Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: "I don’t care."

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty

Ahmet didn’t slow.

He shouldn’t have been here at all. His body knew it. Every movement pulled at the damage still knitting itself together beneath his skin and muscle. It was a dull, grinding ache that flared whenever he twisted too fast or drew a breath too deep. It wasn’t fresh pain. It was worse than that, the kind that reminded you how close you had already come to not waking up.

It only made him angrier.

The silencer whispered again.

A man dropped before the thought of danger reached his eyes. Another turned halfway, confusion flickering across his face, and then he folded. Ahmet moved with a precision born of long habit, not haste. He didn’t spray bullets. He placed them. Every shot ended something that deserved to end.

A sharp pull tore through his chest as he shifted his weight. His jaw tightened, breath hitching for the barest second.

Good.

Let it hurt.

The ache wasn’t just physical. It carried memory with it; the floor, the darkness, the certainty that he had been left to die. That knowledge sat heavy and sour beneath his ribs, feeding the violence now moving through him. He was never going to forget.

One of the men staggered backward, hand flying toward the alarm panel mounted along the wall. Ahmet saw it instantly. He adjusted his stance, ignoring the protest in his body, and fired. The man collapsed sideways, fingers scraping uselessly against concrete.

Why did they think they could press the alarm?

That turned his stomach.

Of course, they hadn’t prepared. Why would they? Any noise tonight would be dismissed as cruelty, laughter, the sounds of men who believed they were untouchable. If anyone inside heard anything at all, they would assume it was just more suffering being wrung out of helpless bodies.

Ahmet’s expression hardened.

He lifted two fingers, sharp and precise. His men moved immediately. The van rolled forward from the shadows, engine low, lights dark. Survivors were guided away carefully, wrapped, supported, and removed from this place before their fear could settle into something permanent.

The gate opened just enough to allow passage, metal sliding quietly against metal. Still no response from inside.

They didn’t know yet.

Or worse, they didn’t care. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Ahmet finished the remaining men outside with deliberate calm. By the time he stopped, the ground was littered with bodies and silence. He stood there, breath heavy, the old injury pulsing insistently beneath his clothes, reminding him that he was not invincible, only stubborn enough to refuse death twice.

He didn’t touch the wound.

Instead, he watched the captives being taken away, disbelief flickering through their terror. Let them remember this moment. Let them know monsters could be hunted too.

Then he turned back toward the sealed gate, eyes cold, mind already shifting forward.

The quiet wouldn’t last, he was sure of that.

Ahmet knew that much.

Men like these never stayed buried in their own filth for long. Sooner or later someone would miss the laughter outside, the noise, the cruelty that usually spilled past the walls. Someone would step out to see why the night had gone quiet.

Ahmet didn’t intend to be gone when that happened.

He wiped his palm once against his thigh, steadying the tremor that threatened to creep back into his chest. The ache beneath his ribs pulsed, sharp and insistent, but he ignored it. Pain was familiar. Pain was manageable.

He turned toward Markus and the men already gathering behind him, their weapons up, their expressions stripped of anything human. No orders were spoken. They didn’t need them. They had followed him long enough to read the way his shoulders squared, the way his gaze lifted toward the main doors.

This wasn’t a cleanup.

This was an entry.

They moved together through the open yard, boots sinking into dirt darkened by old stains, bodies falling into formation without a word. The space felt wrong now that it had gone quiet, too wide, and too exposed, as though the compound itself was holding its breath.

Ahmet scanned the buildings ahead, and stood just before them, gun steady, and his eyes fixed ahead.

Whatever waited inside had already made its choice.

And they were coming to collect.

The door shifted.

Just a fraction at first, metal scraping softly as it gave way from the inside. A thin slice of light spilled out across the ground, cutting through the dark like a blade. A man stepped into it, rolling his shoulders, cigarette already between his fingers. He laughed at something said behind him and turned his head back toward the noise inside.

Another shape followed him, slower, still half inside, adjusting his belt as if the night were nothing more than a break between amusements.

That was all the opening they needed.

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