Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Victory Mirza

Yusef laughed loudly. The strongest fortress fell in his hands. He felt like he had shot Deniz. Now there was nothing he was afraid of anymore. Although his troops stayed a little. In fact, the battered man iu undoes his intention to leave. 

Fuad immediately clutched the body of the brother who was half conscious. Clasping his hands filled with splashes of blood. He regrets having obeyed Deniz's order not to carry a weapon, and this time could not do more resistance. Yusef is still pointing a gun at him. 

"Do you still dare to act, Mirza?" he said out loud. The gun pointed at Fuad, but the eyes continued to stare at Mirza who was standing not far from him. 

Erkan who was beside Mirza could only quietly follow Yusef's orders. Mirza, like a living statue.  His entire body felt stiff to see his two brothers who were currently helpless. 

Feeling the enemy off guard, Fuad brushed off the gun in Yusef's hand, while Mirza took something from his suit pocket. Fuad also grabbed the object of his enemy who was lying near Deniz's feet. Shortly after, the sound of gunfire returned.

Fuad gawked to see Yusef had already collapsed before he pressed his weapon. Then turned to his sister-in-law who put something in the pocket of the suit. 

"K–au.." said Yusef while holding the part of his stomach that was filled with blood. 

Mirza ran over to Deniz and Fuad. Her eyes glazed over as her brother continued to smile with narrowed eyes. 

"Sister Fuad, take Mr. Deniz to the hospital. I'll take care of everything." Mirza's tears escaped as she stroked the bruised brother's sturdy cheek. 

"Don't kill Yusef" Deniz's pinta faltered. She knew Mirza would not stop there and would do more for the man. 

"No, Brother. I shot him in the stomach." With ease Mirza said. It was as if what he did was just play, and it succeeded in making Deniz chuckle in the middle of him who fought death. 

His sister has never changed and will fight the enemy cruelly. However, this time he did not blame Mirza entirely because Yusef made trouble. 

After his defense felt completely collapsed, Yusef's men chose to surrender. Those who were still alive were unwilling to fate the same as his current master had. Shot in a horrible way. 

After driving Deniz to the car, Mirza again approached Yusef who also asked for his help. 

"So you said I didn't have the guts and took refuge in my brother." Mirza nudged Yusef's hand with her foot. Then crouch. Laughing at the man who was now in his grasp. 

Mirza is now free to do anything after the car carrying Deniz is gone. There was nothing he was afraid of to torture the enemy like he had done before. 

"Just take the same shot, because you shot my brother, too." 

Mirza again stepped on Yusef's hand until the master felt a pile of pain. "This is a reward because you have dared to make Aynur's brother cry" he said grumpily. 

"And this is for my wife you've kidnapped." 

Bugh 

Then, Mirza hit Yusef hard in the face until the man completely closed his eyes. Blood not only flows from the stomach, but also the corners of the lips and other wounds. Mirza is unceasingly giving away the bogeman. Evaporating his anger from earlier. 

"Sir, we have to save Miss Haira." Erkan's words make Mirza immediately release Yusef who may now be dead. He ran over to the secretary who was standing guard.

"Have you called the police?" mirza asked as she rubbed her dirty hands against Yusef's blood. 

"Already, Sir. Thirty minutes are expected to arrive." 

"For a long time, did they ride andong," muttered Mirza continuing in her footsteps. Following the source of the voice that from earlier asked for help. 

Arriving in one of the rooms, Mirza saw two people standing guard at the door. He walked slowly towards those who were also carrying weapons. 

"Let go of my wife, or you will suffer the same fate as Yusef.'' 

The two men swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. His body shook with fear. If what they are facing right now is Deniz, it might be battered. However, what was before him at this moment was the incarnation of a ruthless mafia who was willing to do anything to fight for hers. 

"Quick step aside or I'll finish you off" cried Mirza, who had run out of patience. The two bodyguards looked at each other and began to attack Mirza and Erkan without warning.

It didn't take long to paralyze those who were just rancid humans. In fact, Mirza has managed to master the war.

"I don't need a gun to kill you."

Pushing the man's burly body right on the wall of the towering fence until it crashed violently. Letting Erkan who was currently also restraining the other bodyguard. 

Mirza rushed to open the door, and the wife, who was in the corner of the room in a torn shirt, cried and begged for forgiveness. 

The man who was bare-chested looked towards the open door. He was Murad, who managed to take Haira away. 

"Bad! Dare you hurt my wife" Mirza glanced at the weapon on the table. 

Murad was surprised, his hand was stalling to take his weapon, but he lost quickly to Mirza who had now taken it first. 

Erkan, who had defeated the enemy, stood guard at the doorway, preventing Murad from escaping. 

Wanting to pull Haira's body, her movements choked again when Mirza told her to raise her hand. He did not want to die silly and chose to do the man's orders. 

Damn, why are they surrounding me, then how are you with Mr. Yusef. 

"You want to take this?" Mirza showed off the weapon in her hand. He continued walking until he was near Haira. 

"Darling, open your eyes, it's me" whispered Mirza in Haira's ear. His hands were still focused on Murad. 

Slowly Haira opened her eyes and looked at her guardian angel. He hugged Mirza and shed his tears. 

Dorian 

Haira tightened her arms when she heard the gunshot. 

Mirza did not want to take the risk, he shot Murad in the thigh so that the man could not be cheap. While waiting for the police to arrive, Mirza continues to give a warm hug to the wife. 

"Calm down, you're safe now." Mirza rubbed Haira's back which was still shaking from crying. 

"I'm scared" Haira said on the sidelines of her cries. Glanced at Murad who was already sprawled with blood flowing to the floor. 

Mirza cupped both Haira's cheeks. 

"I am more afraid. I'm afraid I can't save you. Now that we're out of here, if you ask the police, just tell them what they did to you."

Mirza wrapped his wife's body in her suit and took her away. 

"Erkan, you wait until the police arrive" Mirza said, stepping over Murad's body. His ignorant feet were shaking the man's head, hoping to be alive. 

"Good, Sir."