Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Stone Cold

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five

The fork scraped lightly against the ceramic plate.

She had not touched most of the food. A bite or two of rice. A few spoonfuls of sauce. But everything else sat untouched, growing cold with the room’s silence.

Across the long dining table, Matilda and her nanny glanced at her and then at each other.

She didn’t speak. Her knife hovered in her hand, forgotten, while her mind circled like a predator around Markus’ words.

’He said either you come to him, or he comes to you. Or you meet at the usual spot.’

Her grip tightened on the object in her hand.

The usual spot. Of all the places.

His apartment had been their secret place, hiding whatever sick and twisted bond they had shared; above blood and games and betrayal. The only place that wasn’t tainted by their families’ differences. The first place he had touched her skin. The first time she had ever allowed herself to soften.

’You’re an idiot,’ she whispered to herself.

What was she thinking? That any of it had been real?

Ahmet, of all people.

Had he ever cared? Or was he just playing a long game: slipping through her guard, gaining her trust, peeling away her armor layer by layer until she handed him her soul, then her secrets?

Her virginity. She could never get that back.

She blinked. Her jaw clenched.

Was that all it was to him?

He made her feel like she wasn’t just another Mafia boss. He made her feel like she was... chosen. That someone had finally seen her, the woman beneath the weapons, the war-torn girl beneath the commander’s mask.

He had made her feel things she never thought she could feel. He had made her feel she was something more than a killing machine. And she had let herself believe it.

Stupid.

She was stupid.

Even more than she could ever believe she was. She had planned a raid and she ended up telling him just because she heard his voice.

She pushed the plate away abruptly and stood up, the heavy chair scraping back behind her.

Matilda raised her brow. "You’re not finishing your food?"

The nanny looked concerned. "Are you feeling sick again?"

Asli turned sharply. Her eyes narrowed.

"Since when did I start reporting to you two?" she snapped.

Both blinked in surprise.

Matilda gave a light, awkward laugh. "Okay then... She’s in one of her Mafia moods again."

The nanny shook her head and muttered something under her breath.

But Asli was already walking away, ignoring them both. Her boots echoed on the marble floor as she made her way to her room, stripped off her dress in one swift motion, and threw on black jeans and a simple dark shirt.

She tied her hair back tightly. Tactical. Just in case she needed to fight... which she knew she would.

Her fingers reached for the phone on her nightstand.

She hesitated... only for a breath.

Then she hit his name.

It rang once. Then clicked.

His voice came through the line, quiet but expectant.

"Asli."

She didn’t wait.

"Meet me at my warehouse. In thirty minutes."

A beat passed.

She wasn’t going to his end. He would have to come to her if he needed to see her.

Then his voice, equally sharp and calm: "Okay."

No questions were asked. There weren’t any negotiations either.

She hung up without saying goodbye and threw the phone onto the passenger seat as she slid into her matte black car.

The engine roared to life.

The front gate opened with a slow grind and she immediately left.

Asli didn’t glance back at the house. Not at Matilda. Not at the nanny. Not even at the guards who scrambled to salute her on her way out.

She didn’t need to look back.

She had already left everything behind.

The night outside was cold. The moon was only a sliver. Traffic was sparse but persistent. Brake lights flared in red across her windshield.

That was when the storm in her chest started to churn.

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