“Follow me.” She led him into the house to her office, then opened the drawer to her oak desk and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to him. “I sent Henry to watch them. It’s remote and will take you some time to get out there.”

He took the address and, without another word, left the house to find his brother.

Chapter Forty

Zeynep watched her husband with wary eyes as he paced the cabin, speaking agitatedly to someone on the phone. She’d never been there, but she recognized some of his things, so it either belonged to him or he’d been there before. She ran her fingers over the back of a jacket that was carelessly tossed over a chair, her nail stopping on a long strand of dark chestnut hair. Zeynep had been dying her hair blond since before she met Demir, so it wasn’t hers.

Shoulders slumping, she chose a chair by the fire and stared into the flames. It had been stupid of her to decide to ‘help’ Yasmin leave Turkey. It was clear now that Yasmin hadn’t been excited at the prospect. But after what’d happened to Volkan’s first wife…

“Don’t just sit there,” Demir snapped at her. “Call your father and see if he has a place we can stay. Volkan will eventually find us here. We need to move.”

“Maybe we should try talking to him,” she suggested, then flinched when he turned an ugly glare on her.

“Don’t be stupid, he’ll kill us both if he finds out where we are.”

She touched the mark on her cheek where he’d backhanded her. It hadn’t been the first time he’d used his fists, but before when it happened, he apologized. He brought her gifts, begged her not to leave him, told her it would never happen again.

Now, the way he was looking at her, she was half afraid his future plans didn’t involve her. Maybe he was regretting putting her on the board of Kartel Transport. At the time, she’d seen it as a move to have his wife closer to him while he worked. Now, she suspected it had far more to do with taking control of the company should anything happen to Volkan.

She wasn’t entirely innocent when it came to manipulating herself into a position on the board or with Yasmin. She liked having a position at the company that commanded respect and a healthy paycheck. She liked feeling important and she was genuinely good at her job. And as far as Yasmin was concerned, Zeynep bore her no ill will, but it was in both of their best interests if she left the country. It wouldn’t do for Yasmin to have the first Kartel grandchild; not after Zeynep had been struggling to get pregnant for years.