Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: The Confrontation

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eight

Dressed in black from head to toe, Asli blended into the night like a rumor, her leather hugging her frame, helmet dark, and visor down.

She waited a distance from the villa, her motorcycle idling low beneath her, her pulse steady but sharp. Demir and his men were moving tonight, she knew that much for certain. The confirmation had come hours earlier, whispered through a secure line by the spy she’d planted inside her father’s apartment.

Days without sleep pressed behind her eyes, not from anticipation, but from exclusion. This mission was important enough to mobilize Demir, important enough for secrecy, and yet her name had never been mentioned. That silence had followed her through every restless night, louder than any warning siren.

But not tonight. Midnight Reaper was going to figure it all out. Whatever this mission was, it had crawled under her skin and refused to leave for long.

Cole was on standby, armed. And watching from a different angle.

No matter what, she would find out.

Tonight.

She checked the time again, irritation tightening her jaw. They were late. Waiting had never sat well with her. Every second that stretched thin was becoming sharp against her nerves.

The gates finally groaned open.

Engines surged, dark cars spilling into the night in a tight, disciplined rush. Her attention tracked them automatically, counting, and noting their formation until one vehicle slid into view and her focus snapped hard.

That one.

Her grip got locked on the handle, as her knuckles whitened beneath her gloves.

The car rolled past, unmistakable even in the dark.

For a beat, everything else fell away, even. The engines and the cars’ movement, the night itself left only the cold jolt that cut straight through her chest.

Her breath hitched, sharp and involuntary. That vehicle didn’t belong in the line. Not anymore.

He stayed behind now. He only watched, issuing orders from a distance while they carried the weight and the risk. That had been the rule ever since she’d half stepped into his place. And ever since Demir returned and Marco had started speaking of retirement like it was a joke he might one day mean.

Yet there he was, rolling into the night with the rest of them.

Her fingers tightened again, pulse slamming hard enough to drown out the engines. Whatever had dragged him out of the shadows and back into the field wasn’t small.

And it wasn’t something she was also meant to see. Now, she was convinced her father was hiding something from her.

Her mind gently went on the mission he gave her. It was unreasonable and anyone could tell the mission was below her rank. He wanted her out of town. Good thing he asked her to drive there. Her men were going there in her car. It wasn’t as if anyone would stop her car to see if indeed she was in there. However, if it were a flight and she didn’t board the plane, his spy at the airport would’ve informed him. Jokes on him.

Seriously, why was her father going as well?

The question surfaced again uninvited, and insistent.

Why now?

Curiosity burned hotter than caution.

She eased the bike forward and followed, keeping her distance, and letting the night swallow the sound of her engine. Streetlights blurred. Corners were taken cleanly. The drive stretched longer than it should have.

There were too many turns, too much open road.

Her eyes narrowed behind the visor as unfamiliar streets replaced the ones she knew by instinct.

This wasn’t a route she recognized, it wasn’t anywhere near the properties logged in her head. The farther they went, the tighter her grip became, questions stacking faster than answers.

Then the convoy slowed. Headlights washed over rusted steel and cracked concrete as the warehouse rose from the dark, low and watchful, like something waiting.

Asli also slowed, her brows knit.

This wasn’t one of her father’s properties. She knew every warehouse he owned: their layouts, their weaknesses, their escape routes. This place didn’t belong to him.

"What are you doing here?" she murmured.

She parked farther out, slipping off the bike and melting into the shadows on foot. From her vantage point, she had a clear view, close enough to hear, far enough to disappear if she needed to. Everyone was out of the car except her father. He was still inside his.

Demir’s voice cut through the night. "Stay sharp. Whoever this is, he is a professional."

His men shifted instinctively, falling into formation.

Asli’s lips twitched, unimpressed. Three days. Three days of chaos and sleepless nights because of this. Since when did they care about formation? Formation over results? Demir was losing his touch.

Then her gaze snagged.

Markus. That traitor. What was he doing here with them? How could her father include him and not her?

Her jaw tightened, a familiar heat coiling in her chest. If her father knew who Markus truly was, whose side he played when no one was watching, then this charade would already be over.

She’d end him herself if she had to. Quietly. Efficiently. For her father’s sake.

Headlights flared.

More cars and vans poured in, fast and aggressive.

Asli stilled.

The bastard still walked as the world bent around him.

A thought flickered, unwanted. ’Is this his warehouse? Is my father here because...’

No.

She dismissed it instantly.

This was the enemy. Marco never asked for help and certainly not someone she hated.

Ahmet didn’t flinch under the weight of their guns. He didn’t rush. Didn’t retreat. He stood there like he had all the time in the world.

"Look who we have here," Ahmet said.

Demir moved to fire.

"Hold," Marco ordered as he got down from his car and approached them.

Asli saw it then, the way her father’s eyes locked onto Ahmet. It was not anger, nor surprise.

’Wait, my father didn’t seem surprised to see him. What is going on?’ she asked herself.

All she saw in her father’s eyes was recognition.

Disdain sharpened his features, carved deep into the lines of his face.

"Marco," Ahmet continued, his voice steady, deliberate. "I won’t run about the bush. I’m after you. I’ll drag every rotten thing you’ve buried into the light. I’ll strip you of your power and watch it rot at your feet."

Imbecile.

The word hung there, ugly and bold.

Asli’s nails bit into her palm. It took discipline not to move, not to reveal herself. How dare he talk to her father like that? Why was Demir calm? Why was everyone watching Ahmet talk to their Godfather like that? Then she saw her father signaling everyone to stay put.

Why?

Marco stepped forward slowly, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth.

"So," he said calmly, eyes never leaving Ahmet. "You’re the ghost that’s been haunting my warehouses."

Ahmet’s lips curved, not in humor, but in challenge. "You destroyed lives and called it business. I have decided your fate."