Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: May the best Mafia win

Chapter Thirty-three

"Is he... is he..." Robby immediately shut his mouth when she glared at him as if daring him to finish his sentence. Ahmet could swear the man's words had snapped him out of his thoughts as he knew exactly what Robby wanted to ask. 'Is he your man?' Like hell was he going to allow any man to touch her? The words annoyed him so much that he no longer felt like ripping her clothes apart.

A bottle of water was then brought and shared among them all. She first eyed the water with suspicion. However, if this meeting was frequently held, no one would do anything, right? Who would be stupid enough to do that?

She continued to eye the bottle in front of her, her throat parched and dry. It had been hours since she'd last had a drink, and the dehydration was starting to take its toll. Her mouth felt like sandpaper, and her head throbbed with a dull ache.

But she hesitated, her gaze flicking to the faces around the table. She didn't trust them, not one bit. They'd been smiling and laughing, but she'd caught the glint of something harder in their eyes. Something calculating. They weren't friends. How could they be?

The water seemed to mock her, its clear liquid sparkling in the light. She knew she needed to drink, but her instincts kept screaming at her to not do that. What if it was drugged? What if it was poisoned? Those thoughts wouldn't stop gnawing at her.

Her throat constricted, protesting the delay. She could feel her body crying out for hydration, her skin tight and dry perhaps. She finally reached for the bottle, her eyes locked on the water as if it might disappear at any moment.

She took the first sip – it was cool, clear, and life-giving. She felt her body drink in the moisture, her throat replenishing with a grateful sigh. It tasted like... water. It tasted as it should be.

Asli drank everything then while she kept her eyes on the others, her guard still up. As if telling them she would harm anyone who tried to harm her first.

"He stole some things from me and is refusing to give me what I want from the things he stole." The man finally told her, his voice coming off as a plea. His father wouldn't be happy if he let the man live.

"Killing him wouldn't get you what you want," she said, her tone even as she leaned back in her chair. Her hands clasped together in her lap.

"Oh, it will," the man replied, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. "His successor promised me he'd return them." He glanced around the table, his eyes darting from one face to another as if asking them to help him.

"How about I kill the successor promising you that?" she suggested with a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes and a small smile played on her lips. The man's face went pale, and he sat back in his chair, his eyes wide with alarm.

The light turned green, and Asli accelerated, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. The Mercedes Benz kept pace with her, its occupants hidden in the shadows. _{f(r)eew(e)bnovel.(c)o(m)}

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