Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: "Your father is a monster."

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty- Six

The moment he stepped through the doorway, his body reacted

before his mind did.

His hand went straight for the gun hidden beneath his

jacket.

Asli had already anticipated it.

Her fingers slid toward her own weapon at the same time,

smooth, and practiced. In less than a second, the room froze, as the two guns

raised, muzzles steady, and their eyes locked.

The air thickened.

Since when had it turned into this again?

The room seemed to shrink, walls pressing closer, and breath

turning shallow.

So this was what they were now.

A flicker of something ugly crossed her chest. Was it anger,

regret, or maybe both? But she crushed it down. If anyone was to blame, it was

him. Snakes didn’t get forgiven for biting.

Her finger hovered near the trigger.

"What are you doing here?" The words cut through the

silence, tight and dangerous.

His jaw clenched. The muzzle of his gun didn’t waver.

"I could ask you the same thing."

A step closer. Just one. Enough to warn her.

"Asli," he said, her name coming out low, and lethal, "if

you pull that trigger, I swear I’ll kill you and send what’s left of you back

to your father."

The threat hung between them, heavy and very real.

"You reached for yours first." Her voice barely moved the

air, but her aim stayed steady.

"As I should." His lip curled, eyes flicking briefly to the

weapon in her hand before returning to her face. "I’m not the one who shoots

people every time her emotions spike."

The disgust landed harder than a slap.

"I’ll lower mine," she said slowly, testing him, "if you do

the same."

For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then his gun dipped, just

enough. She knew it wasn’t out of trust. Probably he was calculating.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again, and this time the

word sounded like something rotten in his mouth.

Her jaw tightened. Old memories stirred as she was reminded of his voice in her father’s ear, about to tell him whatever he knew about her

or what was going on between them.

"You almost sold me out," she said. "I paid you to stay

quiet."

His brows drew together. "Paid?"

She didn’t hesitate. "You blackmailed me. And I gave you

what you wanted. Every time."

A short laugh left him. It was sharp, and humorless. It

scraped the room raw.

"Asli."

Her name slid from his mouth like it remembered her.

Heat coiled low in her belly, unwanted, yet familiar. Her

thighs pressed together on instinct, nails biting into her palm as she forced

herself not to shift, not to react. She hated that her body still spoke a

language he understood.

"I don’t have time for this." He turned his back on her.

For a split second, her breath caught. Why would he turn his

back when he knew she was still holding her gun at him? Did he really trust her

not to pull the trigger?

He swore under his breath. She watched his shoulders tense, and

watched the moment he decided she wasn’t worth the bullet. Her gun slid back

into its place.

He pulled out his phone, dialing. When his gaze found her

again, it held nothing but contempt.

"Don’t flatter yourself," she said quickly. "I didn’t come

here to see you. If I knew you’d be here, I wouldn’t have stepped inside."

He ignored her.

And somehow, that hurt more.

"Markus," he snapped into the phone. "Tell your guards to

open the door."

Only then did she realize that he hadn’t left because he

couldn’t. The door behind him was sealed shut.

"No." His voice rose, sharp enough to cut. "Open the fcking

doors. Now."

Asli stared at the

floor, at the tension coiled in him, at the way command came so naturally from

his mouth. It stirred something dangerous in her chest, something she shoved

down with practiced force. She hadn’t come here to remember how he used to sound

when he wanted control.

Ahmet listened, his jaw tightening.

"How is that my problem?" he barked. "If you do not want blood soaking into this room you like to worship, you’d better open that door before I

lose what little patience I have left."

Her fingers twitched near her gun again.

Enemies, she reminded herself. You and he are enemies.

"Hello, hello... Markus. Markus!" He dragged the phone from

his ear, thumb stabbing the screen again. Nothing. A curse slipped through his

teeth, low and vicious, before he hurled the phone across the room.

It struck the pillar with a sharp crack. The same pillar she

had touched and remembered him.

Her breath hitched.

Suddenly his shadow was already over her.

"You want to know what we took from your father?" He crossed

the distance in two strides, fingers fisting in her sleeve, yanking her up.

"Call him. Ask him."

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