Clueless Love

“Umit, are you seeing this, what could be down there?” Ismail is as surprised as I am.

“I wonder too. But first let’s take pictures, it might come in handy later,” I take a step back to take a good picture of the elevator. I also close the door and take a picture of that. You never know what might be useful later.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ismail asks, stepping into the elevator knowing we are taking a big risk.

“Yes, let’s go,” I say, stepping into the elevator. The elevator’s door closes, and we press the only button.

The elevator takes us deep down. I don’t even know if we are still above ground, but I know for sure we went down far before coming to a stop. The elevator door opens, and we step out of the elevator. What is in front of us is something I could have never imagined in my entire life. I walk forward to see if I am really seeing properly because I can’t believe this.

“Ismail are you seeing what I am seeing,” I say walking closer.

“Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah), does he manufacture them or something. What are all these?” Ismail sounds as surprised as I am.

“I know, right. We should take pictures. This is even better than listening to any conversations. With these pictures, David has all the evidence he needs.”

“Yes, we should, but what if he does not own them.”

“That’s also possible. But it is better to take pictures and find out later if he owns them or not.”

“Alright then,” Ismail says, and we begin taking pictures.

Imagine the biggest, largest wine cellar you have ever seen in your life. Then imagine guns in the racks in place of the wine. That is what we are taking pictures of. There are 1000’s of guns here, all different types. There are also different types of bullets lined up to go with the guns. The racks of the guns spread wide and long. I can’t even estimate how long or wide they stretch. I have never seen anything like this in my life, and if Mr Alberto is the owner of this building. I can finally see him going to jail because this is a lot of evidence against him.

Ismail and I walk further down to see if there is anything more when we hear voices. We almost forgot about the men we followed down, but whoever is talking is not close. I am surprised we haven’t seen anyone sooner because a place like this would be fully guarded.

“Can you hear them?” Ismail whispers

“I can, and I don’t think they are too far. We should be careful.”

“I can see them, and you won’t believe who I am seeing.”

“Who?” I carefully move closer toward Ismail to get a better look. I can’t believe the man who is meant to be here in two hours is sitting here already making a deal. Mr. Alberto and another man are sitting down talking, and I can tell they are making a deal because there are guns and money on the table. What else could they be doing?

“Ismail this is what we need, we need to record this. We can see his face and get it in the video. We don’t need anything else.” I whisper, this could be the end for Mr. Alberto. We have all the evidence we need to put him away for a long, long time.

“Yes, Umit, but we also need to hear what they are saying. We need to move a little closer. It will make the evidence stronger.”

“Okay, but let’s be careful if they find us, they will kill us.”

Making sure not to make any sound and staying out of their line of sight, we get close enough to hear their conversation. We blend into the shadows in between the racks of guns. I think Ismail and I came at the end of the conversation because less than 10 minutes they are done. They are about to leave when someone comes and whisper something into Mr. Alberto’s ear. His whole body becomes rigid. Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah) I hope they don’t know we are here. I get my answer when Mr. Alberto yells,

“Find them, you fool! You can’t let them leave this place. If they leave this place alive, just know that you are dead!”

I put my phone away and tap Ismail to indicate we need to leave. Ismail nods silently and carefully heads back the way we came, only to find the way blocked by the scary man from last time and some others. “Ha-ha! And who do we have here,” the scary man says, “How are you doing, bitches? We meet again. Let me introduce myself, my name is William, at your service my lady,” he says with a flourish making a mock bow.

“Don’t call me that. And tell me, how is your nose?” I reply, showing I am not impressed with his lack of respect or afraid of making him angry. “You are going to pay for that. Get them,” William says, giving the order, and the other men with him surround us.

I don’t even think twice before I yell Bismillah (In the name of Allah) and begin attacking them before they know what’s hit them. It will be a lot harder for me to block an attack, especially as I am outnumbered. I punch one in the face while using my elbow to hit the other one besides me. I use my knee to hit his stomach while I kick the one on my left, in the ribs. They both fall to the ground in pain. I quickly react to another person coming at my back. I turn around fast while stepping on one of the guys on the ground for support, I spin my body fast while jumping up with a flying kick. I hit two of them right in their faces as they fall to the ground. I even only saw one person’s shadow, Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) that went well.

