Chapter 23

When Olivia enters her apartment, she wants to tell Asher about what she heard, but she refuses to, for now.

The mob boss needs her care. Olivia locks the door behind herself and scurries to Asher. "You need to sit down. You're about to pass out," Olivia uselessly comments.

She guides them to the left and grabs a chair on her way that she tucks against the column linked to her small American-styled kitchen. Asher sits down.

"Can I remove your shirt so I can take a look at your wounds?" Olivia questions, and Asher nods, the latter growing more and more out of it at each second that elapses.

Olivia gently pulls Asher toward her, enough to slide down the coat from the shoulders and lower them to the elbows before entirely removing it.

"I'll cut your shirt off, okay? It'll be easier this way and less painful for you." Olivia asks and proceeds to look for the scissors. She has yet to get a response.

Olivia realizes that at this point, she's blabbering, Asher not even hearing her, but she h