Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Ignited in him

They left the car well before the road curved toward the property.

Ahmet killed the engine beneath a line of dying trees, the hood ticking softly as it cooled. Neither of them spoke as they stepped out, the night swallowing the sound of the doors. Markus adjusted the weight of his weapon against his shoulder and followed as Ahmet led them through the brush, moving with the quiet certainty of a man who had done this too many times to count.

The warehouse sat deeper in, its lights glowing faintly against the dark sky. From this distance, the fencing was only a suggestion. The place looked sealed, fortified as Markus mentioned, the kind of compound meant to keep secrets in and intruders out.

They hadn’t gone twenty steps when they caught the smell.

Markus slowed, breath hitching despite himself.

It was old blood mixed with rot, sharp and unmistakable, riding the cool night air. Not fresh enough to scream urgency, but not old enough to be forgotten either. Ahmet stopped too, his posture changing subtly as he turned his head, and his eyes narrowing.

They followed the scent.

Just beyond the tree line, the ground dipped slightly, forming a shallow ditch that ran alongside the outer perimeter. Something pale lay tangled in the weeds.

Markus crouched first.

It took a second for his eyes to adjust, for his mind to accept what it was seeing. The body had been left there carelessly, half-dragged, half-dumped. The chest was torn open, not cleanly, ragged edges where animals had fed. Birds scattered at their approach, wings beating hard as they lifted off, one dragging something stringy with it before disappearing into the dark.

Markus swallowed.

This wasn’t disposal," he said quietly. "This is how they treat people when they’re done with them."

Ahmet didn’t answer. He was already scanning the area, jaw tight, and his eyes cold. A few feet away lay another body. This one was worse. The limbs twisted at wrong angles, parts missing entirely. Whoever had left them hadn’t cared who found them.

Or wanted them found.

They crept closer to the fence, keeping low. From here, the compound came into full view.

The walls were high, reinforced with steel plating and barbed wire, floodlights mounted at intervals. Cameras tracked slow arcs along the perimeter. Everything about the place screamed control.

And yet...

Inside the yard, movement flickered.

Markus pressed himself against the concrete base of the fence and peered through the mesh. His stomach turned.

Several people were gathered near the main structure, their hands bound, clothes torn. Some were kneeling. Others stood unsteadily, heads bowed, bodies trembling with exhaustion and fear. Armed men moved among them with casual cruelty, laughing, shoving, circling like bored predators.

One of the captives cried out when a rifle butt struck her ribs. Another tried to step forward and was yanked back by the hair. A gunshot cracked; not aimed to kill, but close enough to send them all flinching, collapsing into themselves.

Markus and Ahmet felt heat flood their chests.

"They’re keeping them alive," Markus muttered to himself. "Why? This is disgusting."

Ahmet’s expression didn’t change, but something sharpened behind his eyes. "For now."

One of the men lit a cigarette, leaning against a crate as if this were entertainment. Another dragged a captive a few steps away from the group, speaking into her ear while the others watched and laughed. She flinched against his touch.

One of the men who walked out of the nearby door flicked a lighter and brought a cigarette to life, the glow briefly cutting through the dusk. He didn’t stand for long. He dropped onto a wooden chair like he had all the time in the world, legs stretching out in front of him.

"Bring her," he said casually, not even looking.

Another man grabbed one of the captives and dragged her forward. She stumbled, barely staying upright before the first man nudged her knee with his boot. She sank down instinctively, hands shaking as she knelt in the dirt. This wasn’t the first time.

He rested his feet on her back as if she were furniture. Took a slow drag and then exhaled.

Then he leaned forward and pressed the burning tip into her skin.

Her scream ripped through the yard.

He pulled the cigarette away, watched the smoke curl from her flesh, and smiled to himself. When the ember died, he lit it again, unbothered, almost bored, and burned her once more.

Laughter broke out behind him. Easy. Familiar. Like this was nothing new.

From where Ahmet stood, something inside him went dead quiet. It was not shock nor disbelief.

It was recognition.

And Markus felt it too, the instant, blistering certainty that every man in that yard had already signed his death warrant. He saw his men and they all coiled in disgust.

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