Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 79: Ahmet would be damned

Chapter Seventy-Nine

Matilda’s breath hitched the moment Asli’s fingers ghosted over the spot where her gun hid. There was a silent but deadly shift in the air. Her eyes flicked to Cole— he had noticed too.

Before reason could catch up, Matilda pushed herself between them, her hands pressing firmly against Markus’s chest, and forcing him back. His laughter barely had time to die on his lips before Cole was at Asli’s side, his own hand hovering near his weapon and muscles stiff, waiting.

Matilda did not hear what Markus had whispered to Asli, but it didn’t matter. One wrong move, or one flicker of permission in Asli’s gaze, and Cole would not hesitate. And at this point, Asli might not hesitate to shoot either.

’Oh my goodness! This man is a walking ticking bomb. He is reckless, and unpredictable, always toeing the line between amusement and disaster. How did he always manage to set Asli off within seconds of being near her? How has nobody killed him yet?’ Matilda thought to herself.

But the real mystery wasn’t how easily he provoked her. It was how, despite everything, she hadn’t killed him yet.

"How many lives do you have?" Matilda asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied Markus, genuinely baffled by his survival skills.

He didn’t answer— just chuckled in a low, amused sound, as if the question itself was ridiculous. Or maybe even he did not know the answer.

Silence settled over the room as all eyes remained on Asli, tracking her every movement, waiting for the tension to either break or explode.

Then, Demir strolled in, effortlessly shifting the atmosphere with plates balanced in his hands. "I think I missed your food the most," he mused, his smile easy. "I remember how I used to run here just to eat."

Matilda arched a brow. "Are you sure?" she asked, her tone teasing as the room’s focus shifted to him and Ruth. "Someone might think you only came here for the food. Asli..." she trailed off, her eyes flicking back to their storm-brewing host.

"Yeah." Demir cut her off smoothly, his grin widening. "You were this little." He lowered his hand to about knee height, exaggerating for effect.

Matilda’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t like where this was going.

"Don’t," she warned, but it was too late.

He was paying her back, and from the smug look on his face, he was enjoying every second of it.

"You used to pee—"

"Brother Demir!" Matilda shrieked, her face flushing as she spun on her heels and bolted toward the kitchen.

Ruth burst into laughter, shaking her head as she watched her niece disappear. "You really had to do that, huh?" she chuckled, glancing at Demir, who only smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

"She is a big girl now," Asli defended and leaned back slightly so she could see if Matilda was hiding by the kitchen door, listening.

Demir nodded, his teasing smile fading as his expression softened. "I can see that," he said, his voice quieter now. A second passed before he asked, "How’s her mum doing?"

The shift in his tone was unmistakably gentler, and laced with something deeper. Concern, maybe even regret. Demir had helped take care of her when he was here but suddenly left.

"Georgia isn’t getting any better," Ruth admitted, her voice carrying her tiredness. "Asli is trying hard to get her a better specialist."

Demir exhaled slowly, nodding in understanding. His playful demeanor from earlier had completely faded now. "I see," he murmured, his gaze flickering toward Asli. He knew she’d move mountains if she had to for them.

"If you’ll excuse me, Boss," Cole said with a slight bow, his tone as formal as ever.

Asli gave a curt nod, granting silent permission. Without another word, he turned and disappeared through the door, his departure as quiet as he could ever be.

They all turned to Markus, their gazes expectant. Unlike Cole, he didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving.

Noticing the sudden attention, he scoffed, brows lifting as if the thought of leaving hadn’t even crossed his mind. "What?" he asked, feigning innocence as if he were just as surprised as they were.

"I get it that you used to run here to eat but I am not allowing you to eat all the snacks alone. Sharing is a blessing." He said while he picked up one of the plates.

"I believe it is caring but sure, that could work too," Ruth commented.

As they stood there, Asli let out a quiet sigh, barely noticing she had done it.

Ahmet hadn’t called yet.

