Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: “Throw her in the cell”

Chapter Ninety-Two

"Tell me, do you hear her tell you the number of kids she beats and you reward her with sweets?" she said as her palm was about to land on him when the man grabbed her.

She saw the angry look in his eyes and she loved it.

But before he could tighten his grip, Asli twisted her body, using the momentum to swing her leg in a sharp sidekick to his ribs. The impact sent him stumbling back, releasing her hand in the process.

She didn’t waste a second. The moment her wrist was free, she spun, delivering a swift back fist to his jaw. The man grunted, shaking his head, but she could tell he wasn’t going down that easily.

None of the men standing did anything to help him. She couldn’t tell whether Ahmet had signaled them again to not interrupt her or it was because the matter was about abuse.

"Looks like you raise your hands just as easily as you raise a bully," she said, watching him recover.

His expression darkened. "You’re making a mistake, girl."

Asli smirked. "Good, because the next time your daughter lays a hand on my sister, I’ll be killing you."

She finished and was about to leave when a strong hand grabbed her from behind.

"Not so fast!" That was Ahmet.

She wasn’t in the mood to listen to him.

"You don’t expect to trespass, harm one of my men, and walk out of here alive, do you?" He asked and his tone wasn’t the familiar one she was used to hearing when they were alone.

"Yeah, and I didn’t expect to trespass and leave without anyone getting harmed." She was a rebel.

"Asli, don’t test my patience." Ahmet finally called her name and the rest of them gasped in shock.

Did they need her autograph too? She could tell, her name would linger in this Villa for a while before it went down. She didn’t care but she hoped with her identity revealed, Vick would know how to deal with his daughter.

"My men know where I am. If I didn’t return in the next thirty minutes, they’d raid this place. I don’t think you need a war right now." She didn’t need to lie, however, she had to give Ahmet a reason to let her go.

She could read in his eyes the conflict and battle he was fighting. If he didn’t punish her, his men would question his decision. However, if they were to know what was on the line, they’d understand him.

Guess sleeping with him came with benefits. A regular trespasser would’ve been killed before landing a slap on any of them.

He let go and took a few steps away from her. "Let them raid this Villa." Ahmet’s response had left her in shock. Even his men gasped.

"Throw her in the cell." He ordered and before she could react, Ahmet had hit her head with his pistol and the whole world went dark.

"Fck!" she murmured before going totally unconscious.

A soft, suffocating warmth surrounded her, the mattress dipping beneath her weight like it was trying to pull her back under. Her skin prickled against cool sheets, and the faint scent of expensive cologne mixed with something metallic lingered in the air.

Her lashes fluttered, the shadows pressing against her eyelids as she forced them open. A throbbing ache pulsed at her skull, sharp and unforgiving.

Then it hit her that he had hit her. The bastard had cracked his gun against her head like she was some disobedient stray.

Her teeth clenched. Humiliation boiled beneath her skin, hotter than the pain. In front of his men... he had done that in front of them.

Her muscles tensed as she shoved herself upright, the rush of movement making her vision blur for a second. Before she could curse him to hell and back, a presence behind her sent a chill crawling down her spine. Familiar. Controlled. Watching.

She snapped her head toward him, fury blazing in her eyes. He was there, lounging in a chair like he had all the time in the world. Then he turned on the light.

His voice was smooth, almost amused. "What do I do with you?"

"Fuck you," she spat.

His smirk was infuriating. "Done that. But not this time when I want to punish you."

Her fingers curled into the sheets. "Try anything, and I won’t forgive you, you bastard." _{fre eweb\(n)ovel(.)co(m)}

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