Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Raw. Broken. Dangerous.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

A flicker of hesitation passed through him, barely perceptible. But she felt it.

The hallway remained dead dark, but the air between them was sparking.

Ahmet released her wrist, but only to cage her in by the shoulders. She was cornered against the wall, but her glare remained unshaken.

"For every man of mine you killed tonight," he said, quiet but fierce, "you’re going to pay."

A pause.

"And no, Asli. It won’t be some twisted game of seduction. There is nothing romantic about this anymore. You crossed a line." There was no doubt in his voice, no hesitation in his tone.

His fingers dug into the stone near her shoulders.

"I could kill you right here." She knew he could yet she knew he couldn’t. He would’ve done that long ago. However, they were mafias and they enjoyed watching their prey suffer for a long time before ending their lives.

Her lips parted slightly. Whether in surprise or fury, even she was not sure.

His words were not an attempt to scare her.

They were real.

The old Ahmet; the one who teased, the one whose eyes softened around her in rare moments was gone. This was something else. Raw. Broken. Dangerous.

But Asli did not shrink back.

Instead, she lifted her chin, voice steel. "Then what are you waiting for?"

A scream suddenly cracked through the air, muffled and distant, like a voice swallowed underwater. Then again, it came again but closer this time. View the correct content at f.reewebn.ovel.co\m

"Ahmet."

The world spun. The corridor folded in on itself. Shadows clawed their way up the walls, writhing with every flicker of dying light. His heart pounded, heavy in his throat, drowning out the thunder of footsteps behind him.

He turned, slowly. Asli was standing there, her eyes aflame, and her weapon raised.

Was she not just standing here, caught in his arms? He looked at his hands and found them empty. When did she get there?

She looked unrecognizable. Beautiful. Terrifying. Unforgiving.

"Ahmet..."

The voice again; fainter now, but echoing from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

Something tugged at him, like invisible hands pulling his soul away from the moment.

"Ahmet!"

The world shattered.

He woke up choking on air, drenched in sweat. The silk sheets clung to him, twisted around his limbs like restraints. His pulse thundered in his ears, heart sprinting against his ribs.

"Shit," he muttered, dragging both hands down his face.

"Dude," Markus’s voice cut in from the couch near the window, thick with sleep and irritation. "What the hell was that?"

Ahmet did not answer. His breath was still ragged. His mind was still in the corridor with her. Still staring down the barrel of her gun.

"Don’t tell me the nightmares are back," Markus said, sitting up. He rubbed his eyes, yawning. "You told me those things stopped the moment you fell in love."

Ahmet snapped his head around, bloodshot eyes sharp. "She is haunting my sleep, Markus."

Markus teased. "Asli?"

"No. Bloody Snowwhite."

Markus chuckled. "Wow. Must have been a hell of a dream if it’s got you sarcastic and sweaty."

Ahmet did not return the humor. He threw the sheets aside and swung his legs off the bed, already searching for his phone. freeweb\(n)ovel(.)co(m)

"What did she do this time?" Markus asked. "Did she drop by your doorstep with a baby?"

Ahmet’s fingers trembled over the screen. "She stormed the Villa in my sleep."

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