The problem was, there was nowhere to go. He was between her and the stairs, and there was no other way down. As soon as he recovered, he stalked her across the platform, his face a twisted mass of hatred. Any brotherly resemblance to Volkan disappeared.

A moment later, the door to the helicopter opened and the pilot joined Demir as he tried to trap her.

Yasmin screamed for help, but there was nothing she could do as they cornered her. It was either jump off the side of the building or allow them to wrestle her into the helicopter.

The pilot held her flailing arms as Demir lifted her off the ground. “Stop, someone help!”

They dragged her kicking and screaming onto the helicopter, but she didn’t stay there long. Before Demir could close the door, he was wrenched backwards and flung onto the cement pad. The pilot followed, landing so hard his head bounced on the concrete and he rolled toward the edge of the building.

Yasmin stared in open-mouthed shock as Volkan climbed onto the helicopter. She reached for him, but before she could fling herself into his arms, he gripped her by the throat and dragged her into his chest.

Shocked, she was helpless to do anything but hang onto him and try not to choke.

“I’ll make sure you regret leaving me, Yasmin Kartel,” he snarled into her face while she fought for breath. “By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to leave my bed without asking my permission.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Volkan dragged her out of the helicopter and down the steps of the building. Demir was lying on his side, his arms wrapped around his stomach, rolling and moaning on the helicopter pad. The pilot was no where to be seen. Had Volkan thrown him right off the building?

“Please, Volkan,” she pleaded with him as he dragged her toward his Ferrari. “I can explain.”

He ignored her, either because he wasn’t interest in her explanation or because her voice was being carried away by the still whirring blades of the helicopter.

Volkan opened the passenger side door and thrust her inside, reaching down to grip a fistful of the dress and veil and shoving them in with her so they wouldn’t get caught in the door when he slammed it shut. He climbed in the other side and fired the engine before peeling out of the parking lot.

“Volkan, can we talk?” she asked tentatively. Now that they were in the quiet of the car together, she was determined to make him listen. “I had no idea – ”

“I told you what would happen if you tried to leave me,” he interrupted her. “Now you’ll take the consequences.”

“But I – ”