A NEW DAWN.
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Asher knew he had to complete what had already started. Else, more assassins would keep coming. Pistol-strapped and fully armored, he rode to the warehouse, his eyes scanning the space for any sign of movement.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Gustavo. His face twisted into a snarl. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he spat. "You think you can take out my men and then come after me?" "You betrayed me. And now, you must die."
Asher didn't respond. He simply raised his gun and fired, the bullet whizzing past the boss's ear. The boss ducked behind a crate, returning fire with his own gun.
The warehouse erupted into chaos as Asher and Gustavo exchanged gunfire. The heavy sound of bullets filled the air, and the smell of gunpowder hung over the space.
Asher moved swiftly, dodging and weaving between the crates and boxes. He was a master of the warehouse, knowing every nook and cranny. The boss, on the other hand, was more reckless, firing wildly in an a
ttempt to hit him.
As the gunfight continued, the boss allies started tropping in. The boss was getting desperate, he needed to escape. Bodies kept falling as Asher skillfully fired his gun... Finally, he saw his chance. He took aim, his finger squeezing the trigger. The bullet hit the boss with precision, and he crumpled to the ground.
The warehouse was silent now, the only sound being the echo of gunfire still ringing in the air. The hitman stood tall, his chest barely rising with each breath. He had taken out the boss and his men and he had emerged victorious.
But as he turned to leave, he saw a figure watching him from the shadows. A figure who had been there all along, Watching and waiting. Asher's eyes narrowed, his gun ready to be fired. Who was this new player, and what did he want? He pondered.
The figure came out of hiding and raised up his hands in physical surrenderance.
"Hi, I'm Tristan. "The guy who called you to warn you about the plot," he said.
Asher looked at him deeply before he responded "Who are you, and why did you call me? "How did you get to know about Reeves' plan?"
"I overheard him talking about it to one of the guys, and I was present when he told his boss you betrayed him."
"And why should I not kill you?"
"Because I just saved your life and you owe me." He responded boldly.
Asher was shocked at the way he boldly responded. Other guys would have a hint of fear in their voices at the mention of his name talk less of physically responding to him. Asher knew he liked this man.
"What is the next step for us?" Tristan asked him.
"Us???"
"Yes, US. You don't expect me to just stand alone or abandon you after what just happened. Plus, I don't see the dead body of the man behind the action."
For a moment, Asher knew he had failed. He should have gone after the man who had lied against him but instead he had, out of anger, killed the whole clan. Tristan was right after all. He needed him at his side, but his pride wouldn't even let him admit it.
"We rebuild."
"I know a good club if you need some place to chill out." Tristan whispered.
***
PRESENT DAY.
Natalia's POV:
I woke up cuddled in his arms. Memories of last night flashed through my mind. That was the most brutal yet pleasurable night I've ever had since I began working here. I gently untangled myself from him, picked up my clothes and left the room. Madame Quinne and most of the other girls weren't around, so I just took my bags and left.
I got a cab quickly and arrived home. I got into the shower and immediately the water touched my skin. I remembered last night, and immediately I inserted two of my fingers into my v****a and fuckkk it felt so good. I know that guy just took advantage of me but I couldn't help but enjoy the moment. I took my bath and I left the bathroom to get something to eat and I slept off.
In case you're wondering who I am, my name is Natalia Taylor. Talia for short. I'm a college dropout. I have no absolute idea about who my parents are. I work as a waiter in Madame Quinne's exotic club because that's the only way I can afford to take care of myself.
***
"Gosh, Talia, you've been all smiles since this morning. Tell me about it."
Kiara Simpson, my best friend and roommate, has been stuck up on my throat since I got home. I mean, I had a not-so-different night and she has been disturbing me for details.
"Kiaraaa, what do you want me to say? I had a normal night, and you know that."
"There is nothing normal about last night, girlll. Plus, I heard you in the bathroom earlier. You know I won't let you be until I know what happened. So, as soon as you fill me in, I'll let you be."
"Fineee. You're such a handful."
I recounted last night to her without skipping any details. When I was done, Kiara started blushing like crazyyy.
"Now you know why I'm all smiles today."
"Goshhh, you're one crazy b***h! Do you even know who he is?"
"I have literally no idea, but he's so damn good."
Kiara immediately threw one of the cushion pillows at me...
"What was that for?" I replied, pouting. "You fool, you're smiling again." "I'm not supposed to cry." Am I?" "You should," she replied, laughing hysterically.
My best friend is such a character!
"Uhmn..Kiera?"
" Yes girlll"
"There's something I have to tell you..."
"What's with the serious expression? "You're not having a baby, are you?"
"A baby?? No no. It's something else. Something different."
"I'm listening to you..."
"I'll be going to college soon. I have already been accepted in Canada."
"You applied for college in another state and got accepted, and you never thought of telling me about it? Wow"
"I'm sorry, K. I wasn't so sure about going back to school. I literally didn't want to get your hopes high that's why I decided not to tell you about it."
"That's not an excuse. You're my best friend. You should tell me everything. And no, I won't accept your apology."
"Pretty pleaseeee." I replied, blinking my eyes and pouting.
"Not working"
"Okayyy. What do you want? Popcorn? Ice-cream?? Sharwama???"
"None of them."
"None? Alright then. None it is..." I was about to sleep on my bed when I heard her voice...
"Sharwama with heavy cream and triple sausages. Apology declined still." She replied, frowning hard.
I gave her a huge hug. "That's my girl. I love you soooo much."
***
The next day, I went to see Madame Quinne at the club to formally resign because I wanted to continue with my academics and things didn't really go as expected. She paid me less than my salary with the false excuse that she would run into a loss in her business. I had no choice than to accept what she offered.
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