Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: A signal to Cole

Chapter Hundred and Thirteen

Asli finally pulled into the Villa’s private lot, cutting the engine with a heavy sigh.

The silence of the night pressed around her, thick and almost suffocating. She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel for a second, closing her eyes.

The information burned at the edges of her mind.

Markus had every right to seek revenge on Ahmet.

If it had been her... if someone she trusted stood by while her family was killed, she wouldn’t hesitate either. She would have made them bleed.

Slowly. Painfully.

In fact, that had been her whole life’s mission... until recently.

Until this same bastard with wicked eyes and a crooked smile tangled himself into her sheets and into the parts of her heart she did not even know were still alive.

Now, she was hesitating. Pausing. And delaying the inevitable.

Because of him.

And knowing that made her furious... at him, at herself, at the impossible knot they had tied without realizing it.

She leaned back against the seat, staring up at the car ceiling as if it held answers.

Now she understood why her father had agreed to help Markus. It was not a coincidence that he chose to seek help from her father. It was not a mistake either. Markus had a reason to seek alliance and her father, ever the tactician, probably saw Markus’ thirst for vengeance as a tool.

But... how did Markus even know to come to them?

Had he known her story too?

Had he known they shared a taste for revenge against the same family?

His family?

The thought made her shiver.

There were too many questions now.

Too many hands playing too many games.

And underneath it all, she couldn’t help but ask herself if Ahmet and his father were even humans.

His father had butchered her family without blinking.

And Ahmet, he had watched another child die. Markus’ sister. His own cousin.

Or maybe... maybe he had not just been witnessing. Maybe it had been his father’s orders. Maybe Ahmet had done it himself.

What did she think? That Ahmet was a saint just because she allowed him to get close to her?

Did she think she was a saint just because she didn’t kill children and people outside her world?

Well, yes. In this case, she was better than Ahmet and his family. They had killed her family and if she wasn’t mistaken, Ahmet could have been there too when they did the killing.

After all, she had started killing before she turned ten. Maybe her father was his first kill. Probably her mother was...

She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the old anger that threatened to tear her apart.

The same anger she had spent years sharpening into a blade.

Even if she was delaying killing him, she knew Markus and her adoptive father were planning to.

Even if she should warn him, It wouldn’t be the smart thing to do.

It would at least be... fair.

But she snorted under her breath, the sound bitter and cold.

Right. What would she even say?

’Hey, Ahmet. I just remembered how I planned to kill your family and you because of what your father did to mine. Well, I just had this crazy thought about you being there and even killing my father. Crazy, right? Yeah, and also there has been a small change of plans. Someone else might beat me to it. Thought you should know. So you would survive that someone. I want to be the one to kill you.’

That would go down great.

First of all, he found out that the someone she mentioned was Markus, he wouldn’t believe her.

Why would he?

She was still the enemy, no matter how many nights they tangled their bodies together, no matter how his hands memorized her skin like it was holy.

That was all it was.

A dangerous, stupid, fragile arrangement.

Nothing more.

Though he had entered the room grinning like a fool, and claiming he was just happy to see her. She knew he was lying. In fact, she had believed him until Markus’ story cleared her head.

The smart move was to let Markus do what he needed to do.

Let him carve the path first.

It would make her revenge easier in the end.

And yet...

And yet.

She thought about the way Ahmet had held her earlier.

The way his voice softened when he thought she was hurt.

The stupid jokes. The heated stares. The rare smiles that cracked through the ice he wore like armor.

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