Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 207: "I’ll tell Asli"

Chapter Two Hundred and Seven

"What do we do now?" Markus asked, running a hand through his hair, eyes darting to Ahmet. "Do we just... let him go?"

Ahmet leaned back against the edge of the desk, arms crossed. His jaw was tight, and his lips pressed into a thin line. "I don’t know," he admitted, his voice low. "He knows about Asli and me. If he runs back to his uncle... Asli won’t be safe. Not one bit."

Markus’s brow furrowed. "I still don’t trust him. He knew she was pregnant. I can’t prove it, but I know he knew."

Ahmet shook his head slowly, exhaling through his nose. "We’re still investigating. And I promised myself, whoever is responsible, I’ll make them pay. Even if it’s my own father."

Markus leaned forward, impatience edging his voice. "You really think your father’s involved?"

Ahmet’s eyes darkened, a shadow of regret passing over his features. "You heard him speak. If he’s telling the truth, my father has every right to hate Asli. I... I failed him already. I can’t change that. But I love Asli. We’re expecting a child. That’s not something I can undo. Maybe if someone had told me the truth from the start... I would’ve stayed away. But no one did. And now... it’s too late." His words hung in the air, heavy, and almost mournful.

Markus stayed silent, letting the weight settle. Finally, he asked softly, "Then... why aren’t you angry at me? He also said my father helped Marco kill your sister."

Ahmet’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He ran a hand over his face and sighed. "You didn’t kill her. And besides... I never knew my sister. You, though... you’re my blood, and my right hand. Always. No matter what, it’s the two of us against the world."

Relief flickered across Markus’s face, but he knew the guilt would linger. He was too stubborn and persistent.

"I know my father wouldn’t do that," Markus said quietly, determination sharpening his tone. "I want to get to the bottom of this." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Ahmet nodded. "We will. Together. But don’t expect my father to tell us the truth. Mum’s still in pain, you can tell the way she panicked when she learned about Asli and I... she might never tell it to us."

Markus nodded in agreement. "Then we focus on what we can. Keep Asli safe, her Nanny and everyone who matters to her."

Ahmet’s lips pressed into a thin line. "We’re collecting Demir’s hair, blood, and everything. Whatever mission they run, after they clean up, we leave it there for the police. Let them track it. It’s not just Marco but Demir needs to fall too. Now we know his limits."

Markus gave a curt nod, silent agreement passing between them.

Ahmet started to turn. Markus paused. "Where are you going?"

"My apartment," Ahmet said, casual, almost too casual.

Markus shrugged. "Then I won’t waste your time. I’ve got somewhere I need to be too."

Ahmet lingered a moment, hands in his pockets, eyes distant, as if something danced behind them. Markus shifted, uncomfortable with the silence. "What? Say it already," he prompted.

"What was Matilda doing in your apartment?" Ahmet asked finally, his voice even but sharp.

Markus froze, a flush rising to his neck. "What? Don’t tell me you actually believed that."

Ahmet’s gaze hardened. "I’m not saying I believe it. But it’s clear. You’re lying. How old is she again?"

Markus laughed, though forced but cocky. "Don’t pin this on me. You know me, I don’t stick with one woman and she’s clearly not my type."

Ahmet rubbed his eyes, frustration creeping in. "Exactly my point. You should know how much she means to Asli. If she finds out you’re... messing around..."

"Relax, brother. I know my boundaries," Markus interrupted, trying to sound confident. But even he knew Ahmet wasn’t letting this go.

"She has enough on her plate already," Ahmet said, stepping back toward the door. His voice dropped, final. "Don’t make it heavier."

And with that, he left, leaving Markus staring after him, caught between relief and guilt, and knowing there was no arguing with that tone.

How was he supposed to explain it?

The very girl they all wanted to protect... the one Asli wanted to keep safe... was the one holding him hostage. Not with guns or fists, but with a threat that he wasn’t even guilty of.

She called that morning, whining in that infuriatingly persistent way, reminding him again that she’d taken a bullet for him. And then she dropped it, smooth as poison: if he didn’t come to see her, she’d tell Asli he kissed her. Which was a lie.

He could practically hear Asli’s fury, sharp and unforgiving, slicing through him, before he’d even have a chance to explain.

So he went. He picked her up from school, eyes scanning her every gesture, trying to anticipate the next trap.

And yet, she still managed to leave something behind.

Did she leave it there on purpose?

He didn’t know.

Markus got out of his car and started walking towards the building. Just then, a shadow shifted near the far corner.

Instinct kicked in. His hand snapped to his gun before his mind even caught up. Who was bold enough to bypass his security... to wait in the dark like a predator?

Before his gun cleared the holster, the shadow stepped forward.

Cole came into view. Markus didn’t know if he let out a sigh or not. The tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction, but his pulse was still high.

