Asher All American Novels & Stories

When someone strikes my cheek with the very tip of their boot, I'm thrown onto my back, coughing up thick, syrupy blood as it comes up my throat and spills over my bottom lip. "She's never going to talk," one of the horribly harsh men sneers. "Just f*cking kill her. Save us the damn trouble of keeping her alive." Another man snorts, cocking his head sideways as he looks at my pitiful state at their feet. "She'll talk eventually. He did say to try anything to get her to talk. Maybe we should show her a little hospitality first. She looks like she'd be a decent f*ck—" Asher storms into the room, swinging a long, wooden bat through the air so fast I can't even track it. He hits the man above me

Asher made a quick shower and change his suits to a comfy pair of turquoise shorts and a plain white t-shirt where his biceps almost fill the edge of it. He's a fit guy and anyone fell for his muscular chest and broadened abs. He rubs his hair to make it messy and it adds a cooler look to him. He decided to go downstairs to meet Maggie and his mom for dinner even he's not glad to do it. He just doesn't want to hurt his mom since she's very sensitive in a moment like this.

I wanted to see the man who had discarded me look up from the dirt and realize who had truly destroyed him. Asher’s heavy SUV roared down the concrete ramp, entering the garage with a deafening screech of tires. He killed the engine, slammed the door, and strode toward us, his massive frame still dripping with rainwater and grease from the perimeter sweep. His dark shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing the hard, scarred muscle beneath.

"You've grown up, Chloe." "Not by choice," I said with a bitter smile. "Don't worry," he said, squeezing my hand. "I'll make sure you get justice. Your parents will watch over you from above." … The following week, Wayne worked fast. He located my parents' former accountant and obtained the complete financial records from the past decade. Silas had indeed drained the ten-million-dollar medical fund.

Ashley shut her eyes tightly, trying to process what just happened. She opened her eyes and staring at her in the face was Claire, Alex's girlfriend. Fury burned her face bright red. "Who the hell do you think you are to lay your filthy hand on me?"Ashley yelled, her chest moving upward and downward repeatedly as she breathed heavily. "And who the f**king hell do you think you are to talk back at him? Do you know who he is?" Claire snapped.

I'll give the bracelet back too. I descended the steps and stopped half a yard in front of him. I took out a thick file from my handbag and threw it into his face. In a serious voice, I said, "Wayne, everything in here is evidence and documentation from the three assassination attempts and five corporate espionage incidents you faced over the past seven years. The knife wound I sustained is repayment to you for saving my life back then. "The moment I slipped that bracelet onto Ingrid's wrist, Hillary Waldram died. The woman standing here now is Hillary Lachlan."

The grass is like stain, as I join him, letting it crept up my bare legs. "All your feelings here, as a mortal, are heightened. Everything will feel softer, harder, taste nicer, and repulsive. Right now Aspen has a few dampers on your emotions, to help with how you cope. At least that's what I assume he's up to. Remember, they never consulted me with any of this," Asher grumbles, looking out over the cliff. "My heart bleeds for you," I mutter sarcastically. Asher shakes his head at me, his eyes blazing. "I see your attitude hasn't been hindered at all. Unfortunate."

“Okay, this is total BS. Why on earth would Sasha do something like this? All the elites will come for her! God, she's fucking cunning.” He sounded like he was talking more to himself. But yeah…he was right. Sasha just confirmed that subs were really bullied to death at Delengade and she even turned in her own friend. All to convince me she was serious about being a changed person? I hated to admit it, but it was working. My phone started to ring again and I answered it knowing it had to be Layla. “Are you done watching?” She asked. I turned to Peter whose expression was hard as he stared at me.

Drake cleared his throat and continued, "Now, about your situation. I want to help you seek justice and closure for what happened to your family. Do you have any pictures of the man who ordered the attack on your family? Or any leads, anything that could help us track him down?" Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He reached for a small envelope on the coffee table and pulled out a photograph. The image showed a man in a suit, a sly smile on his face, exuding an air of power and confidence. "This is him," Jeff seid, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's the one who ordered the hit on my family."

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.