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.

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