Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 81: His ego wouldn’t let him

Chapter Eighty- One

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.

As he walked back to his car, he hoped whoever Alec was double working for, got the message when he found his body.

Business in broad daylight— it was also to send a message. He didn’t fear anyone. He didn’t care who was involved. No one betrayed him and when they did, their body was left for the crows to feast on.

He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his thigh, his fingers tapping lazily against the fabric of his trousers.

Alec was handled. Another mess was cleaned up.

Another body was left chilling against the rusting side of a car. He had to do it. He wanted to keep his mind busy.

He should have felt relieved... that quiet satisfaction that came from a job well done.

Instead, something else was gnawing at him, something he couldn’t ignore no matter how fast he drove.

By the time he arrived at his house, dusk had crept in, and the streetlights were flickering one by one. The engine rumbled softly before cutting off with a final, weighted silence.

He remained there for some time, his hands still on the steering wheel, and his reflection in the glass. Then he carefully reached for his phone.

One final check.

The screen flashed up, sending a chilly glow to his face, thinking it was who he wanted to hear from. But there was nothing. No missed calls. No messages. There was no name waiting for him. There were a few but not from the one he was hoping to see.

His jaw stiffened.

Why did she not call? He exhaled through his mouth and tossed the phone to the passenger seat. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the headrest, determined to ignore the bad feeling that was crawling up his spine.

He was prepared to face anything— bullets, blood, and betrayal. But silence? Silence from her? That was something else altogether. Maybe she was finished with him.

How was this possible? They had only gotten started. Should he call her again? This was not like him. He hated this new feeling. He hated all the emotions it was bringing.

’Should I call Markus and ask about her? He knows about us anyway.’ he thought to himself. ’No.’ he answered himself quickly.

He ran his right hand down his face, inhaling softly, before grabbing his phone and pushing the door wide. The nighttime air had chilled. Or was it his thoughts?

He stepped out of the car, shrugging his shoulders and closing the door behind him. He should go inside, get himself a drink, and let the night pass.

Instead, he remained there for a time, holding his phone and looking at the screen. Still nothing. He tightened his grip on the device, irritation flaring beneath his calm demeanor.

It was not like she was very significant to him. Was she expecting for him to apologize when she wasn’t completely innocent?

Ahmet barely had time to have any more thoughts before another sound of someone clearing his throat, cut through his thoughts. He did not turn to see who it was as he could identify the owner of the voice.

The man hesitated before stepping forward, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His voice came out unsteady, and barely above a whisper.

"B-Boss... p-please, we... we have a problem."

His eyes flickered downward, as if afraid to meet Ahmet’s gaze, his hands twitching at his sides. He shifted on his feet, exhaling shakily like he was bracing himself for some good scolding before Ahmet even responded.

He turned slowly, arching a brow. This better be damn good for someone to interrupt him like this.

"The... the police stopped our car this morning. They found the unregistered— uh— the unregistered number plates we were taking to the border. They..."

Ahmet’s patience snapped. "Why the hell are you telling me that?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the thick air. "Do you not know the right channel to go through? Did you wait until my return before trying to fix it?"

"N- no, b- boss—"

"I have far more important issues on my desk. Unless it requires my direct involvement, go through the right damn channel!"

The man hesitated before stammering, "T- the operation head has already left... he is at the station handling it."

Ahmet exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "Then why the hell are you still talking to me?" he snapped.

The man shifted uncomfortably. "I thought you needed to know, boss. I... I thought you’d want to be the first to know in case things went sideways."

Ahmet let out a sharp exhale, pushing past him with a growl. "I’ve got far more important things to deal with"

He was fuming, his irritation simmering beneath his skin. How dare he be interrupted for something so insignificant? He never micromanaged things like this. Normally, he would have simply redirected them and moved on.

So why was he so pissed off?

His jaw clenched as realization sank in.

Damn you, Asli.

"What the hell was the chief driver doing before the van set off?" Ahmet demanded while he tried to calm himself down. "Did he not put the damn pass card in the vehicle?"

The man recoiled slightly at the calmness of Ahmet’s tone but quickly gathered himself. "He —he was inspecting the rest of the Vans, boss. They were double-checking them before leaving, but..." The man’s voice faltered as he tried to consider his words before getting angry again.

"But what?" Ahmet’s words came like a growl. "Did he forget to put the pass card in? Did he think he could just drive without it?" Did he not put the pass in all the vans? Did the police seize all the vans?

"I— I don’t know, boss. I wasn’t there when they checked the van before they left, but they should have had everything they needed. Maybe they missed something but if that was so, then we’d have more than one van at the police station. I’ll talk to him, boss."

Ahmet’s fists clenched at his sides. "Maybe they missed something?" His voice dropped, back to being cold yet controlled, like a predator sizing up its prey. "What kind of excuse is that? The chief driver has one job— to make sure everything is in order. This isn’t a damn first time for him!"

He stepped closer to the man, his eyes burning with anger. "Didn’t he know the importance of the pass card? Without it, there’s no getting through checkpoints! How the hell did the driver not check that before he even started the damn van?"

The man stammered, clearly unsure of how to respond. "He said he thought the Chief driver had placed it in it so he didn’t check, boss."

"I want the chief driver punished and any other driver who had their vans seized!"

"Yes, boss." He bowed and disappeared immediately from his presence.

With his jaw gritted, he slipped the phone into his pocket and walked towards the dining hall.

He didn’t have to deal with that little issue by himself. He would find the update from them later.

A notification flashed on his screen and he checked... hopeful.

But he was disappointed.

’She should have it her way then. See if I care.’ he told himself as he climbed the stairs and into his bedroom.

Or maybe he should go back to blackmailing her? He was so close to acting on the thought.

Then just as he was thinking about whether to do it, another night came and then another one followed till the third one.

Should he kidnap her instead?

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Is this considered as a mid life crisis?