Asher drove down the road, taking corners so sharply that the other drivers were forced to slam their brakes. He didn’t slow, not even when horns blared in protest. Hunger gnawed at him, anger burned through him, and desperation coiled tight in his chest. He needed to punish his little one.
His cousin, that bastard, had poked a nerve by bringing that topic up again. And he knew why. He knew exactly why. But what that i***t didn’t realize was that no one could bring down Asher Dominic. No one could predict him. His mind was unreachable, its gears turning in ways no ordinary man could fathom.
Every thought he had was a weapon. Every move was a manipulation. The world was his chessboard, and everyone else, pawns to be maneuvered. He calculated, he schemed, he won. Always. And he spared no o
