Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: "... never see me again"

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty- Nine

The door slammed shut behind Asli.

The sound still echoed when Markus turned slowly, one hand settling on his hip, lips twitching like he was fighting a losing battle.

He looked at Ahmet.

Really looked at him.

Then he burst out laughing.

"What happened?" Markus wheezed, wiping at his eyes as tears spilled anyway. "Come on. Tell me. What did you say that made Asli threaten to..."

He broke off, laughter completely unrestrained now, bending forward as if his ribs hurt. "...cut your..." He couldn’t finish. The image alone sent him spiraling again.

"Shut up," Ahmet snapped.

Markus straightened, still grinning. "Should I call her back?" he asked innocently, then, with impeccable timing, Ahmet’s hand drifted toward his zipper. "You two clearly weren’t done."

Markus collapsed all over again.

Ahmet’s glare could have stripped paint. "I don’t have time for you," he said flatly, grabbing his jacket. "I’m going home."

"Oh?" Markus snorted. "You sure? What if she’s outside waiting with a knife?"

Ahmet paused.

The image slipped in uninvited: Asli’s eyes, sharp and bright, the way her hand had gone for her gun without hesitation.

He exhaled and turned, stalking back to the sofa and dropping into it like his bones had suddenly remembered gravity.

Markus bit his lip this time, shoulders shaking. "Okay, okay," He said, trying and failing to be serious.

"Let’s discuss the next warehouse." Ahmet didn’t look at him while he tried to change the topic.

"We don’t have the materials here," Markus told him.

"Tell me," Ahmet said, turning back to Markus, irritation leaking through his controlled tone, "why did you choose this place in the first place? You hardly ever come here."

Markus didn’t miss a beat. He leaned against the counter, arms loose, lips already curling.

"What, this?" he gestured around lazily. "I should’ve picked a crowded restaurant, right? Or a hotel." He sighed theatrically. "Would you have preferred being seen? Damn. I really thought tonight would end with a passionate reconciliation for you. But no. You just had to say something that made her threaten to cut your manhood."

Ahmet’s jaw clenched. "You imbecile. You said we needed to discuss something important. I should’ve known better the moment you picked this place." He dragged a hand down his face. "You will never be serious with anything."

Markus straightened. "And how exactly is that my fault, when I’m the one trying to mend things between you two?"

Ahmet shook his head, already reaching for his jacket. "I can’t do this right now." He paused at the door. "I’m going to get some air. You..." his eyes flicked back at Markus, "... need to be serious."

The door shut behind him.

Ahmet didn’t drive toward the Villa.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he drove.

The Villa would feel too much for him this evening. He needed to think. His apartment was closer and quieter.

As he turned onto his street, something dark sat wrong at the edge of his vision.

He first saw a shape. An unmoving shape.

Ahmet’s car entered the building and Asli followed with hers.

Inside, silence wrapped around them.

Asli dropped onto the sofa, flipping through magazines without really seeing them. Ahmet disappeared down the hallway. When he returned, he stopped behind her.

"Your car’s back in the system."

She didn’t look up.

But before anything more could be said between them, her phone began ringing and for his sanity, Ahmet decided to vanish.

But before he could leave, she was calling him and telling him to talk about the information she needed.

Ahmet knew she wouldn’t believe him. He needed to prepare the evidence and show her. Unlike Cole believing them easily, Asli wouldn’t because her father was like a god to her.

"You want my Villa," she accused suddenly, venom slipping into her voice. "I am not giving it to you."

He let out a soft laugh. "I wouldn’t want that cursed land. You can have it."

Her head snapped up. "Did you just say I can have it? Who do you think you are to even say that to me?"

"Oh." He tilted his head. "Right. Your father’s retiring. He’ll be handing things over to his beloved nephew. If you marry him, you two..."

"I dare you," she warned. "Finish that sentence."

He did.

"You can rule the Villa together."