Asher All American Novels & Stories

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Ashier winced in pain as the physician worked, but he remained still, knowing it was necessary for his recovery. As the physician worked, Alisha anxiously watched, her worry etched across her face. She had hoped for better news, but her heart sank when the physician began to explain the severity of Ashier's condition. The physician revealed that Ashier had lost a significant amount of blood, more than they had initially realized. The physician expressed disappointment that the message sent by the earlier physician hadn't conveyed the gravity of the situation.

asher said in a hoarse tone, squeezing my palm uncomfortable hard, till I yank it out. “ sorry” His hands fork his hair for the third time now as he exhale deeply, “ we would just grab it, and leave, it late” he said, cutting through the line, as we go to the top. “ you are killing the traditional spirit “ ones again in a not so fluent English, as he narrows his brow at asher, who had his eyes glued at the man smirking at him, my eyes travel back to asher, the man sighs, “ two burger coming up”

The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die. Asher leaned against a customized Harley, his bandaged arm in a sling, looking unfairly seductive despite the fact that he was currently being a brooding prick. “It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.”

said Mila Hernandez, Asher's secretary, a middle-aged Mexican-American woman with olive-colored skin, soft brown eyes, and a warm smile. "Good morning Mrs. Hernandez, I had a rough morning, I am not to be disturbed until I say otherwise," Asher instructed and walked into his office. "Hey champ, didn't get any sleep?" Jackson Jax Brown teased. "Screw you, Jax," Asher flash one of his well-practiced soulless business smiles.

Ash sensed him and cursed loudly. "Oh, what the fuck?!"

well, the truth was laid bare. Asher was the bastard.

Chapter 37 After taking a shower, I lay down, but I'm not able to sleep. The one thought running rampart through my mind is what Ash told me. Donald works for the Russian mafia, and now Ash is going to kill him. He may already even be dead now. I change positions, trying to get comfortable as my mind continues to replay what Ash said to me. Donald is a paid personal of the Russian mafia. After recalling those words over and over again, I shift positions so many times I lose count.