Have Her For Myself
1312 Words
Breanne draws back, hiding behind Casper. “Daddy?”
He drags her back so Asher can scrutinize her well. “What are you fretting for? It's nothing new. Everyone has sex.”
Asher's eyes trail Breanne. While he's pounding a woman on his desk, he's staring at another woman.
The predatory look in his eyes as he looks at her. His gaze is scalding on her skin. It's like he's undressing her with his eyes and she's about to be the next woman right under him, on that desk.
What horror.
Breanne gags.
“She's the one?” Asher gives one final stroke to the woman under him. She shivers and raises her hands to clutch him but can't because Asher is already pulling out and gathering himself, zipping his flyer.
His mate starts dressing herself too, her back turned to the people in the room.
Breanne admires this man's shamelessness.
Even at her age, she cannot boast of having her t**s sucked or getting f****d like that.
However, she's distracted by Asher approaching her. He's too big and too tall to be human.
He must be a werewolf or something because he can't actually be looking that menacing.
Towering above her, Breanne can see his features clearly.
His hair is tied messily at the back, exposing his articulate sideburns and a jagged scar on his neck.
Like the scar caused by a knife.
His eyes are blue-green and so empty. His skin is tan, he almost looks dark.
He reaches out for her, his fingers tangling with her fiery hair.
She is delectable.
Like a mouthwatering snack.
He grins. “Breanne for 9 million.”
“Daddy?” Breanne has an inkling of what the brawny man said but she doesn't want to believe.
Maybe there's still hope.
Maybe he still has love for me somewhere in his tiny, cold heart.
“Daddy. Please, take me out of here. I'm scared.”
“Shut up.” Casper barks at her and she flinches, then he turns to Asher, “Big Boss. You like what you see?”
Asher inhales through his mouth. He thrust his hands into his pockets and leaves them there. A cold glint crosses his eyes. “Casper Ford, what we had was good. We had a good game but I'm not buying this girl for 9 million bucks.” He accesses her. “She looks weak like she can't lift a broom or a knife. Of what purpose will she be to me?”
Breanne's heart drops. She looks at Casper in terror. “You want to sell me? Why? Why are you doing this to me?”
“But,” Asher's magnetic voice echoes and Casper's face lights up. “If you're so desperate to hand her to me, then, I have one condition.”
“What's that?”
“I just want one of your fingers. As a souvenir.”
Casper's face falls. He darts back in fear, falling into the sturdy chest of one of the henchmen and when he turns, the henchmen grins at him.
Devil. Devils!
Breanne is no better. Although her father had made a big mistake, it doesn't warrant severing one of his fingers. She gasps, her body trembling vigorously.
Casper stammers. “You... You can't... You... But she's already enough. You can do whatever you want to her. She's all yours—”
“Never,” Breanne spits furiously.
She'd put her life on this line for this man and this... This is how he repaid all those years of fear. Not enjoying her childhood…
“I'll never be a plaything for a small-time gangster.” She points at Asher furiously. “What you're doing here is a crime. I'll call the police on every one of you. Just you wait.” She whips out her phone and dials 911.
Asher reaches out and grabs a fistful of her luscious hair and yanks her forward so that her breasts slam into his chest.
It sends a jolt of something unfamiliar sizzling in her core.
He pulls at her head, tilting her head back so that she drops her phone and grabs his hands with both hands, her face grimacing in pain.
Her phone shatters as it connects to the ground.
Asher's squared face elongates in her gaze.
She gasps.
“Small-time gangster? Is that what you already think of me?”
“Let me go.”
“Little girl. Your daddy sold you to me for 9 million. He offered you as collateral. Now, I'll give him a choice.” He turns to Casper. “I know she's not the only daughter you have. I know you have three more of them. So, send them over and I'll let you go.”
Casper is filled with despair.
What is he asking of me?
The one I already offered is already enough!
“Or, you just let me take your forefinger and you don't have to humiliate your family any further.”
“No, Big Boss. Spare me. How will I play games with a severed finger? My folks will make fun of me.”
Breanne bites her lip.
He was given a way out but his precious daughters are out of question and she...
It fills her with rage.
Asher eyes his henchmen, especially the one Casper had bumped into earlier. “Badmon. His fingers are quite short so try to get a clean one.”
Breanne shudders. “No. Wait—” She thought this man was bluffing.
As the henchmen lunge toward Casper, grabbing him and pinning him on the floor, Breanne screams along with him.
Badmon pulls out a knife—for the flesh and a saw—for the bone and head towards his colleague and Casper.
Goosebumps fill every inch of her body. “Help! Help! Save us!”
Asher glances at her with furrowed brows. “You're so noisy.”
Breanne turns to him. “Motherfucker. What are you going to do about it? You're done for. I'll expose your little gang and put you in jail.”
Asher laughs. “I'm so scared.”
“You should be. You're all muscle and no strength. You'll cry blood when—mmh!”
That does it for Asher. His other hand finds her neck, squeezing her neck and ruthlessly cutting off her oxygen supply.
Breanne's eyes widen in desperation as she claws on his arms, veins popping on her forehead. She chokes.
Asher shoves her to the floor, his finger tightening around her neck.
Breanne is truly afraid now.
Will she die by this bastard's hands today?
She hadn't even lived life like her mates.
Who does she blame in this situation?
Her eyes trail Casper then her lids succumb and she turns immobile.
Asher turns away from Breanne, whipping his phone out of his pocket. “I should take a picture. The good finger of the legendary poker master, Casper Ford. Do you know if I auction it, people will fight to buy it from me.”
“You bastard.” Casper howls, tears gushing from his eyes. “You're a devil. I curse you. I curse you!” Spittle flies in all sorts of directions as he screams.
“You just sold your daughter, old timer and you call me devil?”
Casper starts to beg again, “if she's not enough, I can always pay back the rest of the money.”
Asher crouches down to meet Casper's eye level.
Casper can swear he's looking into the devil's eyes.
There's no warmth in Asher's eyes, even when he smiles.
It terrifies Casper.
“When I have your finger, Casper, what will I do with 9 million? I didn't expect you to be so fuckin' naive.” He pats Casper's head gently and walks out of the office.
Casper's muffled screaming ensues.
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