Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 103: "Researched by who?"

Chapter One Hundred and Three

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

Then, just as suddenly as his fury had lashed out, he stepped back and dismissed her.

Asli turned without a word and walked out of the room with the same steady pace she had walked in with.

The moment she was alone, her hand found her temple, her fingers coming away stained with blood.

Weakness. That’s all he ever saw. Mr. Marco never cared that she took the most dangerous role in a battle or mission to prove herself to him. All he cared about was where she got shot.

She had stopped trying and pushing herself to make him see she was the best. She swore she never cared anymore. So why did she do it this time around?

Was it only because she wanted to punish herself for what she did to Cole? Or was it because Demir was back and it was obvious her adoptive father was going to hand over to him?

She exhaled, slow and controlled, before pulling out her phone. fгeewebnovёl.com

She had bigger things to deal with.

But before she could do anything, she felt tears flowing down her face.

Her grip on the phone tightened as the tears kept falling silently. She pressed her lips together, hating the way her chest ached, hating that his words still had the power to cut through her like a serrated blade.

She still couldn’t wrap her head around why he was furious with her.

She had fought. Hard. Had put her body between death and the people under her command. She made sure they had the safer positions while she took the worst of it. And for what? To be called incompetent? To be reminded again of where he had dragged her from as if she hadn’t spent every moment since then, proving herself?

A shaky breath escaped her as she wiped her face with the back of her hand, forcing herself to pull it together.

This wasn’t the first time he had tried to break her. It wouldn’t be the last.

But she refused to shatter. She was going to push down this feeling like she did with each one of them.

Blinking away the last of the tears, she focused on the phone screen.

She had work to do.

"Which cell number is he kept in?" She asked immediately the recipient said hello.

"Cell 7, boss."

"Strip him down. I don’t want anything softening the pain." Asli was beyond pissed. She was seething, her eyes burned dangerously, and ready to make the man wish for death.

As Asli reached the dungeon, she barely had time to step inside before Demir emerged from the shadows, wiping his hands on a rag. His face lit up with a grin, unfazed by the stench of blood lingering in the air.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up," he said, his voice filled with a tease. "What happened to your forehead?" His tone changed to that of concern immediately after he saw the cut and blood. She hadn’t bothered to clean it.

She narrowed her eyes, unimpressed and dismissing his concern. "I’ll see you after I’m done in there."

Demir tilted his head. "About that..." He tossed the rag aside. "There’s nothing left to do. I already got the truth out of him, confirmed it... and took care of the rest."

The air shifted, thickening with something dangerous.

Asli stood still. Too still. As if a predator caught in the moment before a kill. Her breath left her slowly, but inside, her fury burned white-hot, setting the dungeon’s roof ablaze in an inferno no one could see but she could feel.

Demir’s smirk faltered.

"You did what?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut sharper than the knives that lined the dungeon walls.

"I got the truth out of him," he repeated less excitement in his tone now. "Confirmed it. Then I killed him."

A muscle in her jaw twitched. The room darkened—not because the light had changed, but because her presence had.

"And you thought that was your decision to make?" Her fingers flexed, itching to wrap around his throat. "You thought you had the right to take my revenge from me?"

Demir took a step back. He wasn’t scared. No, he’d seen worse than this before. But he also knew this wasn’t something that would pass in a few seconds.

"That wasn’t revenge, Asli. That was business."

She moved fast. One second she was rooted in place, the next her hand was slamming into his chest, shoving him back. Hard.

"Business?" she echoed, voice shaking... not with weakness, but with the sheer force of her rage. "You think this was just business?"

Her hand flew before she could stop it. A sharp crack echoed in the dungeon as her palm almost met his face.

Demir clenched his jaw, his head snapping slightly to the side. Slowly, he turned back to look at her, lips parting like he had something to say. But he didn’t. What could he say?

The man was dead. And so was her chance to make him suffer.

She laughed. It was hollow, humorless, and filled with a rage that had nowhere to go now.

Her stormy and violent eyes bored into his eyes. "Get out of my sight."

She didn’t wait to see if he listened. The heat in her chest climbed higher, searing through every nerve. If she didn’t leave, she’d do or probably say something she’d regret.

"Asli, enough of this nonsense," Demir’s voice cut through the tense air, sharp and cold. "I don’t care anymore. If you think my leniency with you is because top assassins call you the Lady Boss, then you better think otherwise."

His steps were measured, deliberate, as he moved past her. "If this happens again, this place will be too small to contain the both of us."

She stood still, shoulders taut, watching as he walked away, his words settling in her bones like a challenge.

Damn! Why was she taking her anger in him? If only he hadn’t touched the man. She would have released her anger in cell 7. She would have eased this painful feeling threatening to consume her there. It was his fault. He had stolen that from her.

She lingered in the dungeon long after Demir had left, standing motionless in the cold, damp silence. The scent of blood and metal hung heavy in the air, but she barely noticed it. Time stretched, minutes blending into what felt like an eternity.

Her fingers curled into fists, then loosened. She exhaled slowly. Staying here wouldn’t change anything.

Without realizing it, her feet carried her out. Past the corridors, past the guards who knew better than to look at her.

By the time she reached Demir’s suite, she hesitated.

Why was she here?

Her boots barely made a sound as she shifted her weight, staring at the door. She could turn around. Walk away. Pretend none of this ever happened.

Yet, she didn’t move.

She stood outside Demir’s door, staring at the dark wood as if it held all the words she needed to hear. Her arms were crossed and her feet unmoving, but her mind was restless. It had been forever since she left the dungeon, yet the fire in her veins hadn’t burned out completely. She wasn’t sure why she had ended up here.

Was she here to apologize? No. She wasn’t sorry.

But she was still angry.

Before she could make up her mind either to knock or to leave, Demir’s door swung open.

She blinked, caught off guard.

"You always did this when you were wrong," he said, leaning against the frame with a knowing smirk. "Are you coming in or not?"

"I’m still angry."

"I know." He stepped aside slightly. "Let’s go for ice cream."

She frowned, staring at him like he had lost his mind.

"Come on. Let’s pretend like we’re normal people."

She snorted. "It’s—" she glanced at her phone, "almost 11 p.m."

"Research says that ice cream tastes better at 11 p.m."

She narrowed her eyes. "Researched by who?"

Demir grinned. "Me."

Despite herself, she let out a laugh. The anger slipped for just a second.

Pain flared through her ribs, but she masked it, pressing a hand against her side as if adjusting her jacket.

"Let’s test that theory," he murmured.

A few minutes later, they were parked outside the ice cream shop.

The glowing ’CLOSED’ sign greeted them like a cruel joke.

"Well, that would’ve gotten me a D," he said, nodding toward the sign.

"An F, actually." She corrected, and they both laughed.

"For the record, I aced my thesis," he added with a smug grin.

She tilted her head. "I pointed a gun at my supervisor, and he gave me an A."

Demir chuckled... until he noticed she wasn’t laughing. His grin faltered. "Wait... you’re serious?"

"Hm."

His eyes widened. "Okay, at this point, we might as well declare you legally insane."

This time, they both laughed.

"In my defense," she said, smirking, "I earned that score."