Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 92: “Throw her in the cell”

Chapter Ninety-Two

"Tell me, do you hear her tell you the number of kids she beats and you reward her with sweets?" she said as her palm was about to land on him when the man grabbed her.

She saw the angry look in his eyes and she loved it.

But before he could tighten his grip, Asli twisted her body, using the momentum to swing her leg in a sharp sidekick to his ribs. The impact sent him stumbling back, releasing her hand in the process.

She didn’t waste a second. The moment her wrist was free, she spun, delivering a swift back fist to his jaw. The man grunted, shaking his head, but she could tell he wasn’t going down that easily.

None of the men standing did anything to help him. She couldn’t tell whether Ahmet had signaled them again to not interrupt her or it was because the matter was about abuse.

"Looks like you raise your hands just as easily as you raise a bully," she said, watching him recover.

His expression darkened. "You’re making a mistake, girl."

Asli smirked. "Good, because the next time your daughter lays a hand on my sister, I’ll be killing you."

She finished and was about to leave when a strong hand grabbed her from behind.

"Not so fast!" That was Ahmet.

She wasn’t in the mood to listen to him.

"You don’t expect to trespass, harm one of my men, and walk out of here alive, do you?" He asked and his tone wasn’t the familiar one she was used to hearing when they were alone.

"Yeah, and I didn’t expect to trespass and leave without anyone getting harmed." She was a rebel.

"Asli, don’t test my patience." Ahmet finally called her name and the rest of them gasped in shock.

Did they need her autograph too? She could tell, her name would linger in this Villa for a while before it went down. She didn’t care but she hoped with her identity revealed, Vick would know how to deal with his daughter.

"My men know where I am. If I didn’t return in the next thirty minutes, they’d raid this place. I don’t think you need a war right now." She didn’t need to lie, however, she had to give Ahmet a reason to let her go.

She could read in his eyes the conflict and battle he was fighting. If he didn’t punish her, his men would question his decision. However, if they were to know what was on the line, they’d understand him.

Guess sleeping with him came with benefits. A regular trespasser would’ve been killed before landing a slap on any of them.

He let go and took a few steps away from her. "Let them raid this Villa." Ahmet’s response had left her in shock. Even his men gasped.

"Throw her in the cell." He ordered and before she could react, Ahmet had hit her head with his pistol and the whole world went dark.

"Fck!" she murmured before going totally unconscious.

A soft, suffocating warmth surrounded her, the mattress dipping beneath her weight like it was trying to pull her back under. Her skin prickled against cool sheets, and the faint scent of expensive cologne mixed with something metallic lingered in the air.

Her lashes fluttered, the shadows pressing against her eyelids as she forced them open. A throbbing ache pulsed at her skull, sharp and unforgiving.

Then it hit her that he had hit her. The bastard had cracked his gun against her head like she was some disobedient stray.

Her teeth clenched. Humiliation boiled beneath her skin, hotter than the pain. In front of his men... he had done that in front of them.

Her muscles tensed as she shoved herself upright, the rush of movement making her vision blur for a second. Before she could curse him to hell and back, a presence behind her sent a chill crawling down her spine. Familiar. Controlled. Watching.

She snapped her head toward him, fury blazing in her eyes. He was there, lounging in a chair like he had all the time in the world. Then he turned on the light.

His voice was smooth, almost amused. "What do I do with you?"

"Fuck you," she spat.

His smirk was infuriating. "Done that. But not this time when I want to punish you."

Her fingers curled into the sheets. "Try anything, and I won’t forgive you, you bastard."

He exhaled a slow chuckle as if her anger entertained him more than it should. "Is this how you operate? Walking into a lion’s den without backup? Carelessly pointing your gun at men who don’t know who you are?"

She glared. "You will pay for this."

"Sure," he mused, tilting his head. "I’ll be waiting. But tell me— what made you think you could storm into my villa and cause all that ruckus?"

She let out a low, dangerous laugh. "I can see how you train your men. I’ll make sure that man punishes his daughter, or I will." Her voice sharpened as she leaned forward. "And you— I will punish you for what you did."

She saw something flicker in his eyes. He knew she was furious.

However, he also knew he had no choice. Either he had put her down himself, or his men would have shot her where she stood.

Still, her recklessness fascinated him. Infuriated him. And, if he was honest, those turned him on.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t a problem he had to solve.

His smirk deepened as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Punish me?" he echoed, his tone laced with amusement. "And how exactly do you plan to do that, sweetheart? You can barely stand up straight when I’m done with you."

She ignored the throbbing in her skull, as her glare unwavered. "Don’t test me."

"Oh, but I enjoy tasting you." He studied her, his dark eyes dragging over her face, taking in the flush of anger and transforming into something else on her cheeks. He enjoyed playing with her.

’Oh.’ she thought. She thought he had meant real punishment. She knew his naughty punishments and wasn’t ready for that now. She wasn’t going to let him spank her... not when her men knew who she was.

She needed to stand on business tonight. Then it dawned on her that she had been sleeping for a long time. Had he been watching her sleep all this while?

"You’re reckless. Walking into my home, causing destruction, and thinking you could get away unscathed was so unlike you. I will ask you again, was it bravery or stupidity?"

Her jaw tightened. "I was handling business."

"Business," he repeated mockingly. "You call that handling business?" He let out a low chuckle. "You were alone, with no backup, and no exit plan. You acted like an amateur." Was he scolding her? "I should kill you for that stunt."

She tilted her chin up defiantly. "Then why haven’t you?"

His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before it returned, colder this time. "Because I don’t know if I want to kill you... or keep you."

Her stomach twisted, not in fear but in pure, unfiltered rage. He thought he could play mind games with her, toy with her like she was some captured pawn.

"But this isn’t like you. You’re not usually this careless." He tilted his head, studying her. "You know what I think? You missed me— so you staged this little stunt just to see me."

She narrowed her eyes, searching his face for any sign of sincerity. Was he serious, or just trying to get under her skin? Did he truly believe his own arrogance, or was he simply being insufferable on purpose? Either way, he was too damn full of himself, and she ached to wipe that smug grin right off his face.

"Let me go," she demanded, her voice steady.

He stood, slow and deliberate, towering over her. "And if I don’t?"

She lifted her chin higher, her lips curling into a dangerous smirk of her own. "Then I’ll make sure you regret it."

His gaze darkened. "You really are something else," he murmured. Then he exhaled, shaking his head slightly as if she were an unsolvable puzzle.

She watched his every move, tense and ready. If he thought he could break her, he was dead wrong.

"Get some rest," he finally said, his voice losing its teasing edge. "You’re no use to me half-conscious."

"You’re no use to me at all," she shot back. "I clearly just woke up from a long sleep, why should I go back to doing that?"

He grinned at that, something wicked glinting in his eyes. "Not useful to you at all? We’ll see about that." He paused for a while, enjoying her reaction. Then he continued, "I will sneak you out. Wait."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving her seething in the bed, already plotting her revenge.

Sneak her out? Did he just tell her she’d sneak her out of his Villa? Like she was a criminal? No, that wasn’t going to happen. She won’t let him kill her ego twice.

She threw the sheets off her legs and swung them over the edge of the bed, ignoring the dull throb in her skull. Like she was the one who should be ashamed?