Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: “Not today.”

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four

Markus didn’t remember the drive.

Only the moment the gates of Asli’s Villa slid open before him, smooth and obedient, as if nothing in the world was wrong. That told him enough. Whatever had happened, whatever blood had been spilled, Asli hadn’t spoken a word to her people yet.

Security nodded him through. Nobody pressed the alarms and neither did anyone raise their weapons.

Good. Too good.

He parked in front of her apartment and was already moving before the engine went cold.

The building closed around him as soon as he stepped inside. Faint voices drifted from the sitting hall. Matilda’s laugh, abruptly cut short, followed by the low murmur of her nanny. Markus didn’t register any of it. He didn’t slow down, didn’t even turn, or didn’t notice the way Matilda’s face drained of color the moment her eyes landed on him. She had never seen Markus like this.

No one had.

He crossed the hall in long strides, his presence cutting through the space like a blade. The air around him felt heavier, charged, dangerous. Even the walls seemed to shrink back.

His feet took the stairs two at a time, sometimes three. He vaulted the last few steps without breaking pace, hands already reaching for the door.

He didn’t knock.

The knob turned easily beneath his palm.

Unlocked.

A part of him registered that, cold and distant. If it hadn’t been, he would have broken it. The door or even the frame. Whatever stood between him and Asli.

The room opened before him.

Asli stood near the desk, her back half-turned, maps spread wide across the surface. Lines marked in ink. Routes traced and retraced. The careful, meticulous work of someone planning something big. He didn’t care what it was.

She looked up sharply when he opened.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she snapped. "You don’t barge into my..."

Her voice broke off.

Markus stepped into the room. The door slammed behind him hard enough to make the maps on the table flutter. The look on her face shifted then, fury still there, but something else beneath it. Either tension or strain. Like a storm pressing against glass, begging to break free.

He didn’t give her the chance.

"Where the hell is my brother?"

Asli scoffed, folding her arms. "Brother?" she said coolly. "I thought you two were enemies."

His jaw tightened.

"Don’t mess with me, Asli." His voice was low, lethal. "Where the fck is Ahmet?"

She tilted her head, studying him, eyes sharp and unrepentant. Then she smiled.

Slow, cold, and carrying no warmth.

"I killed him," she said. "Buried him too. I’d be happy to show you where, if you want to pay your last respects."

For a second, Markus thought he hadn’t heard her right.

Then the words settled.

Something cracked open in his chest.

"Are you crazy?" he demanded.

Her smile sharpened. "Yes," she replied, venom dripping from every syllable. "Considering I’m letting you live."

His gaze flicked aside without thought and landed on the glass by the table. It was half-empty, the dark liquid clinging to the rim like a signature left behind. Something ugly twisted in his chest. Celebration. The word hit him so hard the room seemed to tilt. So she hadn’t been lying.

She’d said she buried him. Said it like it meant nothing. And now here it was proof poured neat into a crystal, raised not in grief but in triumph.

All along, she never cared about Ahmet.

Something inside Markus snapped so cleanly it didn’t even hurt at first.

If Asli was telling the truth...

Markus’s jaw clenched hard enough to ache. All that power. All that fear. Reduced to a rumor she could toss around while pouring herself a drink. What had Ahmet seen in her in the first place? What kind of madness made a man like him fall this deep?

If she had truly killed him, then there was no walking out of this room whole. Either one of them would die here.

Ahmet was dead and she was even celebrating.

Markus didn’t know how to live with that.

Asli’s hand slid toward the table, smooth and deliberate, fingers already curling around the grip of the gun. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Markus saw it.

Instinct took over before thought could catch up.

He lunged.

The chair screeched as it toppled, the table rattling under the sudden violence. His shoulder slammed into her, driving her back as the gun came up between them. Her finger grazed the trigger. Too close. Far too close.

They struggled, bodies colliding, and arms locked, the weapon trapped between them like a live wire. Asli was strong, trained, and ruthless but Markus was bigger, fueled by something raw and ungoverned. His hand clamped over her wrist, forcing the barrel upward as she tried to twist free.

"Let go, you imbecile," she hissed, teeth bared.

"Not tonight," he growled back.

The door burst open.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Cole’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

He was already moving before the echo died, crossing the room in long strides. Markus barely registered him until Cole slammed into them, wedging himself between their bodies with brutal efficiency. One hand shot down, fingers finding the release by muscle memory, yanking the magazine clean out of the gun.

Metal clattered against the floor.