Cole’s face was unreadable, stern as ever, his eyes sharp. "I thought you left," Markus said, his voice calm.

"I did, I dropped Asli off at Ahmet’s place," Cole replied immediately, as though anticipating the question. "But I came back. Your security... let me in."

Markus didn’t relax. He kept his gaze locked on Cole as he walked past him toward the front door. "Why did you come back?"

Cole’s next words hit like a grenade. "Why was Matilda here?"

Markus froze, the weight of the question settling over him. His mind raced, searching for a plausible lie. ’I happened to see her in town... she wanted to see my place.’ Even as the words formed in his head, he knew they would sound hollow, even to him.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and admitted it. "She’s blackmailing me."

Cole’s frown deepened, arms folding across his chest. Skepticism pressed from every line of his face. "I won’t lie to you," Markus said quickly, voice low. "She kissed me... and she said she’d tell Asli I did it."

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

"Then tell Asli," Cole suggested, almost casually.

Markus blinked, staring at the floor as if the right words might be hiding there. "Really? Should I?" His voice carried that edge of doubt, he knew what Asli’s wrath felt like, and he knew it didn’t wait for explanations. Not ever.

Cole’s eyes softened slightly, though the skepticism didn’t fully leave. He had seen Asli in action. He knew Markus wasn’t joking. And yet...

"Think carefully," Markus said, quietly. "She doesn’t listen to reason. Not even from you, not even from Ahmet."

Both men exhaled slowly, tension coiling in his chest. Cole already knew that.

Cole’s arms stayed crossed, eyes narrowing slightly. "Bring me the band," he said simply, voice calm but firm.

Even as he handed it over, his mind pictured. Knowing Asli, she would ask Matilda for a picture, if she hadn’t already.

Markus did exactly as Cole told him. He pocketed the band and made his way out of his apartment.

Cole went to their Villa and straight to Asli’s suite.

He swallowed, forcing his face into a neutral mask.

Matilda’s door swung open before he could knock. She grinned, that little spark of mischief lighting her eyes, as if she had been waiting for him.

"Thought you’d never come. Asli said she has a mission," she said casually, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Cole stepped inside, arms crossed, gaze steady. "Why are you blackmailing Markus?" His voice was calm, but there was an authority to it that made her chest tighten.

For the first time that afternoon, her grin faltered. Her fingers froze mid-twist of her hair, and the playful spark in her eyes dimmed.

"You... you know?" she whispered, voice barely audible.

Cole didn’t smile. He didn’t laugh. He just looked at her, unwavering. "I know. Now answer me. Why are you doing this?"

Matilda hesitated. The thrill of mischief and power she usually carried vanished, replaced by a fleeting worry. She leaned closer, voice low, barely more than a breath. "Because... he belongs to me."

Cole’s jaw tightened. "Stay away from him. Stay away until he hurts you." He took a deliberate step closer, eyes narrowing. "You don’t know what you’re playing with."

She shook her head, whispering again, almost defiant. "No. You don’t get it. He belongs to me."

Before he could respond, Cole stepped forward, arms crossed, and his voice firm. "Listen to me. Or I swear, I’ll tell Asli everything."

Matilda’s eyes flicked to the floor for a split second, then back up, whispering, "If you tell Asli... I’ll tell her too. About you and Josephine."

Cole’s eyes widened, defensive instinct kicking in. "I...I didn’t..." He stammered, trying to clarify, "I didn’t do anything to her! I swear she did..."

He froze mid-sentence. A slow realization spread across his face, eyes narrowing. "What devil is eating you both? Do you think life is some... game? No. I don’t care if Asli kills me for something I didn’t do. If you don’t stop this, I’m telling."

"I’ll handle myself. Just... turn a blind eye this once. If I go too far, you can tell her. Please. I want a normal life. My mates have boyfriends. I don’t want to be here the rest of my life." She ranted.

"You want a normal life and you decided Markus could give you that?" He asked.

"You know I can’t marry a normal man. Who in here besides yourself can take better care of me? Demir likes Asli. Do you rather I go for Daniel? The man hardly even smiles."

Before Cole could respond, the door opened wider, and Matilda’s aunty stepped in, arms full of freshly washed towels. "Matilda, don’t stay too long we need to prepare some food for Cole to carry for the mission," she said, oblivious to the tension hanging in the room.

Cole’s posture relaxed, eyes still wary but letting go. He gave her aunt a quick nod, then turned to leave.

Matilda’s grin returned, sharper now, triumphant. As the door closed behind Cole, she whispered under her breath, "That’s right... Where is Josephine, let me tell her to play her part well."

Just then, she saw the band she had left in Markus’ apartment. She smiled wickedly to herself and thought, ’Did he give this to Cole to report me?’