Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Fall with Style

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three

"Then why didn’t you tell her that?" Markus pushed.

Ahmet did not answer. What was he supposed to tell her?

Markus did not press. Not yet.

The tension stretched between them, brittle and silent. Until finally, Ahmet let himself sink into the nearest chair, hands rubbing through his face like he was trying to erase it.

Markus watched him, really watched him. This wasn’t just a comrade who had missed a shot. This was a man unraveling under the weight of a truth he couldn’t dodge anymore.

Markus was watching Ahmet fall in love for the first time and that too with the woman forbidden to them.

"She thinks I’m like her father," Ahmet said quietly.

"Using people. Brutal. Controlling. Cold."

"And are you not?" Markus sincerely wasn’t judging. Using people. Brutal. Controlling. Cold. Those were who they were.

"No," Ahmet snapped. "I am not like him. He is a rpist, kills innocent people. He is more than a monster."

"Right. But does Asli know her father does those things?" That was a good question. They had wanted to strip her father of his role because of this and that was what entangled him with Asli as well, thinking she was aware of what her father did. But when they confirmed she was the Midnight Reaper, they should have left her out of it.

"Then prove to her what you feel for her is..."

"How? Besides, I’m not so sure about what I feel or if she would want to see me."

Markus shrugged. "Maybe. But talk to her. I don’t care about what you feel. I care about her. She left here but maybe she’s waiting again. Just not outside the gate this time."

Ahmet said nothing. But the way he clenched his fists was answer enough.

Markus slid off the table and stretched, back popping slightly. "Talk to her."

"She won’t listen."

"You haven’t tried."

"I’m not going to beg."

Markus turned to him, smirking faintly. "Why? Because you are Ahmet the untouchable? You already begged on the phone, brother. I was right there. If you are going to fall, at least fall with some damn style."

Ahmet opened his mouth, maybe to defend himself, maybe to curse, but Markus cut him off, walking toward the bar and pouring himself a short drink.

"Look," he continued, "I don’t give a shit what you think this is, or how twisted the past was. You two have always been circling the same flame. You think I didn’t see that? I knew from day one."

"Markus—"

"No, let me talk now. You want honesty? Fine. You think you are scared of how she feels? I think you are scared of how you feel. Because for once, you can’t control this. You can’t predict her. You can’t own her. She has the power to wreck you and guess what, my dear?"

He tossed back the drink and set the glass down with a thud.

"She already has, just as much as you have broken her heart."

"I haven’t fallen for her!" Ahmet tried defending himself as he tried to mask his embarrassment.

"Tell that to yourself. You used her submission to you. Her naiveness. We gave her every reason not to trust us. Power means nothing if you can’t protect the people you love."

"I wish you were joking. At least it would seem the situation had a solution." Ahmet could use some jokes to remind him that the situation wasn’t as intense as it was.

"No," Markus whispered. "I’m not. I can’t."

He stood slowly, his movements heavy with thought.

Then, quietly, like a confession: "I have to apologize."

Markus nodded. "Damn right, you do. What do you think this whole conversation was about?"

Ahmet stared at the door for a long moment.

Then he turned back. "What about you?"

Markus gave a lopsided grin. "Me? I’m going to keep getting on her nerves. Though this time..."

He gave a playful shrug.

"I think I’m getting shot."

He winked, then walked out, leaving Ahmet alone with his thoughts, and the gate still humming softly behind the glass.