Give Me Your Hand's
Night Stampage
Love can come and go, but friendship always stays. That's the saying that happens to Kenan today. Yes, the man prefers his friendship with Mehmet, rather than his first night with Ivy.
“You don't mind, if I go?” kenan asked Ivy after the man changed his wedding suit and shirt to his casual casual outfit.
Ivy honestly objected, which woman let her husband go on his first night. He was silent and did not give his answer for a while. Nibbling his lower lip is something he often does to think.
The son of Aaron wrapped his hands around the slender waist of his wife who was still clad in a full wedding dress. He put his forehead on Ivy's forehead. Staring at the green eye bead for a few seconds.
Ivy put her arms behind her husband's neck. The green-eyed bead began to collect the clear-clear glass. “Go, help Mehmet to do justice for Cansu.”
“You are not sincere,” fashion Kenan with his charming smile.
Ivy returned her husband's smile
with a little laugh. “No... I'm sincere. Go awayl. I'll be waiting for you. Promise to return home safely.”
Kenan pushes Ivy's waist down to get more
clinging to his body, there was not even a crack that made the ants successfully pass through. “I promise. I'll be home safe. To pay my debt to you.”
Ivy laughed at her husband's words. “You call our first night a debt? All right, if you go home, you'll have to pay him double.”
“You can accept it?” This time replace Kenan who seduced his wife with his perverted look. The green-eyed bead was just twitching, beginning to realize something was wrong with her speech.
Whispering in Ivy's ear, he continued his words, “Not only two, but I can pay my debt up to ten times.”
“Date!” Ivy cried with horror as soon as she heard the whisper of her husband. Envisages
what he would be like, if he had to serve the man in bed, up to ten rounds.
She pushed a little of her husband's chest with a laugh, but the man had already prepared her jiggles by increasingly pulling Ivy's body into his arms. Make the two lips stick together then fused in a desire that they can not channel tonight.
“Alright, I'll go first. I love you,” said Kenan after he released his kisses on the lips and before he kissed Ivy on the forehead.
“I love you too,” reply Ivy who still closed her eyelids when she felt those brown lips touch her forehead gently.
Ivy also drove Kenan to the front door of his apartment room. Her husband did not give her permission to drive her to the apartment lobby. Just as they opened the door, Mehmet's men had just arrived. Three men dressed in leather vests showing their muscular, tattooed arms came to Kenan and Ivy.
“Mehmet told us to come here,” said one of the five men who looked rosy to Kenan.
“You guys keep watch outside. Take care of my wife and family! Don't let anyone
get inside my apartment!” kenan's orders to all Mehmet's men.
“Ready, boss!” exclaim the five men in unison.
The couple separated after Kenan asked Ivy to close and lock the apartment door. A pair of black sneakers then stepped into his SUV on the basement floor of the building.
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It was getting darker as the four-wheeled vehicle filled the void of the highway. Kenan feels relief in his heart after he manages to get the blessing of Ivy to go see Mehmet. The glow of the street lamp makes the dark gray eye bead look shiny like a wolf who is ready to hunt with his group.
Like normal nights, the high gate that shuts Mehmet's fist gym was like an uninhabited old barn. Incidentally tonight, there are no illegal boxing matches there. The floodlight coming from Kenan's vehicle, made the two thugs guarding the gate move their steps aside to avoid the glare of light that dazzled their gaze.
“Where is Mehmet?” ask Kenan to one of them.
“She is inside.”
The gate was open, Kenan entered his car and then he stepped into the headquarters of the dark-skinned man. His footsteps stopped when he saw his friend standing on his back. Circa
five men in sangar's face and plain clothes— Mehmet's mercenaries stood around the room. A room filled only with a ceiling fan and a chandelier.
Mehmet turned his body and walked over to Kenan. The two men also were each other
stick their fists. “You have come apparently.”
“What's your plan? Are you gonna involve the police?” ask Kenan.
The chandelier light moved along with the wind coming from a nearby fan. The yellowish glow illuminated the faces of the two. Everyone who was there, could feel Mehmet's anger. A humorous man who
demand justice in their own way.
“I'll do it my own way. Tonight I'm going to go to that motherfucker's lair!” mehmet's claw with its jaw hardened before Kenan came. “I've found out where the fucker lives. Tonight we'll storm his house!”
“I'll come with you. Give me my share too,” reply Kenan.
The two also walked together accompanied by five men with sangar faces and full of tattoo all over their arms. The exhaust of the four vehicles roared in
in front of the old building. Mehmet's Jeep car leads the line
the road and the dark sky.
After leaving the hospital, Mehmet had found out where Ferit was staying. All this time he dealt with the troublemaker for helping Kenan, but now
the long-haired man had dared to tease him. Then he would never let go of that savage man.
Near midnight, they had just arrived at Ferit's house. A two-story luxury house with its tall black fence. The seven men got out of their car. They saw the house in a state of desolation. There is only one room left
lights up upstairs.
“The striker can still sleep soundly after what he has done to Cansu,” Mehmet murmured.
“Get out of you, Ferrite Kozan!” shout Kenan.
There was no answer from inside the room. Not a single person came out from inside the house to face them. Not even an ant dared to bring itself up.
“Don't hide, you!” shouted Mehmet who was impatient to chop up the savage man. The bald man walked back and forth with his fist. “If you're a man, come down and face me!”
“It seems like there is no one inside,” said Kenan as he rubbed his hairy chin.
“Bos, the mosquito net is moving!” exclaimed one of Mehmet's men who had stood up since noticed the room that was still lit.
Kenan and Mehmet set their eyes on the window in question, and
turns out right. There's movement there. It was as if someone was peeking behind the curtain of cloth.
