Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 80: Thinking about her

Chapter Eighty

Ahmet sat up with a low groan, pressing his fingers against his temples.

A dull, persistent throb pulsed behind his eyes: it was the kind that only came from a night spent overthinking and he did that a lot, thinking about the most infuriating woman he had ever known. She was innocent this time around. He reminded himself.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His phone sat on the nightstand, the screen dark, and waiting.

His fingers twitched. He should call her.

His jaw tightening, he reached for it but then hesitated.

He could already hear her sharp tone, and feel the weight of whatever insult she would throw his way. But still, he needed to call her. His grip on the phone tightened.

Damn it.

With a muttered curse, he threw the covers off and swung his legs over the bed. His ego had kept him silent all night. Maybe it was time to throw it out the damn window.

Ahmet exhaled through his nose, staring at the screen as the call rang and rang then went silent.

No answer.

His jaw ticked. Typical. He had expected that also.

He lowered the phone, tapping it against his thigh, while considering his next move. He could blackmail her. A few words, exert the right pressure, and he knew she would come running just to spite him.

The thought should have satisfied him. But It did not.

His grip softened and again tightened around the device. Whatever this thing was between them, he didn’t want it to feel forced. It probably already was, but he was not ready to admit that— not yet.

Instead, he sat back, staring at the screen, waiting. Hoping.

Ahmet leaned back, gripping his phone as he stared at the blank screen. He knew Asli. He knew her stubbornness, knew how she held grudges like a vice. After provoking her, she was unlikely to call back.

Still... he knew also that he meant something to her. He had to.

’I mean, who would think she would allow someone to touch her? Let alone me.’ The thought wrapped around him like a lifeline. It was a poor excuse for comfort, but he clung to it anyway.

The minutes dragged. Each second that passed without her name flashing on his screen gnawed at him and chipped away at whatever patience he had left.

Was she avoiding him, or was she just genuinely busy?

Ahmet barely had time to wrestle with the thought before his phone buzzed. His eyes darted to the screen.

"I’m busy."

A slow breath left him, the tension in his chest loosening just enough.

They were cool. They were good... maybe.

Or probably she understood why he did what he did. She had to. She would’ve done the same thing if she were in his shoes.

He wasn’t just some man she was with; he was a leader. His organization came first. That was his priority. If something of theirs went missing, of course, he would freak out.

Still, he found himself staring at the message a little longer than necessary, as if searching for something more between the words.

’If only I knew Markus was behind it!’ Ahmet groaned, his fingers raking through his hair in frustration.

His thumb hovered over the keyboard.

"See you tonight?"

Before he could think twice, he deleted it. It sounded too much like a damn booty call— or worse like he was being clingy. He wasn’t about to give her more reasons to be angry with him.

Instead, he typed a single word.

"Okay." Sent.

Now, all he could do was wait. Would she call him when she was done? Would she even want to see him?

Too many damn questions were going through his head. No answers.

And it was eating at him.

Ahmet shrugged on his jacket, rolling his shoulders as he stepped out of his apartment. He had a hunt this afternoon. He needed something to keep his hands busy, and something to pull his mind away from her.

By the time he arrived, the weather was already shifting and stretching long shadows across the cracked pavement of the abandoned warehouse lot. The heat clung to the atmosphere, thick with the stench of fuel and rust.

He inhaled slowly, letting the sharp scent around him sink in.

’Focus.’

This was what he did best. This was where he thrived. And yet, even as he moved toward the place, a part of his mind refused to let go of the woman who hadn’t called him back.

Ahmet stepped out of his gray car.

Straightening his sleeves, he scanned the area. He didn’t like pulling his gun out in broad daylight. It was sometimes a risky move unless it was a necessary one.

Alec believed that daylight made him safe. Maybe that was why he had chosen to operate in the morning.

Hmm... that had to be the worst idea he could ever think of.

The guy was leaning against a beat-up car, obliviously tapping away on his phone.

Ahmet’s shoes crunched against the gravel, causing his head to snap up.

He watched as the man’s face lost all color, fear creeping into his wide, darting eyes. His chest started heaving quickly and his hands trembled at his sides as if he already knew there was no way out of this.

Ahmet took a slow step forward. The longer he remained quiet, the heavier the silence stretched between them. The man swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

"You look like you have seen a ghost," Ahmet mused, his voice calm, almost amused by the man’s audacity.

The man flinched and Ahmet smirked. He liked that reaction.

"Boss... I was just about to call you," Alec stammered.

Ahmet chuckled, slow and measured. "Were you?"

Alec was an underdog who became greedy. He began pocketing a little extra from drug deals at first but wasn’t punished because, at the time, his child was ill. But, the child was no more and he was now collecting protection money, assuming no one would notice.

However, in the Mafia business, all money was accounted for. When he found out, he had to set an example for him.

Alec nodded too fast, eyes darting to the open road. Ahmet smirked. "Go ahead. Run like the rat you are."

He hesitated, but he knew the rules— there were no third chances. His hands shook as he raised them slightly. "I can explain this. It’s not what you think."

Ahmet sighed, stepping closer. "You are forgetting something. This is the second chance."

A whisper of air passed which followed by a slight thud. Alec’s body jerked as if someone had plucked a nail in his chest. His breath caught, and his eyes widened. His fingers twitched near the wound on his shirt.

Even Ahmet felt the pain for him.

He lurched backward, his legs giving out, and he slid down the side of the car, leaving a red smear behind him. His mouth opened, but no words came out— only a harsh, and painful gasp.

Ahmet never gave second chances but whenever he did, he didn’t take its betrayal lightly. He exhaled, sliding his pistol back into its holster. The job was done. No need to linger. He texted his location to his men to clean up immediately.