Was she expecting his call? Maybe. If he thought she was responsible for his missing cargo, he would have either called to demand it back or blackmailed her by now. That was just how he worked. But the silence— his silence— was unsettling.

Did that mean he had already found it? Or worse, found out who was actually responsible?

Her jaw tightened. That possibility was far more annoying.

But another thought crept in, one that irritated her more than the rest— did he not care how angry he had made her?

Or did he not know his cousin was the thief?

Considering how Markus was still walking around freely, and untouched, it could only mean one thing— Ahmet hadn’t found the real person behind the hijack yet.

If he had, Markus would not be standing here, casually pushing his luck as always. No, he’d be six feet under, or at the very least, missing a few fingers.

Asli exhaled slowly, again. Her patience was wearing off? It wouldn’t last forever.

Was he still thinking she was responsible? The two bastards.

Asli clenched her jaw, but the exhaustion settling in her bones made it clear she didn’t have the energy to deal with Ahmet or his joke of a cousin now.

"I will be in my room," she muttered, already turning on her heels.

"Are you okay?" Demir was the first to ask, his voice cutting through the air before the others could even decide whether to voice the same concern.

Asli barely paused. "Yeah. Just going to look over tomorrow’s mission," she replied smoothly, the lie slipping out effortlessly.

Ruth’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, but she didn’t push. Instead, she simply nodded, letting her go.

Demir mused with a light tone. "My uncle still makes you work around the clock, doesn’t he? Well, don’t worry, your knight in shining armor is here to help." Asli’s lips curved into a small smile— just enough to acknowledge his effort. He knew something was bothering her.

Without hesitation, Demir followed her into her bedroom and Markus, still standing behind them, watched in silence, one brow lifting as they climbed the stairs. ’Ahmet would be damned!’ Markus thought, his smirk growing as he leaned against the nearby Sofa with his arms crossed.

He could already picture him; the way Ahmet’s jaw would tighten, and how his patience would snap the moment he found out about them.

Demir didn’t look like the type to let them have their love story or whatever twisted version of it they might end up with.

The way he moved, the way he stood conducted himself with that quiet intensity, Markus knew he didn’t look like he easily gave up.

If anything, he looked like he would fight for what he wanted, even if it meant stirring up trouble for everyone around him.

"They used to spend a lot of time together before he left," Ruth told him as she saw how he confusedly watched them. "She has a soft spot for him. Just like she does with my niece, my sister, and I. She’s a nice girl if not for the profession she grew up in."

"Well, I am the last person to judge if she’s nice or not. I’m a killer too." This was probably the first time Ruth had ever seen or heard him being this serious. She cleared her throat and then nodded.

"Thanks for the snacks. I’ll be taking my leave." He stood up with a gentle smile on his face. "Have a lovely evening."

"You too." She responded but Markus knew what his evening was going to be like.

Ahmet would be damned! A smirk formed on his lips as he exited Asli’s suite. His thoughts returned to a memory, which flickered in his mind like a warning light.

He remembered one of the times when Ahmet had furiously taken something— no, someone— from another organization who had dared to claim what Ahmet saw as his own.

The scene played out in front of him like it had happened just yesterday: the sharp, bloodshot eyes, and the cold fury in Ahmet’s voice as he’d made it clear that no one else could take what he believed belonged to him.

It wasn’t the first time Ahmet had shown just how far he would go for what he wanted. It was the way the mafia worked. They were obsessive, possessive, and relentless.

Ahmet wasn’t just about power or control... he was about ownership, and if anyone dared to step into what he considered his, they wouldn’t leave unscathed.

Markus smiled darkly to himself. He knew the game. He knew what Ahmet was capable of. He was the same as him. Though these people thought of him as a clown, he knew what he was also capable of.

He wasn’t Ahmet’s best friend and right hand for no reason. And if he was going to be a part of this twisted little drama, he might as well make sure they got rid of Demir.

There was something off about him. He did not like him.