“Take your stick!” mehmet's orders set his sights on the room
One of the owners took a baseball bat in the trunk of the car. He struck the iron rod in his palm over and over again until it reached Mehmet's place.
Ivy's husband took a stone
which is near his feet. A stone as big as his hand. Stone wrapped
it was gray in color with a paper containing his handwriting, then gave it to Mehmet.
The dark-skinned man swung a rock and hit it with a baseball bat. The sound of broken glass was immediately heard filling the dark night, as the stone fell inside the upstairs room. The sky-blue mosquito net seemed to flutter in the wind
nightly.
Someone who was inside the room, picked up a stone that had been wrapped by a piece of paper. One of his eyebrows shot up as soon as he finished reading the letter.
“Look, they threatened me with a letter?” ferrit asked with a mocking voice of his laughter.
“This is all because of your stupidity! Take care of them!” his orders to Hasan.
With his face bruised by being hit by Ferit's blow, the lashy-haired man immediately invited all his men to come out to greet their guests. The iron fence was wide open, Hasan and five of his men came out with guns and batons in his hands.
“Server them!” hasan shouted while firing his pistol upwards, with the intention of frightening Mehmet and his comrades. His men immediately stormed out the tub
a bull just came out of its cage.
However, the crooked-nosed man was misjudged. Mehmet has prepared
all in all, the dark-skinned man pointed at him with a black gun after he was right in front of the man.
“Where are your cowardly masters, huh?” ask Mehmet. The muzzles of the two pistols were facing each other. They just pull the trigger and one or both will definitely get shot.
Hasan rubbed his non-itchy nose then said, “Fight me first, before you fight my master, bald black!”
Behind Mehmet, Kenan and his men begin to engage in a fistfight with Hasan's men. The sound of the baton's punch was heard in the area. Not a few four-wheeled vehicles they also become victims of stick blows from the opponent. Starting from the car window
which broke until the body of the four-wheeled vehicle was dented. Their numbers are in balance and there have been no casualties.
A small stone was thrown by Kenan right into Hasan's hand, making the man with the big hair drop his firearm. Seeing the opportunity to be on his side, Mehmet immediately hit
the bottom of his gun to Hasan's forehead and made the man rewind his steps away from his firearm.
“Badness!” yelled Hasan who rubbed his bloody forehead.
As fast as lightning Mehmet kicked Hasan's gun at his best friend like a man
football player who will insert the ball in the opponent's goal. “Date, catch!”
Aaron's son turned his back to catch the firearm and pointed it at Hasan when the man with the crooked nose was about to attack
Mehmed. Now Ferit's men are silent and become hostage.
“Stop all of you! Or I'll shoot him in the head!” yelled Kenan to everyone.
The son of Aaron had his left hand on Hasan's neck and his right hand, holding a gun, was pointed at the man's head. The baku hit instantly stopped instantly.
“Put your sticks!” yelled Mehmet to Hasan's men.
“Stupid! Why are you following his orders?” Hasan cursed his men after seeing his men put their batons one by one onto the asphalt of the highway. Mehmet ordered his men to pick up the baton belonging to their opponents.
“Tell where your master is!” yelled Kenan to Hasan. He attached the muzzle of his firearm to Hasan's bloody temple.
“I won't say it!” hasan who then laughed grinned.
“Say! Or I'll shoot you in the head!” yelled Kenan with emotion he was getting more pressing
hasan's neck with his arms.
Before Hasan spoke, a classical music was heartbreaking
heard from inside the house. Apparently Ferrite enlarges the volume of the sound of music that
he had been listening in the room. The sound of classical music that suddenly appeared made everyone speechless. They install their sense of hearing and sight with care.
The loud clapping sound came from someone walking closer to the fence
balconies. Along with his steps, the sound of the music stopped. The man Kenan and Mehmet are looking for has finally revealed himself. Mehmet immediately ran to enter the front yard of the house.
“Stop!” ferrit shouted from above, making Mehmet stop his steps. “Let go of my men or that gun will blow up Cansu's head!”
Ferrite threw his cell phone which was caught by Mehmet. A recording
video in a hospital room showing a man holding a firearm to Cansu's head. They tied the young woman's mouth with a piece of cloth.
“Keepat you! I'll kill you!” yelled Mehmet who threw Ferrite's phone in any direction.
The man immediately stormed into the house. He did not care about the threat of that savage man. And also with Ferrite
he went straight down from his room to the garage. On the other hand, Kenan threw Hasan's body into the bush and shot the man's left arm. Let him live in pain.
In a matter of seconds, the garage door made of wood was blown away by a black sedan car. The sound of a firearm being fired at Kenan from the driver of the car, lucky that the bullet did not hit Kenan but hit the body of Hasan who tried to get up. The hot tin penetrated Hasan's stomach, making the man with a crooked nose sit back while holding his bloody stomach and then collapse instantly.
“Pursue that car!” yelled Kenan to his men. He believes the driver of the car is Ferrite.
They also simultaneously entered back into their respective cars as well as
Mehmet just got out of the house. He also immediately drove his Jeep car following the car in front of him.
The four cars were chasing the black sedan. Kenan's car is the most
fore. He tried to overtake the vehicle in front of him. At a glance from the distance view, the man saw the Ferrite car the difference of two cars from his car.
After successfully overtaking the two cars in front of him. Kenan is right here
the back of the car is black. But on a wide highway, the black sedan car suddenly cornered and walked backwards. Ferrite pulled out the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at Kenan's SUV. Likewise with Aaron's son, the man pointed his firearm towards the sedan car in front of him. The two cars and the two firearms faced each other.
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