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."

He turned away, his shoulders stiff, and reached the door in

three long strides. His palm flattened against the metal. He twisted the

handle. Once. Twice. Harder the second time. The lock didn’t open.

His jaw flexed.

A breath tore out of him, rough and uneven. His hand

tightened at his side, fingers curling so hard the tendons stood out beneath

his skin. He didn’t move for a moment, just stood there, rigid, as if forcing

himself not to turn around.

The silence stretched.

Then he let out a slow breath, measured, and controlled.

Too controlled.

Her phone began to ring. She snatched it up, pressing it to her ear.

"Demir," she said, her voice steady despite the storm in her chest.

Ahmet’s head turned slowly toward her, the restless pacing coming to a halt.

His full attention locked onto her in an instant; no distraction, no impatience...

just a sharp, focused stillness that made her pulse stutter.

He did not move. He did not blink.

But she saw it in the tilt of his head, the narrowing of his eyes, the

almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw.

A shiver ran down her spine. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

’Why is he looking at me like that?’ she thought to herself.

’And why is Demir calling at this particular moment?’

She pressed the phone a little closer to her ear, her

fingers tightening around it. The tremor betrayed her and it was not out of fear,

nor weakness but the weight of his gaze still pinning her in place.

Ahmet was looking at her the way he used to before

everything shattered. Like he remembered her body before she could stop her own

from remembering him.

Her throat went dry. Her spine straightened instinctively,

as if bracing for a touch that never came. The air between them felt charged,

dangerous, not because he might hurt her, but because he already had.

Her fingers shook slightly as her thoughts read more meaning into his look.

"You are not home yet. We need to discuss something." Demir’s voice came

through, pulling her back. "I brought your favorite drink."

A smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it.

"Sure. I’ll be home soon," she said, then cleared her throat. "Just... don’t

touch the outlines in my room."

She lowered the phone.

Ahmet’s gaze lingered on her mouth a second too long before drifting away.

His jaw still flexed, twice, as if he’d bitten down on something he didn’t

intend to taste. He turned his back to her and crossed the room, stopping near

the window but he didn’t look outside.

The silence stretched, taut and uncomfortable.

Asli watched him, a strange awareness settling in her chest. She couldn’t tell whether the tension rolling off him was anger, irritation... or something else entirely.

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