Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Part 2- Groomed for him?

Chapter One Hundred and sixty- Two

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 a few 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 if 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 that’s why 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.

He could not believe he had been played. He was tricked into calling her his woman out loud.

Hours ago, he was jubilating for fooling Marco, he did not know he was going to be fooled too.

Ahmet glared, pride stiffening his spine.

"I should have shot her back."

Now it was Cole’s turn to laugh. "She shot you," he said, amusement flashing in his eyes, "and she left you."

The words drove in deep, twisting his insides like a blade finding bone.

"Easy," Markus added, grinning. "The wound is still fresh."

Ahmet straightened sharply. "Wait," he said, suspicion cutting through the pain. "What is going on here? How did you even know this?" His gaze snapped to Markus. "Markus!"

Markus lifted his hands in surrender. "I don’t know how he found out. He just said he knew she was the one who shot you. Right, Cole?"

"With due respect, I do not report to any of you." He responded.

Did he finally remember he was supposed to respect them? Ahmet looked away, his jaw tightening. "Whatever." he wished he could speak more but decided it was better to leave the matter. He was sure Asli asked him to go and clean up the warehouse.

Why wasn’t Cole asking any questions concerning the two of them? It was obvious he knew about Asli and him.

"Alright. Back to the point of this meeting," Markus said, sobering. "Now that you are convinced we care about Asli, may we proceed? You’ll be shocked! Now, look at this."

He pulled out his phone and turned the screen toward Cole, scrolling to the photos he’d taken of the notice board.

"Marco runs a prostitution warehouse."

"So? Every Mafia has a club." Cole was genuinely surprised that they thought Marco running a club was dangerous.

"That’s the point. They were forced. Some even groomed and the worst part, only Men of influence went in there." Markus nodded as he noticed Cole’s interest.

"All these girls had two pictures," Markus continued. "One from when they were first marked. One from the day they were taken. But Asli..." Markus stopped, swiping slowly.

"She had more than seven. Someone was tracking her. Watching her."

He trailed off, smirking like some detective who just solved a murder case.

Ahmet rolled his eyes, irritation flickering. When was his brother going to be professional for even a second?

Markus’s humor evaporated completely. His shoulders stiffened, breath measured now, as though holding himself back from saying something that might fracture what little restraint remained. His fingers tapped once against his thigh, sharp and restless.

Cole exhaled slowly, the sound tight, controlled. Realization hit him as disgust flickered across his face, quick but vicious, like a blade catching the light. When he spoke again, his voice was low and stripped bare.

"I second it," he said. "Marco didn’t rescue her the way he made her believe." His eyes hardened. "He stole her."

"And I think she might be..." Ahmet began, then stopped. The words seemed to weigh something now, heavy enough to demand care. Markus and Cole watched him, waiting. "Asli came from a Mafia household."

Markus lifted a brow. "Which one?" He asked it knowing Ahmet wouldn’t have an answer.

Ahmet ignored him. "Cole. We need dates. How old is she?"

Cole shook his head. "I don’t know. She never spoke about herself much." After a pause, he added, "But I’ll find out whatever I can."

He hesitated, then went on, slower this time. "There’s something else. I don’t know how it fits yet. Demir, he was never away like we thought. I saw him with Marco after they returned last night. Asli wanted to know what the meeting was about. He was here. Running the warehouses. He never left this country."

The words landed like a final blow, heavy and damning.

Markus’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face. "What? The sick bastards."

Ahmet’s stomach dropped. "Demir knows about the warehouses? I knew it!" His voice went tight. "Even the prostitution one? Christ! I assumed he knew some but not... not... Evil bastard! No wonder I never liked him." The word tasted foul on his tongue.

Cole’s jaw clenched. When he spoke again, his voice was edged with something dark. "That’s the worst part. The prostitution warehouse was his favorite." He paused, swallowing hard. "I heard him telling his uncle he’d kill both of you once he recovered what you took. Told him not to forget that the prostitution warehouse was the one he loved most."

The air in the car curdled, thick with revulsion and the promise of violence yet to come.

"Wait a damn minute. If Demir were in charge, that warehouse would be his favorite. Could it be that Asli was groomed for him?" The words churned Ahmet’s stomach.