Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: What game is he playing?

Chapter Hundred and Twelve

The words hung in the air, heavier than a gun to the back of the head.

"... together," Ahmet had said, just like that. Just like it was simple like it was sane.

She stared at him, her body stiff, and her brain scrambling for a response that did not sound like complete disbelief.

"You want us to do what?" she finally managed to ask, her voice low and sharp.

"Go together." He shrugged as if he had not just suggested suicide. "or..."

She let out a short, humorless laugh, stepping back like distance could somehow make the idea less insane.

"You must have hit your head hard on something to have to suggest this."

His mouth twitched like he wanted to smile, but even he could not summon the usual arrogance to soften the moment.

He knew.

They both knew.

"Do you have any idea what they would do if they saw us together?" she hissed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "Our own people would shoot first and never ask questions."

Ahmet leaned back against the table, folding his arms loosely, as if trying to play it cool. But the tension in his body was impossible to miss.

He was worried too.

Maybe less than she was but he was worried too.

"Yeah," he said, his voice rough. "I know."

"

Ahmet opened his mouth and for a second, no words came.

He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration simmering under his skin. She could tell he wanted to say something but whatever reason it was, it wouldn’t change anything.

However, the truth tangled in his chest like a messed up feeling he wasn’t ready to name.

"Because..." He finally opened his mouth and stopped, the words hanging in his chest like they could burn anyone who heard them.

The truth was, simple. He knew that.

Because he could go on this mission alone and succeed. He knew that.

Because he didn’t need her there to survive. He also knew that too.

And yet... the thought of her moving through the dark beside him, covering his back and he covering hers too... it sparked something inside him.

Something warm. Something reckless.

They weren’t normal people.

They did not get sunsets and stolen weekends at the beach. Or take walks together in the streets.

They got gunpowder and blood and missions they weren’t meant to return from.

And somehow, doing that together felt like the closest thing to having something real.

Maybe that was why he had said it.

Maybe he was yearning for it as much as he was yearning to be skin on skin with her.

Maybe that was why the words had slipped out before he could stop them.

Or maybe... a darker voice whispered in his head... maybe it was because of Demir.

Because she had been going on missions with Demir, trusting him with her life, letting him see sides of her Ahmet wanted to keep for himself.

The thought scraped against the inside of his ribs, raw and ugly.

She had done that with Markus not once. But he wasn’t jealous of Markus being on a mission with her. Demir... He was adding to his sleepless nights.

He clenched his jaw, forcing down the mess inside him.

But he couldn’t tell her exactly that.

He couldn’t even tell himself that.

Instead, he muttered, "...because it’s easier to have you with me since you have tried breaking into the room before."

That was a safe answer.

A lie she might believe better than the truth.

She stopped and turned sharply, her eyes burning at him. _{f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com}

"Or it’s easier to drag me down with you when you get caught?"

The words cut deeper than she meant them to.

Ahmet flinched. Just a flicker, but it was enough for her to see her words had hurt him.

Her chest tightened painfully seeing that look in his eyes. Damn him for making her feel things.

"You think I would let them touch you if they caught us?" he said, quiet and furious, like the very idea tasted like poison on his tongue. "You do not know me at all."

Silence yawned wide between them. It was raw and suffocating, affecting them both.

She dragged a shaky breath in and ran a hand through her hair.

She hated that part of her believing him.

Hated it even more that part of her wanted to believe him.

He was her enemy after all. He was his father’s son.

Finally, he pushed off the table, the serious edge sliding off his shoulders like a discarded coat.

He cracked a crooked smile, the kind that usually came before trouble.

"Relax, kitten," he said, a teasing glint slipping into his eyes. "I’m kidding."

Asli blinked at him, too stunned to respond for a heartbeat.

"Kidding?" she echoed, her voice thin with disbelief.

He gave a casual shrug, his mouth pulling into a full grin now.

"Come on. Do you think I would really risk being seen with you? You’re not the only one with a terrifying family. They’d skin me alive and that’s before ’the killing me’ part."

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