Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: "You know you can’t kill me"

Chapter Two Hundred and Six

Markus didn’t speak immediately. The words sat heavy on his tongue, like saying them would make them real. His eyes flicked to Ahmet, searching, almost cautious before he finally forced them out.

"Don’t listen to him." His voice came out tighter than he intended. "My father would never do that."

Ahmet didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at him.

He just stood there, gaze lowered slightly, his jaw set, not in anger, not yet... but in something quieter. Something deeper. He was thinking.

Markus took a step closer. "Ahmet..."

"Why did he leave then?" The question didn’t come from Ahmet. Demir’s voice slid in, smooth, and deliberate. "Your father," he continued, shifting slightly in his restraints, "was spared. Ahmet’s father couldn’t bring himself to kill his own brother... so he banished him instead."

"Shut up!" Markus moved again, faster this time.

His fist drove into Demir’s face with a dull crack. The impact snapped Demir’s head sideways, but his body barely followed. No recoil. No resistance.

Markus hit him again.

And again.

Each punch sharper than the last, driven by something rawer than anger. Demir’s head jerked with every strike... but he didn’t fight it.

Didn’t block. It wasn’t that he could even try it.

When Markus finally paused, breathing hard, Demir slowly lifted his head back into place. Blood clung to his lip, but his expression, It hadn’t changed.

"You can ask your father," he said, voice rough but steady while he turned to Ahmet.

Then back to the other. His eyes locked onto Markus. "When was the last time you heard from yours?"

The words landed hard.

Markus’ hand tightened at his side. For a second, just a second, something flickered across his face. Something that didn’t belong in a man like him.

Then it was gone. It got replaced by anger. But it was too late. Demir had seen it. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

Across the room, Ahmet still hadn’t moved.

The voices around him had started to blur. Markus’ breathing, the faint rattle of chains, even Demir’s voice... all of it fading into something distant.

Pieces were shifting. Clicking.

His mother’s face flashed in his mind. It was pale and shaken. No wonder her hands were trembling in a way he had never seen before.

"Asli’s pregnant." The memory hit harder now. It was not joy. His mother should have been happy to have a grandchild. But instead, she showed fear.

Real fear. Ahmet’s jaw tightened.

Asli’s voice followed next. It was calm, distant, almost detached the day she spoke about her past.

Her biological father and Marco were best friends.

His chest rose slowly. Then fell.

If that was true... If any of this were true, then it would explain why his father killed her family. The thought hit, sudden and sharp.

Ahmet’s head lifted slightly, like he was trying to pull himself out of something too deep. He had a sister he had never known or met.

His hand flexed at his side. His breath hitched, barely noticeable, but enough.

Why hadn’t his father said anything? Why didn’t anyone tell him he had a sister? Was it before he was born?

Why were they hiding it? Did they bury that news because his father had avenged her death.? More importantly, why deny even knowing Asli?

Ahmet’s eyes darkened. Nothing was lining up. Nothing made sense. And yet... Everything did.

The room tilted slightly.

Or maybe it was just him.

His thoughts came faster now, colliding, overlapping, and refusing to settle into anything solid.

His father’s silence. His mother’s fear. Asli. The baby. Demir’s words. Markus shouting somewhere behind him...

Ahmet dragged a hand over his face, exhaling slowly, but it did nothing to steady him.

His head throbbed.

Spinning.

He had heard too many truths.

Or lies.

He couldn’t tell which was worse. Demir leaned back as much as the restraints allowed, like the room belonged to him and not the other way around. Blood still clung to his lip, but it didn’t dull the confidence in his eyes.

"I need to know exactly what you told my uncle," he said, voice steady, almost conversational. "So I can prepare for his rage."

His gaze slid lazily between them.

"You and I both know you can’t kill me." A faint tilt of his head. "And you can’t keep me here forever either. This?" He gave a small, careless shrug against the restraints. "I’m willing to let it slide."

Something in Ahmet stilled.

Demir’s lips curved, just slightly.

"But you’ll still need to be punished... for touching what’s mine. Asli is mine."

The air shifted.

Ahmet moved before the sentence even finished.

The first punch landed hard enough to snap Demir’s head back against the metal. The second came quicker and sharper, driving into his ribs. A third followed, then another, each one heavier than the last, as something long held back had finally found a way out.

This time, Demir reacted.

A sharp hiss slipped through his teeth.

His body jerked against the restraints, muscles tightening as the blows kept coming, each impact dragging a strained breath out of him.

Ahmet grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward despite the chains.

"Don’t." His voice came low. Dangerous. Shaking with something barely contained. "Don’t you ever..." his grip tightened, knuckles whitening, "...talk about her like that."

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