Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: “You knew, didn’t you?”

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The silence stretched like a blade.

Cole stood still, his fists at his side, and fingers twitching with restraint. Markus’ question continued to hang in the air like a trap: ’Do you perhaps have feelings for Asli?’

His chest rose. Fell. Rose. Fell. Then... again and again.

He didn’t respond... at least not with words. But his right hand continued to curl into a fist, his thumb tucked in too tightly. He held it, knuckles white, then loosened. Then clenched again. His pulse thudded in his palm.

Markus saw it, raised a brow, but said nothing.

Ahmet, though, was watching him with more than curiosity. He was studying him... his twitching hand, and the flicker in his eyes. And he saw it. They could tell how painful it must have felt yet Cole didn’t feel it.

It was not a Mafia man’s nervous tick. It was a man at war with himself.

Jealousy surged through Ahmet like wildfire under his skin. A beast, barely leashed, clawed its way up from his gut and pressed against his ribs.

The idea of the man in front of him— Cole... harboring something deeper for Asli cracked something wild inside him.

She was his.

His woman.

He knew she wasn’t. Not really. Not entirely. He had never said it out loud, never labeled what they had. She on the other hand had never once allowed him to hold her without her probably reminding herself this was a mere desire to satisfy the flesh.

But Ahmet had memorized the curve of her back, the sound of her breathing as she slept, the softness beneath all that fire. It meant something. It should mean something.

Didn’t it?

He swallowed, hard, forcing his fists to stay loose at his sides.

Was Asli his? Was she his to fight other men off?

"Alright," Markus said suddenly, his tone light like air but with that smirk that always pushed boundaries. "Okay, okay, lovebirds, take it easy. I am starting to feel like the third wheel here."

He wanted to make a joke about the two men being in love with each other to cut out the tension. However, his next joke almost had a gun pointed to his head. "You know, she could only be good with guns and not..."

Ahmet’s glare snapped to him, sharp enough to cut steel. His jaw clenched.

Cole turned too, his voice dry and low, every word laced with warning. "Don’t joke about her like that."

Markus blinked, caught off guard. He knew how Cole sounded when he was angry. But this... this was different.

"I will tolerate a lot, Markus," Cole added, voice harder now, more certain. "But I won’t tolerate disrespecting her. Ever."

For a second, no one moved.

Ahmet’s eyes drifted to Cole again. He noticed the way Cole stood... tense, sure, possessive in his own right. That burned even more. He knew what loyalty was. He knew what Cole’s loyalty was when they intentionally tortured him to make sure he didn’t catch on that they were only protecting Asli and him.

However, that... that wasn’t loyalty.

That was desire.

He could feel his own hands shaking with the need to act. The need to do something.

Probably hit him. Threaten him. Remind him who she belonged to. Who she ran to after she was called. Ahmet wanted to scream that he took her virginity. He wanted to tell him he was the one she always begged to take her over and over again.

The only one.

He could barely keep himself still.

"Do you really think," he said finally, voice low, almost casual but deadly quiet, "... she would ever think of you that way?"

Cole did not flinch. But his gaze dropped to the floor. Just a little. He could avoid the question... choose not to answer.

"I don’t want to find out," he muttered.

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