Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: “Who deleted the Tape?”

Chapter Eight

Ahmet's eyes blazed with mischief as the call ended. She was right where he wanted her. He could tell how frustrated she was feeling and he would pay a fortune to watch her plan an escape. "She will pay tenfold for this," he teased, his voice low and calm. "I swear on everything I hold dear. She'll regret the day she ever crossed me."

As he grabbed his shirt and car keys to leave, he saw Markus descending the stairs, while loading his gun with a curious gaze. "Where are you off to, man? And why is that smirk on your face?"

Ahmet's response was defensive, "I could ask you the same thing."

Markus chuckled, "What, I don't have a smile on my face. You don't get to be secretive, buddy. Tell me, come on, you know I don't like that."

A brief smile flashed on Ahmet's face. "I'm in a good mood."

Markus scanned him with a curious look while his tone was laced with teasing, "Does that involve Asli? Did you forget about the gun wound she..."

Another man in the dining area stifled laughter, while Markus's grin widened, enjoying Ahmet's sudden shift of mood and discomfort.

"I dare you to laugh!" Ahmet thundered, his eyes flashing with rage. The young man cowered, attempting to disappear into thin air.

Markus intervened, his tone laced with amusement. "Leave the poor guy alone, Ahmet. You've been seething since we got back. It was only now I saw you smiling again."

Ahmet stopped what he was doing briefly before proceeding. "This has been the song you've been singing since she shot me. Spare me that already." He paused, his hand touching the bandage with a hint of desperation. "I will make her pay. I am working on it."

Markus raised an eyebrow, his gaze questioning Ahmet's sudden shift of mood again. "There is that smile from a while ago. What is it?" he asked, his tone filled with curiosity.

Ahmet's expression turned mischievous, his eyes darting away from Markus's probing gaze. He remained silent, but his jaw unclenching.

Markus's eyebrow shot up higher, his eyes narrowing as he realized Ahmet wasn't going to provide an answer. "Come on!" he declared, his voice betraying his impatience.

Ahmet's response was immediate and vehement. "No!"

Markus countered, "Yes."

Ahmet's voice rose. "No!"

"Yes, and stop this back and forth," Markus said, his tone firm. "I'm not leaving you alone till you tell me."

Ahmet shot him a glance, his eyes narrowing as he struggled to maintain a straight face. "Are you begging to get shot?"

Markus chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'll shoot you back, so no biggie. Life is already serious, Ahmet. With our line of work, we're here today and gone tomorrow. I might as well enjoy my stay."

Ahmet's expression darkened. "I'm shooting you if you leave this world without my permission."

Markus's laughter grew louder, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Did I hear someone say shoot? Oh, you mean like the one that wounded your shoulder?"

Ahmet's fury erupted, and he flung open the front door, storming out into the night. "I am not telling you what plan I have or why I am laughing!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the darkness.

Markus's laughter followed him out to the garage, his laugh only fueling Ahmet's seriousness.

"Ah, come on, Ahmet! I'm sorry. This is the only time I get to tease you, so let me enjoy it," Markus said, his grin mischievous. "Okay, okay, I won't do it again... for now. I mean it. For now, I'll be serious. So tell me!"

"Fine!" He went silent for a while.

"Go on," Markus urged, his voice low and attentive.

"I want answers and only Asli can give me that. Why will she secretly have unregistered men? What is she planning? I know you've been as curious as I am" Ahmet leaned on the car as he spoke.

The thought sent a chill down Ahmet's spine. If Asli's father discovered her betrayal, he'd kill her without hesitation. Family ties meant everything yet nothing in the Mafia world when power struggles often led to bloodshed. This was something common to them.

Yet, Ahmet couldn't shake off the feeling that Asli's potential death bothered him. Why? He pushed the thought aside, but it lingered, refusing to leave his mind.

Markus broke the silence, his voice laced with calculation. "We can use this to our advantage, Ahmet. We can feed her father hints, let him eliminate her, and then gain his trust."

Ahmet's frown deepened, his instincts rebelling against the suggestion. Was it the idea of eliminating Asli or having a hand in her fate that unsettled him? "No," he said curtly.

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