Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss

Chapter Forty-Five

Ahmet's jaw clenched in anger as he approached the door. He had been seething with rage since last night. He acted his cool around her when he found her in her car and took her to his private apartment.

The thought of someone spiking her water, of trying to touch her, to r*pe and have a taste of her, made his blood boil. It was still boiling.

He wanted to kill. He wanted to punish someone, to make them pay. To kill those who thought it was okay to touch his woman.

His woman.

He hadn't realized yet that he thought of her like that.

His fists were clenched at his sides. He was going to make them regret ever doing that. Something was telling him Asli wouldn't stay put. However, he didn't care about breaking the right arms if only their left was broken.

As he reached the door, he didn't even bother to take a deep breath to try to calm himself down. Oh, his anger still simmered just below the surface, waiting to erupt at any moment. He knew catching a glimpse of them would do that.

He pushed open the door, and a faint smile spread across his face as he took in the scene before him. The room was dark, and the only light in the room was coming from a few flickering torches held by the Mafia leaders. Two men were kneeling beside Maxwell, who was clutching at his ear and wincing in pain.

The air was thick with tension and fear, and he could sense the weight of panic hanging over the room like a dark cloud. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of amusement and contempt.

Were these men, not the Mafias supposed to inherit their father's and their grandfather's legacies?

It seemed that someone had already taken care of the problem, and had already taught them a lesson. He knew who that was. But this wasn't enough for him. Why was only Maxwell hurt? And even so, why was it just his ear he was holding?

"Who the hell brought the idea?" Ahmet yelled at the top of his voice.

"Get lost, Ahmet. Both you and your little girlfriend should get lost!" One of the Mafias shouted back and the rest seemed to agree.

Too bad, when he was going to ruin them yet they didn't seem to fear him but his 'little girlfriend'. Even though she didn't even do anything to them. And was it not ironic that they were scared of her yet they decided to harm her?

There were three things Ahmet hated and wouldn't forgive anyone for doing. One, touching his mum. Two, wounding him, and three, not fearing him.

Ahmet charged towards the men like a raging bull, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. One of the six men caught off guard, stumbled backward as Ahmet's blows rained down on him. The sound of crunching bone and flesh filled the air as his punches connected with precision and force.

The room erupted into more chaos as the other men scrambled to get out of the way. "Are you out of your mind? Are you starting a war over some..."

"I dare you to finish that statement!" Ahmet dared and they all kept quiet.

"Touch any of us again and we'll actually start a war." Another man threatened. But Ahmet was unstoppable, his fury and adrenaline fueling his attack connected with the man who just threatened him. He continued to punch and kick his way through the men, taking down anyone who dared to fight him back.

They stumbled backward, some with their eyes wide with fear as Ahmet's fists continued to pummel them. He was too fast, too strong. He delivered punches that sent most of them crashing to the floor.

Ahmet enjoyed the dread he saw in their eyes. It simply made him stronger. He delighted in the horror emanating from their very pores, and his own rage and resentment fed off of it.

When the other men realized that Ahmet was not going to stop anytime soon, began to call for a truce as if this was a battle.

He spotted Maxwell who still clung to his ear. A cruel grin formed on Ahmet's face, and charged towards him. Oh, he knew Maxwell was responsible.

But then, as his back was facing the other five men, some who were on the floor and some covered with their own blood, one of the men swung a meaty fist at Ahmet's back.

He turned and delivered a swift kick to the man's knee. The man doubled over, gasping for breath, as Ahmet delivered a series of rapid-fire punches that sent him crashing to the floor.

"Stop... It... Man." Everyone seemed to cry out. There was this fury that consumed him too much he didn't want it to quench until he punched everyone to death.

A few minutes later, a bunch of men barged into the room. It wasn't until then he stopped. "Touch her again and you all won't live another day for a fight," he warned as he left the room.

But was he satisfied? He doubted that. Was he likely to kill any of them when the opportunity presented itself?