Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 182: "I’ll remind her who her enemies are"

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Two

Demir

He sat beneath the tree like a man waiting out a sentence, one boot planted in the dirt, smoke curling lazily from between his fingers. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to soothe the heat coiled in his chest.

The woman from earlier had been... adequate and forgettable.

And still, the thought of someone else’s hands on Asli had ruined everything.

His jaw tightened. His grip on the cigarette did too.

Who had dared? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

And worse, how had she allowed it?

The question gnawed at him, sharp and relentless, until headlights cut through the compound gates.

Daniel.

Demir flicked the cigarette away before it had even burned halfway, ash scattering as he straightened, his spine stiff, and eyes locked on the car rolling to a stop. Impatience radiated off him in waves. This... this was why he kept Daniel close. He was mostly effective.

Daniel stepped out.

"Well?" Demir said at once.

Daniel didn’t answer immediately. His hesitation was brief, but Demir caught it. His fingers flexed at his side.

"It’s Ahmet," Daniel said.

For a heartbeat, Demir just stared. Then he laughed.

It was not a chuckle. Not even a disbelief softened by humor. It was a sharp and barking sound that cut through the quiet, loud enough to startle the guards nearby. He dragged a hand through his hair, still laughing, shaking his head as if he’d just been told the most ridiculous joke.

He should’ve issued a punishment for such a joke, but it was so funny, he forgot about punishment.

"That’s funny," he said at last, breathless. "Very funny."

His eyes slid back to Daniel, narrowing.

"I’ll let that one go," Demir continued lightly. "Try again. Who is she seeing?"

Daniel didn’t look away this time.

"Ahmet, sir."

The laugh died.

The silence that followed was heavy and wrong. Demir’s face went still, as though something inside him had frozen mid-fracture. His hands curled slowly into fists.

No.

That name didn’t belong anywhere near her.

His chest tightened, breath turning shallow, sharp. "Say that again," he said, quietly now.

Daniel didn’t. He didn’t need to.

Demir took a step forward, fury finally breaking through, raw and unfiltered. "No," he snapped. "That’s a lie."

Because Asli wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

Not with him. Not with that man.

The thought continued to claw at him, vicious and unbearable, and somewhere deep inside, something ugly began to smile.

Ahmet’s name should never exist in the same space as hers. He kept repeating. Why? How was this possible?

It was wrong on every level that mattered.

His bloodline alone made it forbidden. The son of the man she knew destroyed her family. The heir to the very empire her life had been shaped to dismantle. Fate didn’t just put them on opposite sides, it carved the line in blood long before she learned how to fire her first gun.

If she was touched by him, it meant everything had gone wrong.

It meant Marco’s training had failed. It meant her hatred had softened.

It meant Demir was losing ground. And that... that was something he didn’t want to believe. How could she like someone who wasn’t him? Was he not all she needed?

Why him instead? Did she forget Ahmet was her enemy?

"She is supposed to kill him," Demir said quietly, the words heavy with certainty. "Not fall into his bed."

This was eating him up and it would kill him if he didn’t do something about it.

His fingers dug into the bench beneath him as the image burned behind his eyes. Ahmet close to her. Ahmet alive near her. Ahmet breathing the same air she was. Ahmet caressing her skin. Asli whispering his name over and over again.

No.

If Ahmet was touching Asli, then the past meant nothing to her. How can she belittle herself in this manner? How could she be foolish enough to allow the man whose father murdered her entire family touch her?

No wonder his uncle wasn’t going to put her in charge. The careful order of things was collapsing. And Demir had never been kind when order was threatened.

His smile was slow. Cruel. Certain.

"Then I’ll remind her," he murmured, rising to his feet, "who her enemies are."

And who had the right to decide who lived long enough to love her.

Daniel gave a short nod, his jaw tight. "What’s the plan?"

Demir didn’t answer immediately. He turned away, pacing once, then stopping as if a thought had finally settled into place. His mouth twisted, not into concern, but calculation.

"If my uncle finds out," he said quietly, "he won’t hesitate. He’ll erase her. He’ll make sure there’s nothing left of her."

He glanced back at Daniel, his eyes empty of warmth. "So I will have to save her. Again."

The word save tasted wrong coming from him, and he knew it. But he didn’t care.

"She gets to live because I decide she does," he continued, almost thoughtful. "I’m generous like that."

Daniel hesitated. "You said you weren’t sure she was carrying a child."

Demir waved a hand, dismissive, and irritated by the delay. Facts bored him when they stood in the way.

"I’m not waiting to be sure," he said. "Possibilities are enough." His gaze hardened. "If there’s anything there, it must be out tonight." He paused and looked around as if he could find her there. "Where is she?"

The question wasn’t a concern. It was a sentence waiting to be carried out. Silence broke into the atmosphere like a thief. It was then he remembered he didn’t ask how he found out, hoping that he was wrong about the discovery. After all, he didn’t present any proof.

"How," he asked quietly, "did you find that out?"

Daniel didn’t answer at once. He shifted his weight, the gravel crunching beneath his shoes, as if buying himself a second. "I asked around" he said carefully. "One of the men was already following her."

Demir’s jaw tightened. "Who?"

"Apparently, Asli shot his ear. He has been waiting for a good time to strike." Daniel answered.

"Why? What did he do?" Demir got interested.

"They drugged her. They were..." Daniel cleared his throat before continuing, "Going to take turns."

Usually, Demir would’ve gotten excited but this was his woman. How dare they covet what was his?

"Kill him!" Demir ordered.

"Ahmet?" Daniel asked and he shot him a ’are you kidding me look.’

"If you think it was easy to kill him, don’t you think my Uncle would have done that already? That is why he raised Asli for that but unfortunately, she just had to be a woman and ruin everything he had worked hard for." He said, though his voice had gone thin and dangerous.

"We can join hands with his enemy," Daniel suggested.

"That man," Demir muttered, more to himself than to Daniel, "doesn’t get to look at her. Doesn’t get to touch what was placed under my protection."

Protection. The lie settled comfortably on his tongue.

He stopped pacing and faced Daniel again, his eyes alight with something cruel and resolved.

"Make sure my Uncle doesn’t hear about this. We’ll save her and force my Uncle to ask her to finally kill him."