Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
My eyes dart over the shelves, drinking in all the arts and crafts. “Wow, there’s so much to choose from.”
“You take whatever you want, Lara,” Alya Hanim says. “I’m paying, and there’s no limit.”
“Does the same count for me?” Nisa asks, already placing a wooden ring in her basket.
Alya Hanim chuckles. “Of course.”
“What’s that?” I ask Nisa, pointing into her basket.
“It’s a hoop. You use it to keep the fabric in place for embroidery,” she explains patiently. “Get the same one for yourself, then I’ll teach you later.”
I follow Nisa, loading the same supplies into my basket.
“Don’t forget your knitting needles,” Alya Hanim says as she comes to place a couple of sizes in my basket. Then she scowls at Nisa, “You can teach her embroidery once I’m done with the knitting lessons.”
A burst of warmth fills my heart, but it chills when Daniel snaps, “Drop everything and run to the back. Murat, get them out of here!”
What?
Murat yanks the basket from my hands and throws it to the side. With his fingers clamped tightly around my wrist, he drags me to the back of the store.
Alya Hanim is right behind me, followed by Nisa and Yusuf. When I notice Daniel is staying behind, I reach for Alya Hanim and wrap my fingers tightly around hers. “Stay with me.”
“I’m coming,” she exhales breathlessly from having to move so fast.
“Wait, Murat!” I yank back against his hold. “Alya Hanim can’t run.”
He turns with a worried expression etched deep into his features. “Shit. Daniel!”
Daniel runs toward us. “Move!”
Suddenly there’s a loud explosion, and my eyes widen as I watch one of the SUVs lift off the ground before crashing down in flames. The windows explode inward, ripping screams from Nisa and Alya Hanim.
Instead of panic, a strange calmness pours through my body, my mind becoming crystal clear.
“Move!” Daniel shouts again.
“Alya Hanim can’t run,” Murat says to Daniel. “You keep them back while I get them to safety.”
“Just go.” There’s desperation in Daniel’s voice.
Still holding Alya Hanim’s hand, I tug her further into the back. When I notice Nisa is still frozen with fear, I shout, “Nisa! Come.”
She startles and quickly runs to join us.
Gunfire erupts outside the store. Searching the counter, I don’t know what happened to the cashier. The lady must’ve made a run for it when the SUV was bombed.
Suddenly Murat shoves a gun into my hand. “If anything happens to me, you shoot whoever comes near you.
I only have time to nod.
As we make our way to the back exit, I check the gun to make sure the safety is off. I might never have fired a weapon, but I’ve seen Tymon handle one a million times.
The gunfire grows louder, and I hear Daniel and Yusuf firing their weapons.
Murat shoves a heavy door open and checks if it’s safe before allowing us to rush out of the store and into an alley. Huge trash bins line the wall to our left.
“We’ll hide,” I say. “Between those.” I point to the trash bins.
“Quick!”
I’m conscious of Alya Hanim, not wanting her to fall as I help her to our hiding spot. Reaching it, I press her against the filthy wall. “Get down if you can.” I reach for Nisa and tug her to Alya Hanim’s side. “And don’t make a sound.”
I watch as they crouch down. This is clearly taking a toll on Alya Hanim, and I worry she won’t be able to crouch like that for long.
Turning my back to them, I peek around the trash bin. Murat’s by the door, where he can see what’s happening, his weapon drawn and ready in his hands.
My fingers tighten around my gun, and I glance over my shoulder. Seeing pain on Alya Hanim’s face, I quickly look up and down the alley. Spotting a door, I whisper-shout, “Murat!”
He can’t hear me with all the noise from the attack.
Gesturing with my hand to Nisa and Alya Hanim, I say, “Get up. There’s a door a couple of feet away.”
I hear them groan as they stand up. “Nisa, take Alya Hanim to that door. I’ll cover you.”
“Allah Allah,” Nisa wails, but she does as I say. My eyes flick between Murat and the women. When Nisa pulls on the door’s handle, it doesn’t budge.
Crap. I quickly run closer, and training the barrel of the gun on the handle, I pull the trigger. I jolt from the force of the weapon but grin when the door shudders open. I check inside the dark space to ensure it’s safe, then order, “Come! Quick!”
As I glance at Murat, I see him raising his weapon. The shots he fires echo down the alley. Not having time to tell him where we’re hiding, I duck back inside and slam the door shut.
Breathless, I glance around for anything I can use to bar the door, and seeing a metal cabinet, I run to it. The thing is heavy, and I struggle to push it until Nisa comes to help me.