I turn my back to see if Ismail needs help, but Ismail is doing fine on his own. He is throwing a few punches here and there yet has the upper hand, and I wonder if these people are trained at all. I am sure all those hours of workouts are paying off for Ismail.

I am so busy looking at Ismail, I don’t notice when someone comes and grabs me from behind.

“Ismail!” I say screaming Ismail’s name while I try to get out of the person’s hold on me. I use my elbow to hit his stomach, but he does not budge. I use my heel to step hard on his foot, but his grip does not loosen.

“Don’t touch her, you monster,” Ismail yells in a voice I have never heard before. I can practically feel the rage coming off him. I never knew Ismail could be this angry. The fact that it’s because someone is touching me, kind of makes me feel happy that he cares so deeply about me, even though this is the worst situation to care about something like this.

“And what are you going to do about it?” William sneers increasing his hold on my neck.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“I SAID DON’T TOUCH HER. I WILL BREAK THOSE HANDS OF YOURS!” Ismail bellows.

William, throws me into a room, locking it before I can run back to the door.

“Give me the phone you used to record what you saw here.”

“Never!” I say with venom dripping from my voice.

“I think you will, just look what we are doing to your boyfriend.”

“What. What are you doing to Ismail?” I don’t even know I am crying until I feel tears falling on my hands, while I beg him to leave Ismail alone. There are more than ten guys attacking Ismail at once. I know Ismail can fight some of them off, but not all of them.

“Please tell them to stop. I will give you what you want,” I say, not thinking twice about risking Ismail’s life.

“Now we’re talking,” William says with a nasty grin.

“Here is the phone,” I pretend to give him the phone, but I punch him in the face and knee him in the groin.

“Did you really think I would give it to you? I love Ismail, and I am going to save him,” I murmur searching his body for the key while he is on the ground in pain. I find the key, and I am about to unlock the door when I am dragged back to the floor.

I can bet even people outside heard the loud impact my head made with the ground. Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah) I can feel my head about to burst open. I can’t even see properly, and I am starting to become dizzy. I can’t be dizzy right now. I need to get out of here and save Ismail. I try to stand up but fall back down. I try again, but this time I don’t fall back down because I am dizzy. I fall back down because William gets on top of me and starts beating me like a punching bag. I try to block as much of his punches as I can, but I am too dizzy to do much. I think I am going to die tonight. I can feel myself about to fade into darkness when I hear noises coming from outside the door.

The next thing I know, I see the door flying off its hinges. Ismail walks in with sweat dripping off his body like he just finished a workout. I have never seen Ismail like this in my entire life. His eyes are bloodshot red from anger, and I can hear his heartbeat from where I am lying on the ground. Before I understand what is happening, I find myself begging Ismail to stop before he kills him.

“Ismail stop you are going to kill him,” I say, but Ismail does not hear me because my voice is barely a whisper. I am weak, dizzy, and bloody.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH HER, BUT YOU DID. I AM GOING TO KILL YOU” Ismail yells with a lot of anger while throwing punch after punch at William. As soon as Ismail broke down the door, he dragged William off me and started beating him far worse than what he was doing to me.

“Ismail, please stop. This is not right, you will hate yourself if you kill him,” I say trying to get through to him, but I don’t because I am getting weaker by the moment due to the blood loss. I need to do something before Ismail does something he will regret.

“Ismail I am begging you, please stop,” I drag myself over to Ismail and I place my hand on him. When he feels it, he releases his hold on William.

“Umit, are you alright? Oh My God, you are bleeding,” Ismail is holding me in his arms, and I can feel I am fading away.

“Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) you did not kill him,” I say pleased he did not do something he will regret later.

“Umit, don’t talk, help will be here soon. David is on his way, hang in there a little,” Ismail says sounding scared as ever while I place my hands on his face, and tell him I love him, before I fade into darkness.