Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 102: "You don’t fail under my watch"

Chapter Hundred and Two

Demir glanced at the side mirror. "They’re already on it."

Engines roared behind them as the van whipped around, followed by two more cars pulling out of the woods.

Asli exhaled sharply, forcing herself to sit straighter. "Lose them."

Demir chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "What do you think I’m doing?"

Asli was used to giving commands. Though Demir has a rank as well, if not higher than hers, she was used to ordering everyone... Including her adoptive father’s nephews.

Demir didn’t seem to have a problem. She scanned him for the last time before taking her gaze back to the road.

The first hit came hard and fast.

A sickening crunch echoed through the car as the van rammed into their rear, jerking them forward. Asli braced herself against the dashboard, teeth gritting as pain flared through her side.

"Motherfuc—!" Demir snarled, gripping the wheel tight to keep them from spinning out.

The second attack was already coming. Another vehicle veered in from the side, trying to cut them off.

"Hold on!"

He yanked the wheel to the right, tires screeching as they barely missed the second impact. The pursuing car skidded, nearly clipping the van in the process.

"These bastards are persistent," Asli muttered, reaching for her gun.

Demir’s eyes flicked toward her. "Don’t even think about shooting while I’m driving."

"Then drive faster."

He smirked, slamming his foot on the gas.

But no matter how fast.they drove, the cars caught up with them. Their cars were better and Asli wondered why Demir didn’t pick a better car than this one.

The moment one of the cars pulled up beside them, Asli’s sharp gaze locked onto the man in the passenger seat.

His hand was moving... too fast, too practiced. And there was this satisfying smile on his face. She knew what he was doing. He was reaching for his gun.

She had no time to hesitate.

She ripped her own weapon free and fired. The crack of the shot cut through the chaos, and the driver’s head snapped back, and a mist of red splattered across the windshield.

It happened so fast, even Demir hadn’t seen when she picked up her gun. Now his car was leading away from them.

For a breathless second, nothing happened. Then...

The car lurched. With no hands on the wheel, it veered sharply to the right, slamming into the van beside it. Metal screamed as both vehicles collided, one tire exploding on impact. The van swerved wildly, fishtailing across the road before flipping onto its side. Sparks flying as it scraped against the asphalt.

The other car spun out of control, hopping the curb and crashing into a tree with a brutal crunch.

Demir let out a low whistle. "Remind me not to piss you off."

"I told you I always win a fight," Asli muttered, already checking how many bullets she had left.

She had none.

She had no bullets left? Was the bullet she killed the driver with, the last one?

Her jaw tightened. A slow, cold realization settled over her.

If she had hesitated, if she had aimed just a second later and pulled the trigger only to hear that dreaded click, the other man would have shot her first.

She exhaled through her nose, forcing her heart rate to steady. There was no room for mistakes, and no space for slip-ups. She should have checked. She always checked. She should have been in guard when their car had hit their the first time.

Demir’s voice cut through her thoughts. "You good?"

"Drive," she muttered.

He glanced at her, then back at the road. "That’s not an answer."

She flexed her grip on the gun, her fingers curling tight before she shoved it back into her holster. "I had one shot left." A pause. "I used it."

Demir didn’t say anything for a moment.

"You need a reload?" His voice was lighter, almost teasing, but she caught the undertone beneath it.

"I need more than that," she admitted, tilting her head back against the seat. "I need this to be over."

For once, he didn’t have his gun. He just pressed harder on the gas.

The endless stretch of the bushy road slowly gave way to scattered streetlights. Neon signs flickered in the distance, casting dull glows against the wet pavement.

They were in the city.

Asli exhaled, but it came out shaky. She didn’t realize how weak her body had become until now. Her fingers uncurled from the edge of her seat, and numb from the grip.

Demir’s hands flexed over the wheel, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror one last time. Nothing but normal traffic behind them. No more gunfire. No more roaring engines in pursuit.

They had made it.

A low beep broke the silence.

Demir’s gaze flickered down. The fuel gauge blinked a glaring red.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

Asli’s head turned slightly, but the movement sent a sharp, pulling ache through her side. The pain she had forced into the background was creeping back, seeping into her muscles, dragging at her limbs. She knew she had lost a lot of blood.

She blinked hard, trying to focus. The streetlights blurred.

Demir noticed. His fingers tightened on the wheel.

"You still with me?" His voice was casual, but the glance he shot her wasn’t.

Asli forced a smirk, though it barely stayed in place. "Of course. Just wondering how long I have to get home and start torturing him."

His jaw ticked, but he didn’t push.

"I’m taking you to the hospital first."

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The soft glow of her phone screen was the first thing she saw when her eyes opened. Hours had slipped through her fingers, stretching longer than she had intended.

Asli exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening around the sheets before she sat up. The pain was immediate... sharp, deep, and a reminder that her body was far from unscathed. She saw the bandage that her wounds were covered in. Any other person would’ve rested more.

But she moved through it, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and pressed her feet to the cold floor.

If she hadn’t lost so much blood, she would have walked in last night like nothing had happened. Like she wasn’t holding herself together with sheer force of will. But she hadn’t, and now she had wasted time sleeping.

That was enough of that.

She forced her limbs to cooperate, standing with a practiced ease that betrayed the fire burning beneath her skin.

Pain was secondary. Always had been. She reminded herself.

Before she got downstairs, she noticed one of her father’s men stood waiting. His presence alone told her what was coming.

She didn’t pause when she reached him, only gave a single nod and he didn’t waste words. "Your father wants to see you."

Of course he did.

She turned on her heel and walked away, her pace steady, but measured.

When she stepped into the room, she barely had time to process the anger etched into her father’s face before something came flying at her.

The gun struck the side of her head with a sharp crack before clattering to the floor.

She didn’t flinch.

"Incompetent," his voice sliced through the room, colder than the steel at her feet. "How the hell were you the only one shot? Not once but twice."

She stood there, unwavering, as blood drummed in her ears.

She had spent a lifetime learning how to endure pain.

This was nothing new.

And she has spent her lifetime proving how good she was. This was the first time her father had ever gotten angry at her after a mission since she finished high school.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Asli didn’t move. Didn’t blink. She let the sting on her temple settle, as the warm trickle of blood continued to slide past her ear.

Her father’s gaze burned into her, filled with the same disappointment she had seen a hundred years ago.

"Pathetic," he spat, stepping closer. "I sent you on a mission, and you return as a sleeping target. A liability."

Asli’s jaw tightened. She said nothing.

"You think I built this empire by being weak?" His voice rose, sharp as a blade. "I have no use for weakness, Asli. If you were anyone else, you’d be dead already."

She knew that. He had killed men for far less.

Still, she stood her ground, her hands at her sides, fingers curled into her palms.

"You disobeyed orders," he continued, circling her now. "You returned hurt. You were the only one who returned hurt and unconscious. Imagine if Demir hadn’t been there? Look at you!"

Two bullets wounds in her body and throbbing skull...

Yet she got the job done.

But she knew better than to say that.

"You don’t get to fail, Asli," he said, stopping in front of her again. His voice was softer now, but it was the kind of softness that preceded a storm. "Not in this family. Not when I trained you . Not when I took you from the garbage. Not when I made you who you are."

She lifted her chin slightly, her expression betraying nothing.

"Next time," he said, "make sure you finish the job without making a fool of yourself."

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