Chapter 50: + - 50+
The chain links on Asher’s wrists jingled like a foreboding alarm, his eyes lit up like a blaze.
"M-Mafia King Asher," Toma choked out, his hand tingling.
The Mafia King wasn’t supposed to be here, he hadn’t even been expecting Jael to bother coming down, much more the Mafia boss himself.
Caspian’s lip was split, a visible red handprint on his face. The image of Asher blurred, teardrops gathering at his eyes, refusing to fall down his face.
Asher had come for him.
The occupants of the warehouse seemed to be put under a spell, standing frozen.
Only Asher moved, he closed the distance, dark red hair wild, his dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down.
He towered over Toma, grabbing the Beta’s jaw like he had done to Caspian a few moments ago.
"I heard you had a deal for me," He continued calmly, the black leather straps still around his wrists.
Toma lost his voice, shaking his head in spasms, pupils still dilated.
Asher tilted his head to the side, "No?"