The fucking bastard.
I never considered myself a vengeful person.
But, oh, I wanted him to suffer.
I wanted him to keep underestimating me, and then I wanted to rip the rug out from under him, and force that cocky look off of his face.
“I understand,” I agreed.
“I’m sure you could find some buyers for all those fancy clothes and shoes Eren was always buying you.”
Always buying me.
What a joke that was.
I had about five nice dresses and one good pair of heels. Which was why I had been so worried about getting them fixed.
Eren spent money on himself. And he only made it appear that he spent money on me. Since I went out so infrequently, people likely hadn’t noticed that I only had a few nice dresses, and that the rest of my clothing came from a regular chain store. And even that was on a strict budget.
“If it comes to that,” I said, nodding sadly. “It breaks my heart,” I added. “But I will do what I have to.”
“That’a girl,” Berat said, nodding. And if I didn’t know him as well as I did, I would have missed how smug he looked right then.
Because he was sure he just secured his future. That there was nothing and no one standing in the way of him building his empire.
The rage simmered down deep in my belly as we shared a couple more pleasantries before I was walking him to the door and we were saying our goodbyes.
It wasn’t until I heard him get in the elevator that I locked the doors and moved across the apartment, watching out the front windows overlooking the street to see him emerge from the building.
Looking triumphant.
“You mother fucker,” I hissed, voice low enough that I was sure no hidden cameras or microphones would catch.
That simmering rage?
Yeah, it started a rolling freaking boil through my system as I watched Berat reach for his phone and bring it to his ear.
Likely calling Deniz to tell him that I was a gullible idiot, and their plan was all in the works.
He wasn’t going to get away with it.
I wasn’t going to let him.
I didn’t care what it would take.
See, I always hated Eren. Of course I did. He’d done unspeakable things to me.
But this hate I was feeling toward the remaining two Polat brothers? Well, it was just as strong. Hell, it might even have been worse.
Because not only did they stand by and allow me to be abused—sometimes right in front of their eyes—but they weren’t even going to help me now that Eren was gone.
Or so they thought.
It was no longer good enough to just get out of this situation relatively unscathed.
No.
I wanted it all.
I wanted them to pay.
And I was pretty sure I knew exactly who I could ask for help with that…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Brio
She was seething with rage.
And, honestly, it was refreshing.
I’d been expecting to see her upset and scared after having her first encounter with her brother-in-law.
When she’d opened the door for me—dressed in a fucking delivery uniform because I was worried about the cameras—I found a woman who had her good nature pushed just a little too far.
“Delivery for Ezmeray,” I said, opening the bag and showing her the jammer.
Her gaze slid to that, then to me, and she moved out of the way for me to enter.
Moving into the kitchen, I put the jammer on the counter right where I’d left the hands.
“Alright,” I said, turning to her. “We can talk now,” I told her.
“You’re sure?”
“This thing is good. If there was anything going on in here, it’s on the fritz right now. I will sweep later. You’re pissed.”
“Not at you,” she rushed to explain.
“I figured,” I agreed, giving her a smile. “What’s the matter? What happened?”
“Berat came by.”
“I saw him,” I agreed, nodding.
I’d kept my distance, but I made sure I had eyes on the building as much as possible.
I didn’t want there to be any chance she might be surprised by a mob of Eren’s men.
“Did you see that look on his face when he left?” she asked, voice tight.
“He looked… pleased,” I said, deciding to leave off that he looked like he just hit the jackpot.
“Yeah, because he thinks I’m an idiot. And that I will walk away from this,” she said, throwing an arm out at the apartment, but it was clear she didn’t mean the place, but the shit that had happened in it, “with nothing.”
“And that’s not what you want?” I asked. “Yesterday, seemed like you just wanted out. Period.”
“Yeah, well, that was yesterday,” she said, her lip almost trembling she was so angry. “Today? Today, I want to make them pay.”
“Speaking my language, babe,” I said, giving her a smirk that had some of the tension leaving her shoulders.
“I understand that you have your, you know, Family to consult with. But I was hoping you might be able to, you know, help me.”