He leaned in closer to the screen, tapping it as he looked intently. "That’s her. That’s Lunel," he stated confidently.
Turning to the tech crew, he ordered, "Edit the photo. Make her eyes darker, cut her hair short and black, and throw on a black cap. Let’s see a side-by-side comparison."
They jumped into action and made the changes. When they compared the two photos, it was clear, sa face, just so minor differences like everyone experiences as they grow up.
Selina leaned in closer, a wicked smile spreading on her lips. "And that little girl... the one clinging to her arm..."
Alpha grinned, the dark excitent in his eyes growing. "Her sister."
Selina’s tone turned even more sinister. "Family. Love. How cute."
Alpha’s expression hardened. "She ruined my family, and now I’m going to tear hers apart, piece by piece. No way she’s getting out of this."
They pulled Ayla’s information through her sister, knowing her own identity was nearly impossible to trace:
Na: Ayla Monroe Alston
Sister: Aylin Monroe Alston
Father: Marcus Alston (Deceased)
Mother: Sybil Aydın (Deceased)
Location: Istanbul, enrolled at IT Tech University, studying Computer Science, living in a dorm.
Alpha studied the details and said, "We don’t need to hunt her down anymore." His gaze fixated on the nas Sybil and Marcus, and he shook his head, a small, wicked smile finally breaking through after six long months.
With a gleam in his eye, he declared, "She’ll co to us."
After a week of getting everything ready, they rolled into Istanbul. Five black cars slithered through the city’s backstreets, moving like a snake. Each driver knew the way like the back of their hand—no questions asked, no detours allowed. Two guys in tactical gear slipped into Ayla and Aylin’s ho after hacking the street cara loop. They unlocked the door with a cloned access chip and quickly scanned the room.
"Visual clear. Sensors neutralized," Guard 1 whispered, trying to keep his voice low.
The place was empty.
"She’ll be back. The boss said just to wait," Guard 2 said, sounding a bit impatient.
Ten minutes later, Ayla walked in with a grocery bag swinging from her arm. She kicked the door shut behind her, humming a catchy Turkish pop song she’d heard earlier. As she flipped on the lights, she suddenly froze. A hand shot out from the darkness and clamped over her mouth. The stench of chloroform filled the air, and her eyes went wide with shock. All she could manage was a muffled gasp before the darkness closed in around her, swallowing her whole.
******
It was a mysterious spot in Istanbul, a safehouse tucked away from prying eyes. Ayla woke up on a cold tal surface, feeling disoriented. The single bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered, barely lighting up the space and casting strange shadows everywhere. Her wrists throbbed from the bindings, and tape was stuck over her mouth, silencing her cries. A dull pain throbbed in her temple, leaving her uneasy.
In the corner, two figures stood silently as they eyed her: Alpha and Selina. They seed calm and collected, while Ayla felt a storm of anxiety churning inside her.
Alpha was a tall guy, holding a voice modulator in one hand, which promised to distort his speech, and in the other, a box packed with wires and LED lights. His presence was imposing.
"Not as brave as your elder sister, but you’ll do fine," he said casually, a hint of malice in his tone.
Selina, wearing a wicked grin, moved behind Ayla. With a quick motion, she ripped Ayla’s shirt at the shoulder, pulling the neckline down until her bra strap was visible. Ayla’s heart raced as she felt exposed and vulnerable, and all she could do was whimper.
"Making her look like a victim," Selina said with a twisted smile, peeling off the tape covering Ayla’s mouth.
Alpha turned to a guard nearby and said, "Touch her. Not too much, just enough for the cara."
One of the guards stepped closer, a lustful gaze on Ayla’s exposed skin. He moved behind her and placed a hand slowly on her shoulder. Ayla squird in panic, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed softly.
"Now cry and beg," Selina said gleefully. "Give your sister a reason to feel heartbroken."
Alpha stepped in front of the cara, his eyes cold and intense. He focused on the lens, fighting to control his anger.
In a low voice filled with nace, he said, "We found you, Lunel. We’re inside your heart now, and we won’t stop until you co ho," and laughed wickedly.
He finished the recording, sealing Ayla’s fate.
Afterward, he made a call to Aylin, smoothly manipulating the conversation to get what he wanted. Once he hung up, he turned to Selina.
"Send it. Don’t forget to include the address," he ordered, a smirk creeping onto his face.
Selina laughed, clearly enjoying the mont. "She won’t make it through this. She’s not ready at all," she said, relishing the thought of Aylin’s reaction.
Alpha’s expression turned serious. "I’ll break her just like she broke my family. She’s the reason my wife left, and now I can’t even see my daughter," he said, determination heavy in his voice.
*******
Aylin stood frozen in her apartnt, her chest getting tighter with every breath. Her phone was lying on the bed, still showing Ayla’s tear-streaked face from the last call. Her sister had been tied to a chair, her voice shaking as she begged Aylin not to co, warning her that Alpha would hurt her too. Then she heard Alpha’s laugh cut through the call like a knife, echoing in her mind. Numbly, she opened a drawer and pulled out her wallet, cramming it with enough cash for a cab.
No trackers, no gadgets, no tech. She couldn’t risk anything, not when her sister’s life was at stake.
She grabbed her beat-up burner phone and threw on a hoodie, tightening it around her face to keep herself hidden from any street caras. Taking a deep breath, she stole one last look at her apartnt, where a frad pic of her and Ayla at Galata Tower sat quietly among their parents’ photos, untouched. Aylin blinked back tears, locked the door behind her, and headed out.
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