Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Where Loyalty is

Chapter One Hundred and Forty

Cole 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Matilda’s call came too early in the night for it to mean nothing.

Cole was halfway through cleaning his gun when his phone vibrated against the metal table. He frowned before even looking at the screen. Matilda never called during dinner unless something was wrong. Something crawled under his ribs and refused to settle.

The kind that smelled like blood before you even saw it.

That was all it took.

Cole slipped out a minute later, careful not to draw attention. Asli was decisive, but she wasn’t careless. If she noticed him, she would stop him. So he moved like a shadow, parked a distance away, and followed when her car rolled out of the gates.

She didn’t look back.

That worried him more than if she had.

He trailed her quietly through the city, through traffic that thickened and thinned until she turned into an industrial stretch where the buildings grew uglier and the lights thinned into sickly yellow smears across cracked roads.

His chest tightened the moment she swerved into the familiar lot.

Her warehouse. It had been a long time since he remembered coming here. She had found solace somewhere else and rarely came here... without her father’s noticing.

Cole’s hand stilled on the wheel.

A knot formed behind his ribs, sharp and sudden and unwelcome.

He parked farther down, and out of sight, the engine clicking softly as it cooled. He stayed there, staring at the building, telling himself she would come out in a few minutes.

Normally he should not have been this tense but Matilda had spoken quickly, like she was afraid the words might disappear if she waited too long to say them. Matilda swore she saw something thin and sharp flicker there.

Fear.

And that was what twisted in Cole’s chest.

Fear did not live in Asli’s eyes.

Cole was certain Asli was meeting someone tonight. Someone she dreaded or perhaps someone holding something against her.

Only Ahmet seemed to have something on her. She had let him off the hook far too many times.

Just then, another car eased in moments. It was slower. As familiar to Cole as any scar on his own hands, he knew it was who he thought it was.

Ahmet.

Cole leaned back against the seat, the recognition settling heavily in his chest.

So that was it.

A part of him wasn’t surprised. He’d seen the way Asli’s eyes softened only for him. The way Ahmet moved through her world like he was allowed to breathe there when others were merely tolerated.

They had never said it aloud. They hadn’t needed to. Besides they were never seen alone but he always cleared her GPS without her knowing. He was attentive, he knew when they were meeting. If Asli knew he knew about them, she would’ve had a reason to kill him.

Was Ahmet using their relationship against her? How did he even get her in the first place? He had never been this curious.

Cole pushed the car door open and walked into the night.

If not that Matilda had mentioned seeing fear in her eyes, he would’ve thought this was one of those meetings that burned hot but brief... just instinct. The kind that grew in your chest when you loved someone long enough to learn their silences.

He had never wanted to see what they did in the dark.

Never pictured it.

Asli did not belong in his head that way. She was not something a man touched. Not to him. She existed somewhere higher, untouchable, furious, and sacred. He had never imagined peeling her clothes away; he had imagined only standing beside her when the world came apart.

Which somehow hurt worse knowing Ahmet was doing exactly what he never imagined anyone would do to her.

Cole’s jaw clenched. He went still, his eyes narrowing.

He approached the warehouse carefully after Ahmet disappeared inside.

Inside, the warehouse felt colder than it had any right to be. Sound died strangely in there, swallowed by space and rust. His boots whispered across concrete as he followed instinct more than sight, slipping between shadows until he could see them.

Ahmet stood a few feet from her.

That closeness burned.

Still, if fate had been cruel enough to give her to anyone, he would take Ahmet over Demir any night. He couldn’t explain why. Only that Demir touching her felt like defilement in a way Ahmet never would.

Cole’s fingers curled slowly at his side as he watched them face each other with the weight of things unsaid heavy between their bodies. He didn’t know what he had expected. Perhaps tenderness, maybe, something soft that would confirm the thing he’d never dared to name but what he saw instead was tension drawn tight as wire.

Then Asli lifted the gun. He could hear them speaking but couldn’t hear exactly what was said.

Cole figured it was a lovers’ quarrel. Asli never aimed a gun at anyone and talked with them before shooting.

"What the hell am I even doing here?" he told himself and retreated from where he stood and went back to his car.

Just as he was about to drive away, he heard the gunshot. Panic seeped in. Was it Asli who fired the gun or got shot instead?

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