Chapter 87 Inside The Brothel

• HASAN
• As soon as I stepped further into the brothel, something in me recoiled so sharply it almost translated into movement. For a fleeting second, I was ready to turn around, walk straight out, get into my car, and leave this place behind as if I had never set foot in it. The instinct wasn’t subtle, nor was it something I had to think through. It rose from somewhere deeper, something instinctive and unfiltered, like my body had already judged the environment and found it unworthy of my presence.
• But Tatiana was here.