Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 135: Stone Cold

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five

The fork scraped lightly against the ceramic plate.

She had not touched most of the food. A bite or two of rice. A few spoonfuls of sauce. But everything else sat untouched, growing cold with the room’s silence.

Across the long dining table, Matilda and her nanny glanced at her and then at each other.

She didn’t speak. Her knife hovered in her hand, forgotten, while her mind circled like a predator around Markus’ words.

’He said either you come to him, or he comes to you. Or you meet at the usual spot.’

Her grip tightened on the object in her hand.

The usual spot. Of all the places.

His apartment had been their secret place, hiding whatever sick and twisted bond they had shared; above blood and games and betrayal. The only place that wasn’t tainted by their families’ differences. The first place he had touched her skin. The first time she had ever allowed herself to soften.

’You’re an idiot,’ she whispered to herself.

What was she thinking? That any of it had been real?

Ahmet, of all people.

Had he ever cared? Or was he just playing a long game: slipping through her guard, gaining her trust, peeling away her armor layer by layer until she handed him her soul, then her secrets?

Her virginity. She could never get that back.

She blinked. Her jaw clenched.

Was that all it was to him?

He made her feel like she wasn’t just another Mafia boss. He made her feel like she was... chosen. That someone had finally seen her, the woman beneath the weapons, the war-torn girl beneath the commander’s mask.

He had made her feel things she never thought she could feel. He had made her feel she was something more than a killing machine. And she had let herself believe it.

Stupid.

She was stupid.

Even more than she could ever believe she was. She had planned a raid and she ended up telling him just because she heard his voice.

She pushed the plate away abruptly and stood up, the heavy chair scraping back behind her.

Matilda raised her brow. "You’re not finishing your food?"

The nanny looked concerned. "Are you feeling sick again?"

Asli turned sharply. Her eyes narrowed.

"Since when did I start reporting to you two?" she snapped.

Both blinked in surprise.

Matilda gave a light, awkward laugh. "Okay then... She’s in one of her Mafia moods again."

The nanny shook her head and muttered something under her breath.

But Asli was already walking away, ignoring them both. Her boots echoed on the marble floor as she made her way to her room, stripped off her dress in one swift motion, and threw on black jeans and a simple dark shirt.

She tied her hair back tightly. Tactical. Just in case she needed to fight... which she knew she would.

Her fingers reached for the phone on her nightstand.

She hesitated... only for a breath.

Then she hit his name.

It rang once. Then clicked.

His voice came through the line, quiet but expectant.

"Asli."

She didn’t wait.

"Meet me at my warehouse. In thirty minutes."

A beat passed.

She wasn’t going to his end. He would have to come to her if he needed to see her.

Then his voice, equally sharp and calm: "Okay."

No questions were asked. There weren’t any negotiations either.

She hung up without saying goodbye and threw the phone onto the passenger seat as she slid into her matte black car.

The engine roared to life.

The front gate opened with a slow grind and she immediately left.

Asli didn’t glance back at the house. Not at Matilda. Not at the nanny. Not even at the guards who scrambled to salute her on her way out.

She didn’t need to look back.

She had already left everything behind.

The night outside was cold. The moon was only a sliver. Traffic was sparse but persistent. Brake lights flared in red across her windshield.

That was when the storm in her chest started to churn.

With her left hand on the wheel, she reached with the right, pulling open the center console. Her fingers found the Glock.

She rested it on her lap and exhaled— once.

Then again.

And Again

And again.

Then she opened the glove compartment and pulled out a fresh cartridge. She slid it in without looking, her fingers moving with the practiced rhythm of someone who had done this a thousand times.

Click.

The metal sang like a final note in a funeral dirge.

One by one, she began checking the other clips. She was sparing none. The way her fingers moved, it was as if she were certain she was going to kill him.

Click.

The weight of the gun in her hand felt right. Too right.

The traffic ahead blurred as tears rimmed her lashes but they didn’t fall. No, not tonight.

Crying was a luxury.

Rage was currency.

She tried to remind herself that this wasn’t about heartbreak. She wasn’t some weak-hearted teenager pining after a boy.

She wasn’t going to even cry about being played. How much more the player...

She was a boss. A master of war. A woman who had clawed her way to respect.

But damn it... she hadn’t seen it coming.

Not from him. She should have known. How the hell did her heart get involved?

Her fingers trembled over the safety. She flicked it off.

Click.

That sound echoed louder than the music playing faintly in the background. Louder than the soft whispers of her own thoughts trying to drag her down to a place she didn’t want to go.

How dare he? How dare they?

Ahmet.

He wasn’t supposed to matter. He was supposed to be a means to an end. A distraction, maybe. A game she could control. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

But instead, she gave him pieces of herself no one else had ever touched. And now she was here, driving through the city with a loaded weapon and her heart clawing at her ribcage like a beast trapped in a cage of betrayal.

Her jaw locked as she hit the last turn before the bridge. The traffic cleared up.

The night suddenly felt heavier. Her heart was still cold.

She shouldn’t be meeting him. However...

Would he really have come to her Villa, just to talk?

She couldn’t take that risk. She couldn’t allow her father to suspect anything. And more than that, she couldn’t stomach seeing Ahmet’s face at her gate. Like he had the right.

The warehouse made more sense.

She’d feel more powerful there. She didn’t want a place that would remind her of everything she did wrong.

He had shot her at the warehouse, she needed to hold on to that. She needed to be angry.

She sighed. She had hated him, what happened? How did it even happen?

The warehouse was a neutral ground.

But even that was a lie.

Nothing between them was neutral anymore.

As she neared the edge of the city, and the warehouse came into view, she could feel the shift in her own heartbeat. It no longer beats like a woman having feelings. It thundered like a storm about to break.

She pulled into the lot without headlights.

She parked under the shadows.

Her hands slid across the gearshift with calm precision, but her mind was anything but calm.

All she saw was his face the night she had bled on stage.

He must’ve grinned from ear to ear knowing he shot her during their first meeting. And now, he managed to fool her, she can only imagine the joy he was feeling when he fooled her.

His voice had whispered her name like a vow.

His lips moaning into the hollow of her neck.

She swallowed hard and checked the loaded gun one last time.

He had made her feel safe.

That was the worst part.

Because now, all she felt was dangerous.

And the most dangerous kind of woman...

...was one who had given everything and gotten lies in return.