Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: "What was she fighting me for?"

Chapter One Hundred and sixty

Markus threw his head back and laughed, the sound loud and unrestrained, It filled the car, bouncing off the windows.

He slapped the steering wheel, breathless. "Did you see him?" he said, eyes bright, feral with triumph. "The moment it hit him, when he realized you weren’t bluffing?"

Ahmet leaned back in his seat, his chest tight, pain pulsing beneath his ribs, but satisfaction curled slowly and deep in his gut. He could still see it as clearly as if Marco were sitting between them now; the way his face had drained of color, the way his mouth had opened, then closed again, like he was searching for words that could save him.

"The fear," Ahmet said quietly. "It crept in behind his eyes. He tried to hide it, but it was already too late."

Markus laughed again, shaking his head. "That twitch in his jaw. God, that was my favorite part. He knew. Two warehouses gone. Some of his men are dead. A whole two systems wiped. He was counting losses faster than he could lie his way out of them."

Ahmet’s fingers curled slowly, remembering. Marco’s voice had changed, but not enough to beg, not yet however, it had thinned, frayed at the edges. The anguish had been there, naked and humiliating, when he realized how much he had lost in less than two nights.

"He almost got on his knees and begged us to give it back," Ahmet murmured. "You felt it too, didn’t you? One more push and he would’ve said it out loud. Please. Just return my things."

Markus grinned viciously. "A man like him? I want to reduce him to pleading for scraps of his own empire."

They had fooled Marco.

And that satisfied the most burning ache in Ahmet’s chest, the one that had nothing to do with the bullet that had lodged deep in his flesh. It was the ache of outmaneuvering a man who believed himself untouchable, of stripping power from someone who had worn it like armor for too long.

For once, Marco had been the one scrambling though he tried to hide it.

The image replayed itself uninvited: the fleeting panic in his eyes, the way his lips had parted as if he might speak, might bargain, or might beg. The anguish had been unmistakable, raw and humiliating, and Ahmet had savored it more than he should have. It refused to leave his mind.

It wasn’t mercy that stopped Marco from pleading.

It was his pride and he was going to break that. And watching that pride fracture, watching him realize that the empire he’d built could be dismantled piece by piece, had been intoxicating.

Ahmet closed his eyes briefly, letting the satisfaction settle, heavy and dark and earned.

They had fooled Marco. ’Could you believe that? And for now, that was enough.’

"I will derive a lot of pleasure in ruining him," Ahmet mentioned one more time.

Markus’s laughter faded into a grim nod. "I am with you."

They drove on, then Markus spoke again, quieter this time. "Did you read my message?"

Ahmet frowned. "What message?"

Markus said, easing the car into a turn at the junction. "I sent a message earlier. Before we left his Villa."

Ahmet reached for his phone, the movement tugging sharply at his wound. He unlocked the screen, scrolled, then shook his head. "Nothing." He exhaled. "Must’ve been when we installed the device. You know it blocks the network, kills signals completely. Once you connect it, your phone becomes useless. Calls, messages, everything. This latest model is sick."

"Well," Markus said, eyes on the road, "it was about Asli."

The effect was instant. Ahmet’s faint smile vanished as if it had never existed. His jaw tightened. His gaze hardened.

"She thought she’d get away with it," Ahmet said coldly. "I’ll hand her over to her father. Or better yet, I’ll send him proof, real or cooked, that she’s plotting against him. Let him do what he does best. He’ll crush her, and I’ll listen to the news with satisfaction."

Markus inhaled. "About that, Ahmet. Your beloved woman..."

"Don’t fcking call her that!" His voice cracked like a whip, pain flaring sharp and sudden in his chest, but Markus didn’t rise to it.

"Asli knows nothing about her father’s businesses..."

Ahmet turned sharply, fury blazing. "What do you mean by that?"

"So, after we decided I directed them to the warehouse, I told him immediately and he called Demir as quickly as he could. I got interested so I asked him when he was going to call Asli too. He told me she didn’t know and that he had sent her on another mission to avoid her suspecting anything."

"Wait, what?" Ahmet demanded. Silence crashed into the car. Ahmet stared at him, his anger thrashing violently inside his chest, nowhere to go.

"If she doesn’t know about her father’s business, then it means she was a victim. What changed? Why did he decide to adopt her?"

Markus’s voice softened, restraint pulling at every word. "Exactly my point. While you slept, I decided to go through the stuff we brought. Asli is not even registered in the Mafia log books."

There was a long pause.

Markus continued quietly. "Meaning, she belongs to no family. He probably only wants to use her and kill her. That’s my suggestion. You know once her master declares it, anyone can kill her. She’d have no one to back her up."

Ahmet stilled as something tightened in Markus’s chest as he spoke, a subtle hitch he didn’t bother hiding. Was it pity? Was it real, or uncomfortable pity?

Ahmet asked distantly. "Do you think she knows? Is that why she has her own men, unregistered men?"

His mind ordered his body into stillness, clamping down hard before anything could betray him.

How was it possible that minutes ago he’d been certain, absolutely certain, that he would kill her the moment she stood in front of him?

"Well, I can’t tell but what I can say is, she doesn’t know everything about her father and might think that man is the best thing that has ever happened to her. I do not know why he didn’t register her but I know for sure that it is to kill her later. You know her reputation. Almost everyone is terrified of her. I’m sure Marco does too. He fears that one day she’ll become more powerful and try to eliminate him." Markus said.

"Did any of the documents show who her biological parents are?" Ahmet asked, knowing too well that he’d be going through all the documents herself.

"No. But I’m guessing, if she’s not in the log book, then it means her origin is not from the Mafia community, or that’s not her real name. Either way, your woman is not safe. Maybe if we tell Cole this, he’d come on board. That man has so much potential, it will kill me to see him die along with her."

"She is not my woman!"

"I said a lot of things, Ahmet. You could only comment on that?" Markus’ smile never stopped teasing him. Then he continued. "I’m sure she’d be wanting to meet up with you. As it stands now, I can’t go to their Villa anymore. Damn, I’ll miss them." Markus didn’t realize that he had said the last part.

"I told you not to grow attached to them."

"Spare me that when you have fallen for their queen." This time around, Markus meant it. He was stripped of any tease.

Ahmet couldn’t help but shut up. Did he still have feelings for her? Did he think he’d ever get to continue seeing her? Even when he explained things to her?