Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Decision to face her

Chapter One Hundred and Forty- Three

Markus didn’t remember getting into the car. One moment he was standing in the hollow quiet of the warehouse, the next the engine was screaming under his foot, tires tearing at the road as he shot out into the night. Streetlights blurred into streaks of white and gold, the city bending around his speed. He drove without thinking about laws or limits. Those had never mattered, not once in his life.

Ahmet’s apartment stayed fixed in his mind with every mile he put behind him: the sealed gates, the layered access, the quiet certainty that nothing in that building opened unless Ahmet allowed it to. Without Ahmet’s car, no one got in.

The thought hit him hard enough to make his grip tighten on the wheel. If Ahmet wasn’t the one behind the wheel, the place became a fortress. There were no guards to talk to. No codes to crack. No favors to call in. Just steel, sealed shut, and a silence that did not care who you were.

Then another thought slipped in, sharp and unwelcome.

Asli.

Ahmet had brought her there. Often enough that Markus had noticed. If her car could open those gates, then it meant only one thing, that Ahmet had trusted her with that much. The idea twisted in his chest. He didn’t know whether to curse it or cling to it.

He needed to think. Slow down and think straight.

He hadn’t seen Ahmet’s car at the warehouse. That alone had kept him breathing. If the car wasn’t there, then maybe Ahmet wasn’t either. Maybe he had left. Maybe he had made it out. Maybe they had a peaceful chat and he was somewhere thinking about their next mission.

Hope was a thin, dangerous thing, but Markus held onto it anyway.

The apartment complex came into view, all glass and concrete and quiet wealth. He eased off the accelerator as the underground entrance came into view, his eyes cutting through the shadows on instinct. The space lay empty.

There were no fresh tire marks etched into the concrete, no sign that a car had passed through recently. Only the old tracks remained, worn thin and fading beneath the sweep of cold air, as if even they were trying to disappear.

The quiet pressed in on him, heavier than it should have been. It wasn’t like the usual kind that meant peace, it was the kind that made his instincts itch.

His jaw clenched. He could feel the panic pressing against his ribs now, hot and insistent. He had faced death too many times to count and never flinched, but this, this was different. This wasn’t his life on the line. It was Ahmet’s. And the thought of a world without him felt wrong in a way Markus couldn’t explain.

Then memory cut through the chaos and surfaced without a warning. Ahmet, late one night, slouched against his desk, tired and half-smiling as he spoke about contingencies: It was an override no one else knew about. Like a backdoor for emergencies. A fingerprint reader hidden where only desperation would ever send someone looking. For the day things fell apart. This was that day.

Markus pulled over, heart hammering, and stepped out into the cold night air. He moved along the outer wall, eyes scanning, and fingers brushing over smooth surfaces until they found it. It was barely visible, tucked into the seam of metal near the service entrance.

His hand shook as he pressed his thumb down.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then the lock disengaged with a soft, mechanical sigh.

He was inside before the door had fully opened.

The apartment met him with a silence that pressed in from every side, too clean, too still, echoing the emptiness he had just left behind at the warehouse. Markus moved through it quickly, cutting from space to space, eyes sweeping corners and doorways, searching for any sign that life had passed through recently. The living area offered nothing. The bedroom was untouched. The study stood exactly as he knew Ahmet would leave it, orderly and vacant, mocking him with its calmness.

There was no blood. No signs of struggle. No Ahmet.

The last thread of hope snapped.

He stood there for a moment, the chest rising too fast, the weight of the night finally settling into his bones. Calling in men wasn’t an option. Neither was sending feelers into the city. Moves like that never stayed quiet. They spread. They reached the wrong ears. And when that happened, whole empires shifted. The years of balance could collapse overnight.

He turned sharply, pacing once, twice, running a hand through his hair as his thoughts chased each other into dead ends. If Ahmet wasn’t here, then he wasn’t anywhere Markus could reach without tearing something apart.

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