Asher knocks on the door, his brows furrowed. The door opens, revealing a sleepy Paul in his pajamas. Paul rubs his eyes, unsure if he is seeing correctly or not. When the scene in front of him doesn’t change, he looks t Asher surprised and opens a full door to let him in.Asher is someone who never comes to anyone. Even when he was in distress, he would call or text and never visit him.But now, here he stands. This had Paul think about what exactly had happened for him to take this step.“What happened, Ashy,” Paul asks softly when they both settle in his bed.“Paul, I shouldn't like it this much. I don't know why I do,” Asher huffs into the mattress where he is covering his face. “I need to take my distance from Olivia.” “Why should you?” Paul asks, bewildered.“Because I like what’s happening between us too much. It's making me feel so weird,” Asher admits. “There is this plummet in my chest sometimes, and it scratches, and then she said that before heading to bed, and it was so…
Is he flirting? is the thought that runs through her mind, but she laughs at her own thought because why would Asher flirt with her, seriously? Olivia: Anyway Olivia: Do you want a photo or not? Ash: Yes, I do Olivia: [Picture attached] Olivia: I'm sorry for yesterday. Mob Boss Ash Olivia: I hope my cute-hot-ness helps you forgive me Asher coos at the picture without worrying about his surroundings. "God, she is so cute" Everyone in the dining hall gap at him when he says it aloud. Steve, who was sitting at Asher’s left end of the table, takes a secret video of him smiling, swooning at something on his phone for future use. He has an inkling about what it might be. Just to confirm it, he sends the video to the person in his head. SL: [Video attached] Olivia: What is that? Olivia: Wait Olivia: Is that your home??? SL: Yes, but it stays between us Olivia: And mob boss Ash stays with you all? SL: Yes Olivia: Who is she? Olivia: Whom does he find cute? SL: Did you send hi
Ash: I'm fairly certain I doOlivia: How about a game?Olivia: If you guess right, I give you something, and if not, the oppositeAsh: DealOlivia: You can only ask one questionAsh: One??Ash: Sounds unfairOlivia: Too bad Mob Boss AshAsh: Fine, fineOlivia: Ask awayAsh: Do you want pastries?Olivia: HOW THE F*CKAsh: WhatOlivia: HOWAsh: ???Ash: I thought it was obvious you wanted that?Olivia: NO, IT IS NOT??Ash: It is pretty obviousOlivia: No, it's notOlivia: ...Olivia: Or is it...Olivia: Your stupidity is rubbing off on meAsh: At least it's just my stupidityOlivia: What the f*ckAsh: I didn't mean it the way it soundedOlivia: Did you really not, huhAsh: I won. By the wayOlivia: You are changing the subjectAsh: YesAsh: I wonAsh: Give me my rewardOlivia: Oh, how the turns have tabledAsh: That's not what the saying isOlivia: You have been a good boy, so you do deserve your rewardOlivia: What does Ashybear want?Ash: You exhaust meOlivia: Name your priceAsh: Yo
Olivia: Good Morning, Mob Boss AshOlivia: Have you ever killed someone?Ash: It's seven in the morning, OliviaOlivia: I know?Olivia: I said Good MorningAsh: How did you end up typing that questionOlivia: Well, I was brushing my teeth, and I was wonderingOlivia: If you could kill someone with a toothbrushOlivia: And lead me to if you have ever killed someoneOlivia: Fairly simpleAsh: Of course, you wondered thatOlivia: ExactlyOlivia: So?Ash: I haveOlivia: Do you feel remorse about it?Ash: For a few, yes. For most, no, not at allOlivia: Fair enoughAsh: Fair enough?Ash: That's all you have to say?Olivia: I'm guessing you don't kill for the fun of it in some sort of psychopath way, so yeah, fair enoughOlivia: It's not like you kill 'innocent' people, right?Olivia: 'Innocent' because is anyone ever really innocentAsh: I have never killed for fun or innocent peopleAsh: As far as I know, for that last pointOlivia: I'm suddenly realizing this isn’t a very morning-appropr
“Sh*t.”“Can I let them in already or not? It’s been five minutes,” Mia notes as though Olivia had not been counting the seconds since she received the mob boss’ texts.“I can’t escape from this, can I?” Olivia asks herself as she paces back and forth, ignoring her friend’s reply. “It’d be rude to tell them to leave now that they’ve come all the way down here, and you’ve raised me better than that.”“Exactly.” Without any further ado, Mia swings the door open at the same time Olivia’s head snaps to the entrance.“Hey! Sorry for the wait. Come in.” Mia’s smile is evident in her voice, her usual joy contagious ricocheting against Olivia’s apprehension.Steve is the first one to enter, followed by Paul, the two bearing wide smiles that Olivia mirrors, albeit more shakily and uncertain.Then, Olivia sees him, and her anxiety veers into an irritation that has Olivia stomping forward, brushing past the small group; Walter and Adam are absent. She halts at the door frame, glaring ahead at th
A yell of her name grabs Olivia’s attention, and she turns her head toward the source, finding Paul, Steve, and Walter already in one car, Asher leaning on an arm on the driver’s side’s window to speak with his brother, while Adam is installed in the truck, ready to drive it away.“Sit with me, precious?” Walter says, and his girlfriend immediately takes up on the offer. As she opens the door, Walter comes out. “You’ll have to be in the middle since Olivia’s computer is on the other side,” he continues, Mia not missing the opportunity to plant a kiss on Walter’s lips.“As long as I’m next to you,” Mia smiles.“Alright, lovebirds, settle in,” Steve interjects and shares an eye roll with Olivia, the latter biting back her laugh.“Adam will make sure to take some detours along the way just in case someone is following us,” Asher says to Paul. “Make sure to stick close to us, so we don’t lose each other. I don’t think Henry and the other two are anywhere near, but….”“We’ll be careful,” P
Olivia frowns. “Them?”“Everyone else,” Asher answers and meets Olivia’s gaze. “Acting all scared and cautious around me. I didn’t expect that from you with how you’ve been in texts.”“Speaking to someone through text and face to face are two different environments for me, apparently. Or when it comes to you. Or both.” Olivia says, and she wants to explain further, share more of her insecurities, but her mouth is sewed close by them.“That I’m realizing.”There’s something in the way Asher says this, too quiet and drained, unfitting for the man; or perhaps it’s in the way his tensed fist and stance loosens, however not in a relaxing manner, but rather a surrendering one.“It’s not your fault you’re—” Olivia starts but doesn’t know how to finish, not when she hurries the sentence out to keep Asher here, ensuring that the boss doesn’t leave her alone. “You’re a little… A little intimidating.” Among other things, Olivia refuses to approach.“I’m just me,” Asher says, and it sounds so fru
‘Ashy’ says naught, motionless from where he’s sitting, and Olivia’s selfishness becomes a little more eager, evolving into her laying her head on Asher’s shoulder, that sense of comfort and security back between them.Olivia surveys the expanse of Asher’s throat, the black hair at the base of the scalp, and she then detects a small scar on the side of the neck, one that looks somewhat new.“Where did you get that wound on your neck?” Olivia asks, her voice barely above a whisper.“Valentine’s fight.” Asher rasps.Olivia watches Asher lift a hand, the limb disappearing from Olivia’s vision, and when it does not come back down, she raises her head, reclining to peer at Asher.Asher’s palm is covering the lower part of his face. His features scrunched into a scowl, and the eyebrows furrowed so deeply that Olivia worries for a moment, even more, when she notices the redness overtaking Asher’s skin.Olivia checks the windscreen, thinking that perhaps the boss was struck by some sunburn, b