Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Part 1- "She is my woman!"

Chapter One Hundred and sixty- One

Ahmet woke to a sensation that crawled under his skin and refused to settle. His body refusing to go back to sleep. Usually, he would have hopped into his training wears to train or just exercised when he woke up this early.

But he wasn’t feeling doing either training or falling back to sleep. The longer in his chest continued and...

It was not even the wound.

The pain in his chest was familiar, and sharp when he inhaled too deeply, dull and throbbing when he stayed still. That pain obeyed rules. It announced itself. It could be measured, endured.

However, this feeling couldn’t.

It sat low in his stomach, coiled and restless, like something was wrong and hadn’t bothered to explain itself yet. His fingers flexed against the sheets, the fabric cool, untouched by blood. His heartbeat was steady, and his breathing controlled.

Still, unease clung to him.

He stared at the ceiling, jaw tightening.

He had never felt this way over another person’s life. Not once. Not even his own. Survival had always been instinct, not sentiment. If she lived or died, what did it matter to him?

And yet...

The thought refused to finish.

’Damn you Asli!’ He wondered as he began to mumble something even he could not understand. If only he had ignored her. No, if only he had not set eyes on her. If only he had not taken interest in her. He should have listened when she kept telling him no.

He dragged in a breath, slow and deliberate, the way he’d trained himself to do in firefights. It still didn’t help. The air sat heavy in his lungs, as though his body had decided panic was more useful than calm.

Footsteps echoed outside his door.

They were soft and unhurried.

It could’ve been any of the men moving through the Villa, but Ahmet’s instincts sharpened instantly, tuning into something familiar. He swung his legs over the bed and stood. Pain lanced through his chest, bright and vicious.

He hissed under his breath, palm bracing against the mattress until the room steadied again. The bandage pulled tight as he straightened, a reminder that his body had limits even if his mind refused to accept them.

He crossed the room and opened the door.

Markus stood there, dressed to leave with a jacket on, and keys in hand. Surprise flickered across his face as he turned.

"You ain’t sleeping?" Markus asked.

"No, I couldn’t sleep," Ahmet said. His wrist lifted automatically toward his face before he realized he wasn’t wearing a watch. "Where are you going at this hour? We don’t have a mission."

"I’m meeting Cole," Markus replied. "I need to convince him to join us."

"I’m coming."

Markus opened his mouth to say something.

But Ahmet had already turned, moving back into the room, his voice disappearing into his room.

"Give me a second," Ahmet said, grabbing one of his clothes with brisk efficiency. He dressed quickly, teeth clenched as each movement tugged at the wound. Pain flared, but he ignored it. This mattered more than his pain.

Cole was strong. He was not just any follower. His loyalty was commendable. He had the potential to be a leader. If he had been in their Villa, by now they would have made him a leader of one of their sects. But unfortunately, he found himself in Marco’s Villa. The imbecile. All he cared about was killing, even his most loyal men.

"I’m done, let’s go," Ahmet announced as he walked out.

"That was quick," Markus said dryly. "I’ll inform you that, only Cole is coming. Also isn’t." a smirk formed on his face.

"One of these days, I’ll be shooting you." Ahmet threatened but even he himself knew that was a joke.

The drive was filled with exciting moments both of them recalling their victories. They barely scratched the surface of everything they’d pulled off in three days before Markus slowed the car.

"He should be waiting for us," Markus announced as he scanned the area before parking the car.

"Well, about that. You see, we Mafias need to get each other’s backs. Whether we are in the same Villa and organization or not. We.." Markus couldn’t even believe his own words.

"Since when did we start that one?" Cole snapped.

"Cole, stop being an a*s and listen. If you want to know why we are concerned about Asli before you help her then what is the use of meeting us?" Ahmet questioned. "Just glue yourself to her and make sure she’s safe."

Markus number back in. "Come on, Ahmet. Do not provoke the man. Clearly, you can see ants are hitting him already. Cole here did not want to come. I told him I needed to show her something. Something to prove he needed to be on our team. This team is not about any Villa or organization. It is about stopping what’s wrong. This team is for doing good."

"We don’t do good. What is the point of stopping what is wrong when we also do so many wrong things? I should’ve known you’d only waste my time. With all due respect, both of you get out. I need to be home before Asli wakes up." Cole told them.

Ahmet raised an eyebrow. He swore he was tolerating him because of Asli. This man was rude and arrogant.

Markus tried again. "Come on. Cole, you really need to know this. Asli could..."

"And I’ll be there to protect her. It’s what my cause is... to protect her with my life if I have to. I’d protect her. You have no reason to protect her. Who are you to protect her?" Cole almost yelled but controlled his tone.

That irritated Ahmet and then he yelled, "She is my woman! Asli is my woman!" shit! Why did he say that aloud? It was only supposed to be a thought. His stomach dropped while he clenched his jaw, fury at himself burning hotter than the pain in his chest.

That irritated Ahmet and then he yelled, "She is my woman! Asli is my woman!" shit! Why did he say that aloud? It was only supposed to be a thought. His stomach dropped while he clenched his jaw, fury at himself burning hotter than the pain in his chest.

Now, there was silence for some seconds. Cole turned slowly, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

Markus burst out laughing. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

Cole joined, "He spoke as his life depended on it."

"You both planned this," Ahmet accused.

Markus shrugged. "Not really. Cole wasn’t convinced you cared about her. He thought you did something terrible to her and how come she shot you? I had to explain to him but still, he never wanted to believe me. He first needed proof that Asli was someone you want to protect and not for show." Markus explained through laughs.

Ahmet’s fingers curled slowly, the urge to reach forward and strangle his brother sharp and immediate. If Markus had not been in the front seat, he might’ve acted on it. Instead, Ahmet forced himself still, posture locked in place, making sure whatever dignity was left of him was intact.