasn't her name he called out. She had thought Yigit was somewhat normal. Greedy perhaps, ambitious and careless but she had not pegged him as sick pervert. She knew how to deal with straightforward assholes. Those that would use her, pay her and move on after getting what they wanted. She had become acquainted with dealing with evil. An evil that kept her trapped because to not do so would see her family, what was left of it; destroyed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and rose from the bed as quietly as she could. Fortunately for her he slept soundly and it gave her time to gather her clothes, change and go down a floor to her room. As soon as she walked in she knew instantly that someone had been there, and it wasn't room service. "Ah, Miss Polen. Senor Fabri sends his greetings". The short, heavy set man watched her, almost salivating; as she walked across the room and threw her bag and shawl on the couch. "Senor Romano, I dont remember inviting you into my room. Kindly leave or get to the point of why you are here". Her voice was steady and dripping with sarcasm but she was scared and trembling inside. "My dear if only I had more time you and I could spend a quiet evening together and become better acquainted. Unfortunately that is not to be.... today. Senor Fabri has sent the details of his next job for you. If you provide him with the information he needs and the services he requires your debt will be paid in full." Polen stood there staring at the short man, but her mind was racing and she felt her heart coming to a standstill. "What do you mean...paid in full?" She watched him pull out a folder, and then a narrow bag with a zippered top. Next he unfolded a contract that she remembered all too well. "This Miss Polen is your original contract that you signed when you first came to.....work for Mr. Fabri. As you will recall the contract is binding until Mr. Fabri releases you from you debt. As you can see he has already signed it, all that is required is that you sign it as well. Once you have fulfilled the terms of the request you may walk away and never look back over your shoulder again. You know Senor Fabri keeps his word. Both in his threats and his agreements". She nodded silently as she took in every word he said to her. She picked up the zippered pouch and opened it. It revealed several stacks of currency both American Dollars, Euros and Turkish Lira. "This money is for your use as you proceed with his wishes. Should you require more you will call the number you are already familiar with. Half a million American Dollars have already been placed into your private checking account...... yes I'm afraid he is aware of that as well, but no mind....he expected it. Another half a million Euros is placed in....." she finally spoke.... "in my Turkish bank account which I'm sure he knows about as well. Mr. Romano....why are you here? He could have done all this by phone. What is the reason for your visit". Her heart was beating wildly as she stared at the beady eyes of the short man who continued to devour her with his eyes. "I will get to that shortly. First let me give you the dossier, but I believe you all ready know the subject. Next let me give you the report on the man who sleeps upstairs. There are a few pieces of the puzzle that you were not made aware of initially. I hope you wont find it too difficult to deal with. Lastly, if you would be so kind to have a seat, I will be right back. I'm just in the adjoining room and need to retrieve something that will help you understand fully what is at stake. He left her standing in the middle of the room looking down at a file folder with the name of a man she knew very well and a report about two inches thick about Yigit Kaya. As the door opened to her room again, the short man walked back in followed by a young woman. She blinked and paled and broke out in a cold sweat. The young lady was dressed like a street walker. Her hair was done in a garish style and her makeup was overdone to draw attention to her face. Her clothing was skimpy and revealed more than it covered. She could barely speak before the young girl opened her mouth. "Abla.....? What is happening? Why am I here and who is this man?" Pollen turned her now furor filled eyes on the man. "What is the meaning of this. Why is she here and dressed this way." The short little man smiled and looked right into her eyes with the coldness of a rattlesnake. "This my dear is my payment in exchange for your services. Your sister will be returned to you immediately after you and I have enjoyed.....a lovely dinner and dancing and a nightcap. I wanted to make sure you understood what is at stake". Pollen felt the color drain from her face. She knew all too well what kind of pleasures this man enjoyed and none of them were something she would wish on her worst enemy. She looked at her younger sister and pulled her into her arms. "Get out. I need time with my sister. I have your number and will be in touch". He watched her then and picked up his briefcase as he turned to leave..... "see that you do Miss Polen, I am not a patient man, and I prefer experienced women to virgins but I do make exceptions". With that last menacing sentence he left. She cradled her sister in her arms as she shushed her trying to calm her down. There was light at the end of the tunnel but it enfolded betrayal, sabotage and perhaps murder but then she would be out. Finally after all these years, she and her siblings would be set free, and although the price would be high she knew she was willing to pay it.