Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 83

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Chapter 83: “Only I decide when this ends...”

Chapter Eighty-three

"Who the hell is Demir?"

Markus leaned back, saying nothing at first, letting the question settle, letting Ahmet sit with it. I’m his chair, Ahmet’s fingers impatiently drummed against the polished wood.

The tapping stopped when he noticed Markus was only trying to pull the little patience left in him. Markus watched the shift as he lost his control, before finally speaking. "He’s her childhood crush" Ahmet furrowed his brow.

Demir.

Something in Ahmet stilled.

The title lodged itself in his mind, repeating like an offbeat rhythm, irritating just beneath the surface. He didn’t know the guy. Had never heard of him. And yet, suddenly, Demir mattered.

Too much. ’Asli’s childhood crush’

His jaw clenched. His fingers curled into a fist against the arm of the chair. He did not like the way the name sat in his head. The name sounded heavy, intrusive, and unwelcome. Like a problem that demanded to be handled.

’Who is he that suddenly, the bastard is relevant to me in a way that doesn’t even sit right?’ He asked himself.

Markus said it too casually like he wasn’t twisting the knife deeper. Like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.

Ahmet’s fingers twitched and his jaw locked more painfully. He wanted to swing—just once, just hard enough to wipe that smug look off Markus’s face. But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Because the fire in his chest was already burning too hot, too fast and he wasn’t to blame.

It clawed up his throat and coiled tight in his ribs. The thought of them.

Demir and Asli, walking side by side. Being in the same bed. The image sank its teeth into him and tore through his composure like a slow, brutal cut.

Oh, It was gasoline on a flame, a blaze that refused to die no matter how hard he tried to smother it.

Not that he wanted to smother it either.

Ahmet was not the kind of man to lose control. He had built himself on discipline, But the thought of her with someone else. Of her with Demir, or whatever the hell his name was, made his blood run colder than it already was.

His fingers flexed against the armrest before he forced them to still. He leaned back, exhaling slowly, trying to steady himself, though the fire in his chest mocked the effort.

Ahmet’s voice was quiet, almost too calm. "Are you sure about that?"

There was no bitterness, no sharp edge, just a calm, controlled silence that made the question feel heavier. The kind of silence that sent a warning. The kind that appeared always before a hit or punch.

Ahmet knew Markus was testing him... just as Markus knew that he knew.

He was playing a game with him and he wondered if his cousin was only saying that to erupt an emotion from him. Was he playing a game with him? Or was there any ’Demir’?

Markus nodded. "Yeah."

Ahmet did not reply right away. Instead, he watched Markus with a sharp and relentless gaze... looking for even the smallest crack, a flash of uncertainty, or a twitch of dishonesty.

However, there was none. Markus was not playing a game with him. He was speaking the truth. And the reality landed in Ahmet’s chest like a cold, unrelenting weight. There was truly someone.