Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Firing the gun

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six

Asli stood near one of the far concrete walls, her coat drawn tight around her, her body still as stone. The smell of rust, oil, and dust pressed against her lungs, heavy, metallic, unrelenting.

She hadn’t bothered to switch on the lights when she slipped inside. The dark suited her. It covered the shaking in her fingers, and the racing in her pulse. Damn, she felt stupid. Not once had she killed someone for personal gain.

She had her gun pressed flat to her thigh, loaded, cold, and waiting. Not raised... not yet.

The more she waited, the more her patience ran out. She emptied the magazine without a sound.

The rounds vanished into her palm like confessions she would never make. She pushed the one after the other into her pocket without looking.

Then she loaded one back in.

Just one.

Click.

Not because she was unsure.

But because she was certain.

One bullet was all it would take.

Today, it would end.

The quiet was broken by the low growl of an engine outside. Her chest was constricted. His car. She knew it like she knew her own heartbeat.

She closed her eyes, steadying herself, telling herself she wasn’t waiting... not like some lovesick girl perched in the shadows.

She was choosing to be here. Choosing to end it. Choosing to stand her ground before he could walk into her Villa and remind her how badly she had lost control.

The sound of the engine cut. A door creaked open. Slammed shut. Then, silence again.

Her ears strained for his footsteps. His steps were slow, and deliberate. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t cautious either. Of course, he wasn’t. He always walked like he owned the ground beneath him, like the air bent to part around him. Her jaw tightened, her teeth pressing so hard together she tasted iron.

Minutes dragged. The cavern swallowed his steps. He was searching. She made no move to guide him. Let him find her. Let him stumble in the dark, like she had been stumbling inside her own chest since her discovery shattered her balance.

Then, finally, the faint scrape of a boot sole close. Closer.

Too close.

She flicked the light switch.

The room groaned awake under the dim, overhead glow.

There he was. Ahmet. Just a few feet away. His eyes squinted against the sudden brightness, then focused on her. That same sharp, unreadable stare. His mouth curved slightly. It was not a smile... not quite. His lips parted.

"Hi," he whispered.

It was nothing, just two letters dragged out in breath, but it ripped through her.

Her throat burned. "That is all you have to say?"

He took a step forward. She raised her gun, fast, and steady now. The words sliced from her before she could stop them.

"Don’t."

He froze. For the first time, she saw his body falter, even if it was only for half a heartbeat.

"Don’t what?" he murmured, his voice low, almost coaxing.

"Don’t walk closer. Don’t talk to me like..." she swallowed hard, the words turning acid in her mouth, "...like you have any right."

The gun wavered for a split second, not from fear, but from the storm tearing through her chest. She forced it steady again.

He lifted his hands slightly, palms open, as though that would make a difference. As though she hadn’t seen those same hands stained with blood a hundred times.

’Those same palms caressed you,’ a voice whispered to her and she wished it weren’t true.

"Asli," he said, softer this time.

Her name. On his lips. God, it cut her in half.

"Don’t!" she hissed, but her voice cracked. "Don’t say my name like that."

He tilted his head, studying her, the way he always did, as if she were both a puzzle and the solution. "You called me here."

"Because you threatened to come to me," she snapped. "Because you sent your dog to remind me that I don’t get to breathe unless you give permission."

Did she seriously still think they got together because he blackmailed her?

He raised his eyebrow. "Dog?" His jaw tightened, something dark flickering in his gaze. "Don’t call my brother that." He took more steps towards her. Then halted.

"Don’t." Her finger pressed harder against the trigger. Her voice dropped, breaking into a whisper. "Don’t stand there and act like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing."

The silence that followed was unbearable. Her pulse roared in her ears.

She laughed then... it was a broken, bitter sound. "God, I was a fool. Do you know what the worst part is, Ahmet?" Her voice trembled, but her eyes didn’t. They locked on him, unflinching. "It’s not even that you’re using me. It’s that I knew you were dangerous, I knew you’d carve me open and take whatever you wanted and I still..."

Her throat closed around the word.

She bit it back.

The air between them was poison and fire all at once.

And then...

She moved. Her fingers moved.

Not with a warning. Not with breath. Not with thought.

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