Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss

Chapters Twenty-Nine

"Because I was shocked," she snapped. "And even if I didn't physically resist, it doesn't mean I consented. You took something without asking." Asli's heart still simmered with rage, her fist throbbing from the impact.

She had all the reasons to be angry, didn't she? Ahmet took her first kiss and that too without asking. She never imagined how it was going to happen or how she was going to remember it happening but she certainly hadn't dreamed of her enemy leaving that imprint.

His lips, soft and warm, had brushed against hers, stealing a moment she had reserved for no one in particular. Oh, how she hated it wasn't just a brush.

His expression softened, a hint of regret creeping in. "Asli, I—"

"Don't," she cut him off, her hand raised like a barrier.

His expression hardened, and the softness erased. "Fine," he spat, his voice low and even. "You want to play it that way?"

He took a step closer, his eyes blazing. "But let me make one thing clear: never speak to me like that again. Or else my people will actually put the picture in the safe." Oh, they were back to blackmailing her. This was why she hated that he stole her first kiss. He! Ahmet! He stole her first kiss.

Asli's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She bit back the retort burning on her lips, refusing to give in to his provocation. The mention of the picture sent a chill down her spine. He knew exactly which buttons to press.

"You're despicable," she spat, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I'm just protecting my interests. And you would do well to remember that. How about this? I use the picture for my wallpaper."

"You would not dare!" Asli's face twisted in disgust and something close to fear. Her eyes blazed but he didn't seem to care about her feelings or perhaps reaction.

"Oh, I would," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "And I will, unless you cooperate."

Without thinking, Asli swung her hand, almost slapping him across the face – but he was faster. He halted her palm mere inches from his skin, and her eyes flashed a warning.

He sneered, underestimating her. "Think you can land a slap on my face, Asli?"

Her response was a swift kick to his chest, sending him stumbling back. He recovered quickly, charging at her with a soft punch, almost like an impact a soft knock would leave.

Asli sidestepped, avoiding the blow by a hair's breadth. She countered with a lightning-fast jab to his jaw, but he blocked it with a raised forearm.

The two clashed, as her movements were fluid and deadly. Asli landed a solid kick to his stomach, but he absorbed the impact, retaliating with a vicious elbow to her shoulder.

She rolled with the strike, using momentum to fuel her own counterattack. A flurry of punches rained down on him – each one precise, calculated.

He weathered the storm, his eyes blazing with fury. A ruthless uppercut sent Asli stumbling back, her lip splitting.

She realized he was not fighting. Even a young Mafia who hadn't killed before could fight better. She didn't like that. She loved to fight fair and square.

Was he refusing to fight her because she was a girl or because he was feeling guilty for kissing her without her permission?

"Where is your car parked? I'll drop you off." He suddenly offered, and then straightened his suit as he headed to the door.

She glared at him, about to reject the offer as quickly as it had come. They weren't done fighting yet.

"I know you won't keep my trailer on one of your sites. I also know the car is somewhere far away from the Villa and your people." He predicted right and thought she could argue it or fight with him, literally, but she walked silently behind him as he did towards the car.

Would she have eaten that much if Ahmet hadn't forced her? Had she even been eating well? She might go a day or two without having a proper meal. Ruth would complain, and she never cared before. However, Ahmet had her eat so much. She hadn't eaten that much before. Was she happy with it?

Well, look at how much it cost her. The fact that he pretended nothing had happened irritated her the most. He had kissed her and almost disregarded the fight. She wasn't done yet, but he did not appear to care. She was outraged, but only God understood why. She understood who she was upset with, but why did she feel so angry when he stopped? Was it because she didn't want him to, or because 'she' didn't stop him?

He eventually came to a stop where she had parked her car. He said nothing, and neither did she. She got down and observed that he didn't go until she did first. Any woman would have gushed about that, but she didn't enjoy how he treated him like a lady.

She drove home. Asli was tired and wanted to just throw herself into a deep hot bath. However, she couldn't pull herself out of bed after the heater was back on. Sleep took over her without her permission.

Her body twitched and her legs rose forth as if fleeing from an unseen dread. Her eyelids twitched, and her eyes moved quickly beneath them. A deep, keening cry rose in her throat, ready to come out.

She was held captive in a nightmare, reliving an experience she preferred to forget. Marco's voice echoed in her head, his words full of hatred. 'Look at them when you shoot them.'

Asli's small body jerked, her six-year-old self crying out in anguish. 'I can't. They're crying.'

Her adoptive father's grip on her neck tightened, his fingers digging deep into her skin. 'Look them in the eye and shoot them! Or I'll throw you out onto the streets to live with them. Shoot... them... now.'