Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: “Excuse me to change then.”

Chapter Eleven

Ahmet sat on the sofa, humming a tune that had been stuck in his head since morning. He checked his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time, his eyes narrowing as he counted the minutes passing. She was late. But he knew she was coming. She had to.

His attention moved to the pen drive on the coffee table. He hummed the tune again with a sly smirk on his face. He had chosen the perfect tune for her. He was convinced the tune would complement her figure:

He had carefully chosen this music, visualizing it wrapping around her curves like a seductive caress. He believed that the way the notes swayed and undulated would match her beautiful physique.

Beautiful. He thought she was beautiful. Since when?

He imagined her on stage, her body moving in time, each stride a seductive invitation. But he didn't want her to dance for the audience; he wanted her to dance for him alone, her gaze fixed on him, her moves a seductive surrender. The thought sent shivers down his spine, and his smirk widened.

But what truly interested him was the incongruity of it all. She, the feared mafia boss, was the last person anyone would expect to see swaying passionately to a sultry melody.

He saw how she danced as Lisa, and those dance moves were nowhere near what he was expecting tonight and he knew she would never dance for him, not like that but he wanted to push his luck, to see how far she would go to protect the lives of those she cared about.

He imagined the rigidity in her gaze dissolving, her strong jawline relaxing, as she submitted to the music.

'Relaxing my ass! She'd rather throw a knife than please him.' he thought, almost excitedly. It was her ruthlessness that got him intrigued in the first place, wasn't it?

His excitement faded as the minutes passed, leaving him disappointed. She was not coming. He could swear she was going to. Wasn't she afraid of her father? He pulled away from the table, scraping his sofa against the floor. He rose, his motions deliberate, and started walking toward the door.

The door burst open, almost throwing him off balance. He braced himself, his gaze fixed on the woman standing in the doorway. She stood upright, her shoulders determined, and her eyes gleamed with intense drive. The gift bag in her hand appeared to quiver as tension emanated from her body.

His gaze swept over her, drinking in the sight of her. Her hair was unkempt, her cheeks heated, and her lips pursed into a tiny line. She looked like she'd been carried through a hurricane, but she still exuded authority.

Her voice was filled with hatred. "I do not take instructions, Ahmet. I give them."

Ahmet's eyes flashed with accusations. "Well, I am not the one who is planning to overthrow his father."

Her face twisted in outrage. "I am not planning anything! I don't know where you got that from but you..."

Ahmet cut her off with a dismissive wave. "None of my business. Wear it."

He went back to his chair and settled in, as he relaxed in it, and pointed at what she held in her hands. Her gaze followed his every movement, and her expression darkened.

"I will be damned if I wear anything like this," she spat, her voice trembling with rage.

"We shall see about that," Ahmet sneered, his eyes glinting with malice as he immediately pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "Guess who I'm calling..."

Asli's gaze snapped to his hand, her instincts on high alert.

"Who are you calling?" she demanded, her voice low and deadly.

Ahmet's smile grew wider. "Guess whose number it is."

"There are a lot more than you think," he attempted to warn even though it sounded like he was teasing. _{fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m}

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