Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 81

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Chapter 81: His ego wouldn’t let him

Chapter Eighty- One

He lurched backward, his legs giving out, and he slid down the side of the car, leaving a red smear behind him. His mouth opened, but no words came out— only a harsh, and painful gasp.

Ahmet never gave second chances but whenever he did, he didn’t take its betrayal lightly. He exhaled, sliding his pistol back into its holster. The job was done. No need to linger. He texted his location to his men to clean up immediately.

As he walked back to his car, he hoped whoever Alec was double working for, got the message when he found his body.

Business in broad daylight— it was also to send a message. He didn’t fear anyone. He didn’t care who was involved. No one betrayed him and when they did, their body was left for the crows to feast on.

He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his thigh, his fingers tapping lazily against the fabric of his trousers.

Alec was handled. Another mess was cleaned up.

Another body was left chilling against the rusting side of a car. He had to do it. He wanted to keep his mind busy.

He should have felt relieved... that quiet satisfaction that came from a job well done.

Instead, something else was gnawing at him, something he couldn’t ignore no matter how fast he drove.

By the time he arrived at his house, dusk had crept in, and the streetlights were flickering one by one. The engine rumbled softly before cutting off with a final, weighted silence.

He remained there for some time, his hands still on the steering wheel, and his reflection in the glass. Then he carefully reached for his phone.

One final check.

The screen flashed up, sending a chilly glow to his face, thinking it was who he wanted to hear from. But there was nothing. No missed calls. No messages. There was no name waiting for him. There were a few but not from the one he was hoping to see.

His jaw stiffened.

Why did she not call? He exhaled through his mouth and tossed the phone to the passenger seat. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the headrest, determined to ignore the bad feeling that was crawling up his spine.

He was prepared to face anything— bullets, blood, and betrayal. But silence? Silence from her? That was something else altogether. Maybe she was finished with him.

How was this possible? They had only gotten started. Should he call her again? This was not like him. He hated this new feeling. He hated all the emotions it was bringing.

’Should I call Markus and ask about her? He knows about us anyway.’ he thought to himself. ’No.’ he answered himself quickly.

He ran his right hand down his face, inhaling softly, before grabbing his phone and pushing the door wide. The nighttime air had chilled. Or was it his thoughts?

He stepped out of the car, shrugging his shoulders and closing the door behind him. He should go inside, get himself a drink, and let the night pass.

Instead, he remained there for a time, holding his phone and looking at the screen. Still nothing. He tightened his grip on the device, irritation flaring beneath his calm demeanor.

It was not like she was very significant to him. Was she expecting for him to apologize when she wasn’t completely innocent?

Ahmet barely had time to have any more thoughts before another sound of someone clearing his throat, cut through his thoughts. He did not turn to see who it was as he could identify the owner of the voice.

The man hesitated before stepping forward, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His voice came out unsteady, and barely above a whisper.

"B-Boss... p-please, we... we have a problem."

His eyes flickered downward, as if afraid to meet Ahmet’s gaze, his hands twitching at his sides. He shifted on his feet, exhaling shakily like he was bracing himself for some good scolding before Ahmet even responded.

He turned slowly, arching a brow. This better be damn good for someone to interrupt him like this.

"The... the police stopped our car this morning. They found the unregistered— uh— the unregistered number plates we were taking to the border. They..."