Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: "Find him!"

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven

The warehouses stood like gutted beasts by the time Demir arrived.

Metal doors hung crooked on their hinges, locks snapped clean through. Inside, the air smelled wrong. Yet, the rooms were too clean, and too empty. Items that once brimmed with contraband lay overturned, their contents vanished without so much as a scuff mark to hint at direction. No footprints were left as well as no shell casings.

Only dead bodies and blood soaked into concrete, dark and sticky, carrying a metallic stench that clung to the back of Demir’s throat.

He knew very soon that if they didn’t clear this mess the police would be there soon.

Demir paced the length of the warehouse, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His men fanned out, lifting tarps, prying open false panels, checking ceilings and drains, anything that might whisper a clue. They found nothing. Not even another brand of a careless cigarette butt.

"Sir," one of them finally said, voice low, apologetic. "It’s like they were never here."

Demir exhaled sharply, the sound clipped and impatient. He hated that sentence because it was the same thing he heard at the next warehouse.

By the time they returned to Marco, the sun was already sinking, casting long shadows across the villa’s marble floors. Demir stood before his uncle’s desk, shoulders squared, spine straight, refusing to show the frustration boiling in his chest.

"There were no leads," Demir said. "They left no evidence. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. They left no fingerprints or even boot prints."

Marco leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes cold. "And what exactly do you expect me to do with that information?"

The question landed like a slap.

Demir blinked. "Uncle..."

"What good is a report that tells me nothing?" Marco cut in, his voice sharpening. "I sent you to retrieve answers, not excuses. You can’t tell me those people are better than you are! Do you know what I have lost? Do you know how much harm they have done to this organization?"

Something twisted in Demir’s chest. "These people are also professionals. Not mere troublemakers or thieves. They wiped everything and left just the bodies. I could only ask our men to clean up before the scent drove the police there."

"Enough." Marco stood abruptly. "For once in your life, Demir, you are proving yourself utterly incompetent."

The word rang in the room.

Incompetent.

Demir felt it echo through his bones. In all his years, every mission executed, every enemy crushed, he never once had Marco say that word to him. His hands curled into fists at his sides, nails biting into his palms.

"I will find them," Demir said, voice shaking with restrained fury. "Whoever is behind this, I will drag them to you myself. I swear it. You will have their heads."

Marco waved him off, already turning away. "See that you do."

Demir turned without another word.

His footsteps were measured as he crossed the study, but something violent coiled tight in his chest, pulling with every step. His jaw locked, teeth grinding until his temples throbbed. By the time he reached the door, his hands were clenched so hard his knuckles had gone white, skin stretched thin as if it might split.

He didn’t look back.

The door closed behind him with a quiet, deliberate click yet controlled, and restrained but the promise sat heavy in his breathing, sharp and wicked.

Someone would pay for this. That or he’d make someone else take the fall.

*********

Ahmet woke to a dull, persistent throb behind his eyes, his body heavy as if it had been filled with lead. Every limb protested the moment he tried to move, pain blooming beneath his skin in slow, aching waves. The room smelled sterile, antiseptic, clean sheets, and the faint trace of dried blood. He had pushed through the pain, and refused to rest, refused to stop... until his body had finally betrayed him.

Now he was waking from an enforced sleep, dragged under by an injection he knew Markus had ordered when his stubbornness nearly cost him.

"You look like shit," Markus said cheerfully from the armchair by the window.

Ahmet groaned and rolled onto his side. "If you don’t shut up..."

"Oh, come on." Markus grinned. "Don’t you feel better now that you’ve rested? See? Sleep fixes everything."

Ahmet ignored him, staring at the wall as Markus continued his commentary like a man determined to be punched.

"Honestly, you should thank me. I watched over you. Made sure you didn’t choke on your own pride." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Yet, you couldn’t wipe the blood? Not even change my clothes?" Ahmet shot.

"Hey, I don’t do men." Markus joked, covering his own body.

"You rascal!"

A phone buzzed immediately.

Markus glanced at the screen, his grin fading totally. He turned it so Ahmet could see the caller ID.

Marco.

Ahmet gave a small nod.

Markus answered. "Yes?"

"Come to my office. Right this instant," Marco snapped before hanging up.

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