Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 83: “Only I decide when this ends…”

Chapter Eighty-three

"Who the hell is Demir?"

Markus leaned back, saying nothing at first, letting the question settle, letting Ahmet sit with it. I’m his chair, Ahmet’s fingers impatiently drummed against the polished wood.

The tapping stopped when he noticed Markus was only trying to pull the little patience left in him. Markus watched the shift as he lost his control, before finally speaking. "He’s her childhood crush" Ahmet furrowed his brow.

Demir.

Something in Ahmet stilled.

The title lodged itself in his mind, repeating like an offbeat rhythm, irritating just beneath the surface. He didn’t know the guy. Had never heard of him. And yet, suddenly, Demir mattered.

Too much. ’Asli’s childhood crush’

His jaw clenched. His fingers curled into a fist against the arm of the chair. He did not like the way the name sat in his head. The name sounded heavy, intrusive, and unwelcome. Like a problem that demanded to be handled.

’Who is he that suddenly, the bastard is relevant to me in a way that doesn’t even sit right?’ He asked himself.

Markus said it too casually like he wasn’t twisting the knife deeper. Like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.

Ahmet’s fingers twitched and his jaw locked more painfully. He wanted to swing—just once, just hard enough to wipe that smug look off Markus’s face. But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Because the fire in his chest was already burning too hot, too fast and he wasn’t to blame.

It clawed up his throat and coiled tight in his ribs. The thought of them.

Demir and Asli, walking side by side. Being in the same bed. The image sank its teeth into him and tore through his composure like a slow, brutal cut.

Oh, It was gasoline on a flame, a blaze that refused to die no matter how hard he tried to smother it.

Not that he wanted to smother it either.

Ahmet was not the kind of man to lose control. He had built himself on discipline, But the thought of her with someone else. Of her with Demir, or whatever the hell his name was, made his blood run colder than it already was.

His fingers flexed against the armrest before he forced them to still. He leaned back, exhaling slowly, trying to steady himself, though the fire in his chest mocked the effort.

Ahmet’s voice was quiet, almost too calm. "Are you sure about that?"

There was no bitterness, no sharp edge, just a calm, controlled silence that made the question feel heavier. The kind of silence that sent a warning. The kind that appeared always before a hit or punch.

Ahmet knew Markus was testing him... just as Markus knew that he knew.

He was playing a game with him and he wondered if his cousin was only saying that to erupt an emotion from him. Was he playing a game with him? Or was there any ’Demir’?

Markus nodded. "Yeah."

Ahmet did not reply right away. Instead, he watched Markus with a sharp and relentless gaze... looking for even the smallest crack, a flash of uncertainty, or a twitch of dishonesty.

However, there was none. Markus was not playing a game with him. He was speaking the truth. And the reality landed in Ahmet’s chest like a cold, unrelenting weight. There was truly someone.

That would explain it, then. The reason she didn’t answer his call. The silence between them stretched for three days. She wasn’t avoiding him out of forgetfulness. She wasn’t even busy.

She was with him.

Ahmet should take the hint. He must take the hint that he didn’t mean anything to her.

Ahmet scoffed, but the sound was hollow and empty of amusement. "Right."

His fingers dragged along his jaw, slow and controlled, as if trying to ground himself. His breath left him in a painful exhale, but it did nothing to loosen the tightness coiling in his chest.

His shoulders had stiffened. The feeling sat heavy in his gut, foreign and unwelcome, tightening like a vice with every passing second.

He had no name for it. He did not want to name it but it clung to him all the same, refusing to let go.

His thoughts kept punching him. She hadn’t called him back. Probably because she had been calling someone else. Somebody else was touching her and doing the same thing he thought he would be the only person doing.

His chest tightened and a fire flickered behind his ribs. His vision sharpened and darkened at the same time as everything else faded as he almost showed he was losing it.

Ahmet was seeing red.

And now, he did not know what burned within him more. Whether his anger toward her for allowing it... for allowing another man touch her or his frustration at himself or fury toward himself for caring this much.

Ahmet rolled his shoulders back, his expression carefully composed, but Markus wasn’t fooled. He could see it in his eyes and... the shift in his cousin’s posture, the way his fingers flexed before clenching into a fist.

Ahmet did not like losing. He did not know what losing meant.

It did not matter if it was a business deal, a street fight, a heist, or something as intangible as a woman’s attention. He did not lose. He never lost. And he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.

"Demir, huh? Is that what he is called?" He finally said, testing the name on his tongue like it was a foreign language. He scoffed, shaking his head. "I do not know who the hell he is, but I know one thing." freewēbnoveℓ.com

Markus raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? And what is that?" Though he knew exactly what it was that followed.

Markus leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he took a seat, his phone spinning between his fingers.

Ahmet’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, sharp enough to cut. "I do not lose."

Markus smirked, clearly not amused. "So what? Do not tell me you are gonna go knocking on her door. Demir seemed to be in her space every time I saw her. I barely see my wife anymore."

Ahmet exhaled through his mouth as his lips pressed into a thin line. Markus was never going to be serious when he needed him to be. He was used to that now. But to watch as someone stole what was his...

No, that was not his style. He was not the kind to beg or chase. But he also was not the kind to sit back and do nothing while some guy— Demir, or whatever his name was— took what was his.

Ahmet finally said smoothly, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "She will come to me."

Markus chuckled, shaking his head. "You really are that confident. I know I love joking but take this from me. The guy is her dream man."

He stood, ignoring him and stretching out his shoulders before heading for the door. He paused just long enough to throw his cousin a glance over his shoulder.

"She is my toy. Only I decide when this ends between us."

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Do you think Ahmet would have still gone after her if there was no ’Demir?’