Stay with me

Chapter 20 - Life goes on

Omer wrapped her nape with his palm and spoke with feverish conviction:

- Darling, what are you saying? I will not allow this. No one will say a single bad word about you...

"They will say," as if on command, all heads turned to the woman who screamed so desperately a few minutes ago. She spoke with bitter confidence and looked at Omer. "You cannot shut everyone's mouths." Defne is right. This is Turkey. Here, the man is always right, and she is to blame for the violence against the woman. She looked wrong, dressed incorrectly, behaved improperly ... So she is guilty - and not the monster in a masculine guise, which ..., - she closed her eyes and inhaled frantically.

"Omer," Tranba spoke up, "publicity is unnecessary." It will harm primarily Defne herself. And the punishment should be harsher than a couple of years in prison," he squatted in front of a whining Talat and pulled his head by the hair. - Choose you to go to army service or.....

"There is a war," Kivanc whined. "So there will be something to do, instead of harassing women," Denise grinned wryly. "Although ... after castration ..."

Horror was reflected in Talat's eyes.

- Not!!! He screamed and crawled to Defne's feet. She stepped back squeamishly, and Omer slid her behind his back and covered her with herself. Kivanc was lying at his feet and, smearing tears and blood on his face, begged: - No, you don't! I will leave Turkey! Forever and ever. My feet will not stop here. Just not castration ... and not in the army. I am white ... blond ... I won't survive there for a week!

Omer silently hugged Defne's shoulders and led her to the door and inside the building. Mert and his mother followed. Tranba dialed his security service on the phone and ordered them to immediately drive up to the Raffles Istanbul and climb to the roof. Then he nodded to Sinan to take the girls away and made a couple more calls.

- Denise! Denise! After all, you are a man! You should understand me. I wanted her, but she pushed me away. Also this Omer Iplikci. I hate him. I wanted to destroy him ... so he wouldn't stand up anymore! - Kivanc crawled on his knees and grabbed his legs. - Let me go. I swear I'll leave. No one will know anything. I didn't do anything to her. Didn't even kiss her! Why you doing this to me!!!

- For what? - Denise looked down at him. The fire of hatred and fierce rage burned in his gaze. - You still ask for what? Fates and lives of beautiful women break down because of villains like you. They are going away. First, depressed, and then to the other world. So don't try to make me feel pity for you. You deserve your punishment.

Several black-clad men went onto the roof and walked over to Tranba and the whining Talat. One of them, tall, muscular with a thick beard and an impenetrable gaze of steel eyes, turned to Denise:

"What will be the order, boss?

"Tranba pointed to Talat and ordered:

- Take him. You will bring to the Doctor, and then along the usual route.

Kivanc cried out and knelt:

- I beg you! Just not the army. For the sake of my mother! She can't stand it ... I will fly to her in Athens and will never appear in Turkey again, I promise!

Denise looked at the man with steel eyes and nodded.

***

Mert led Omer and the trembling Defne out into the street through the back door. Fortunately, they did not meet anyone along the road and Defne, who was dying from humiliation and shame, did not receive an additional dose of curious glances. Omer called Sukru from the elevator, and the car was already waiting at the door. The faithful driver looked at Defne with compassion and silently opened the back door. She just as silently climbed into the seat. Omer shook hands with Mеrt, and when he held out his hand, he shook it tightly and thanked: