#mobscenestarters

Where: Gizli Bahçe

Who: @mobscene-starters

“Let me make it perfectly clear that you have two seconds to get rid of that shit and get out of my bar.” Her voice commanding and stern. There was one rule Ayda had at her bar and that was no drugs, and sitting at one of her booths with two lines formed on a plate was some idiot. 

“I figured you would be smart enough to read a fucking sign.” Her hands fall up into fists at her side. Flashbacks on how Berat looked when he was high, the destruction that came and the addiction. She couldn’t deal with it. 

It was a reminder of what she lost, and how recently it all burned to ashes. 

The Turk could feel the security close by, men that Nevra had insisted she have -- her best friend making sure nothing happened to her. Hurt surged through her, followed with anger.

She watched the asshole leave, one security following behind him. Sighing, the brunette turned to find somewhere to cool down,needing to be away from all the alcohol, when she walked into a body. 

“I’m so sorry.” She mumbles, now humiliation coupling all the other emotions flowing through her. 

It had been a day since she woke up in the hospital. The pain medications were helping with her tolerance, but it was keeping her a little loopy. Not that she minded at the moment. 

Things were a mess, and she wished there was something she could do to fix it, but knew letting Varden and Delphine handle it was the best option. 

There was a knock at the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone to visit or how much people knew. 

“Come in.” Emilia calls out, knowing that the bodyguards out front would only let someone in that had permission. 

Emine was sitting on the bench at the park across from her flat with Kerem. She was waiting for a couple texts to come through before she had to leave. It wasn’t going to be a long night, but long enough that it would be promising. 

Her gaze turned down to her phone when it vibrated and her face deadpan. “Fucking asshole. He’s not going to like what is coming to him.” She hated when clients tried to bullshit her, but then it always allowed her to get her hands dirty. No one messed with her money. 

She pulled out her knife from inside it’s sheath, strapped to her thigh, twirling it in her hand. Her gaze looks up when she sees a shadow loom over her. “You are blocking my sun.” Her tone snarky.