Chapter One Hundred and Four
Ahmet sat across from the man, drumming his fingers against the table. This was getting tedious. They hadn't gone through the trouble of kidnapping him just to watch him sleep. He should have woken up by now.
A low, muffled hum broke the silence.
"Hmmm… hmmm… hmmm."
Ahmet's gaze flicked to the bound figure, whose face remained hidden beneath the cloth. Finally.
Ahmet flicked his fingers, signaling his man to remove the cloth and tape from the captive's mouth.
"What the hell? Who are y—" The man's voice caught as his eyes adjusted to the light. "Ahmet?" Disbelief filled in his tone. "What is the meaning of this?"
Ahmet had heard about him, that he never feared a damned thing. That he'd still run his mouth with a gun pointed to his head.
He liked him.
Ahmet offered a small, and amused smile. "Apologies for the… unconventional invitation."
"Invitation my ass. Untie me. Right now!" the man barked, his anger flaring.
