Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners #3)(26)

“I don’t want to leave,” I whimper.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Nisa pulls back, her dark brown eyes filled with concern. “Why was Gabriel Bey so angry?”

I shake my head, the strands of my hair flying wildly around my shoulders. “I don’t know. He asked why Mr. Mazur wants me back. I don’t want to leave here.”

Nisa brushes a hand over the side of my head, her determined gaze promising me she won’t let me go anywhere. “You’re a part of the family now, Lara Hanim. Gabriel Bey will never send you back. Okay?”

All I want is to be enveloped in Nisa’s motherly hug again, but instead, she takes hold of my arm and pulls me out of the study. “Let’s have some tea. It will make you feel better.”

Now that the peaceful boat I found myself on has been rocked, I feel rattled to my core.

I know Nisa said Gabriel would never send me back, but that doesn’t mean he won’t kill me. Like he said, the only way I’d leave is in a coffin.

All the warmth gathered over the past month is gone after the altercation, and I feel chilled to the bone. I’ve never wanted to cry more in my life.

I should’ve kept my guard up.





Chapter 17


Lara



The past two days, everything feels weird again, as if I just started working here.

I haven’t slept much, too worried to find any rest. Gabriel has not spoken a word to me since the altercation, and it feels as if the air keeps tensing with my impending doom.

I stare at the teapot as the water boils, wondering how much time I have left before Tymon finds me or Gabriel ends me. It’s either one or the other.

No matter how Nisa tries to comfort me, I can feel my time running out.

A sob threatens to build in my chest. It takes a lot of effort to fight the urge to cry.

“Staring at the pot won’t make it boil any faster,” Nisa says.

Nodding, I turn away from the stove to find any kind of work to keep me busy. The kitchen is already spotless, but I pick up a cloth to wipe down the counters again.

Nisa sighs, shaking her head at me, then a smile splits over her face as she looks at something behind me. I glance over my shoulder and find an elderly woman standing in the doorway.

“Alya Hanim, the tea is almost ready,” Nisa says.

Alya Hanim.

Oh, God.

Ice pours through my veins. There are only three rules. Stay out of the east wing and away from Alya Demir. Don’t talk to anyone about Gabriel.

My lips part as fear bleeds into my soul.

“I thought it’s time I meet Lara Hanim,” the woman says. “I’m Alya Demir, Gabriel’s grandmother.”

No. No. No.

I stand frozen on the spot.

Mrs. Demir walks closer, the same golden eyes as Gabriel slowly drifting over me. “Nisa can’t stop talking about you.”

My lips are dry, refusing to part.

Then the ground might as well open up beneath me and swallow me whole when Gabriel walks into the kitchen.

Everything spins around me, fear and panic forming dark clouds. It feels like I’ve been sucked into a tornado.

“Babaanne?” Gabriel’s eyes snap between his grandmother and me. “What are you doing down here?”

“I came to meet Lara Hanim. You can stop hiding her from me,” she answers, her gaze still resting on me with curiosity. “Nisa tells me you’re Polish?”

My eyes lock on Gabriel, and I watch as his gaze sharpens as if he’s ready to kill me should I make the slightest movement.

“Gabriel Bey, you’re going to give Lara Hanim a nervous breakdown. Leave, so we can enjoy our tea,” Nisa scolds him.

I swear I can almost feel my soul up and leave my body. I grab hold of the counter so it can help me remain standing under the severe tension swirling around me.

Instead of lashing out at Nisa, Gabriel looks at me again before he leaves the kitchen.

A breath whooshes from me, sweat beading on my forehead.

He’ll probably corner me once his grandmother isn’t around.

Dear God, I’m in so much trouble. As if things weren’t bad enough.

A headache starts to throb behind my eyes, and I feel uneasy in my skin as I turn my attention back to Mrs. Demir.

“You look like you’re about to faint,” she mutters, sounding upset.

My tongue darts out to nervously wet my lips. “I’m fine.”

“Sit while I pour us tea,” Nisa says, taking hold of my arm and forcing me down on a chair.

Mrs. Demir sits down, then she shakes her head. “You have to forgive my grandson. After his parents died, he’s overly protective of me.”

Activity returns to my brain as I take in what she just said, then she continues, “I raised Gabriel and Emre since they were little boys. If only they would settle down so I can see my great-grandchildren before I die.”

I know Emre is Gabriel’s cousin. He’s rarely home, so I haven’t interacted much with him.

A smile forms on Mrs. Demir’s face. “Do you enjoy working here?”

My head starts to bob up and down. “Yes. Very much.” At least, I did until my world was turned upside down again.

“That’s good,” she murmurs. “Nisa tells me you’re twenty-two and hardly got to experience life while working for that madman.”