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Chapter 3 Mission

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  • MIAMI, FLORIDA
  • PRESENT DAY
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  • ~ Asher’s POV ~
  • Thump. Thump. Thump.
  • The music in the club was pumping. Asher’s heart was beating to the bass blaring on the speakers. As soon as he walked in, everyone’s eyes were turned to him. Guys were whispering and girls were giggling. But Asher, cool as the ice in the North Pole, didn’t care about any of that. Wearing his signature black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and his dirty blonde hair slicked to the side, he made his way into the VIP section.
  • “There you are, babe! I’ve missed you!” A blonde girl in a tight red dress suddenly appeared in front of him. She had a half empty glass of martini in her hand, and her other hand reached for his face.
  • “Didn’t you just see me last night?” Asher scoffed as he dodged her hand.
  • “Yeah, but I miss ya anyway,” the girl adamantly insisted, putting her hand on his chest.
  • Clingy girls turned him the hell off. Asher rolled his eyes and threw his glance to the crowd. When he found who he was looking for, he walked straight past her like she was yesterday’s news.
  • “Yo, Mikey!” he called out.
  • A big man with tattoos, a ponytail, and wearing a Hawaiian shirt turned out. His eyes lit up when he saw Asher coming closer.
  • “Yo! You ready for tonight, Ash?” Mikey exclaimed as the guys exchanged a high five.
  • “Who’d you got for me?” Asher replied as he took off his jacket.
  • Mikey glanced across the room. In the middle of that room was a stage surrounded by a glass wall. It was the arena for today’s underground fight.
  • “Big dude from New Orleans,” Mikey said as he nodded at a black guy who was standing on the other side of the glass. “Bets 3k he can take you down in the first round,”
  • “Huh. That’s funny,” Asher laughed.
  • “You’re taking it, right?” Mikey asked.
  • “Fúck yeah I’ll take that free money,”
  • Mikey let out a hearty laugh as he shook Asher’s hand. At this time, there were other guys who were coming up to Mikey, trying to get his attention. Mikey was running the game around here, so anyone who wants to fight had to go through him. Guys usually come here to make some money or practice their game, but for Asher, it was just another Tuesday night.
  • Asher threw his glance across the room and locked eyes with his future opponent. He sized up the guy, he was big. Probably 250 pounds. But then, Asher noted the way he moved, his back wasn’t straight. He probably had some back issues, so he wouldn’t be that fast. Asher let out a winning grin.
  • This is gonna be a quick one.
  • But before he could too excited, Asher’s phone suddenly buzzed in his jeans. He fished it out and saw the screen.
  • Private Number Calling.
  • Asher looked at the screen suspiciously. He changed his phone number every couple of weeks or so. How was someone with a private number contacting him?
  • “Hello?” he answered cautiously.
  • “Hey, how’s my favorite godson doing?”
  • A smile spread across Asher’s serious face. Just as he suspected, the Governor was calling him. Only one person in the world could pull this off.
  • “Uncle Damon!” Asher beamed into the phone. He walked away from the stage and toward the door where the music was less chaotic.
  • “You haven’t forgotten about me, have you?” Damon replied.
  • “Of course not. How are you, Uncle D?”
  • “Not too bad, I can’t complain. But listen, I need to ask you favor,”
  • “Anything for you, sir. You know I’m forever indebted to you,”
  • “Well, it’s kind of a big ask. I can’t tell you all details on the phone. Can you come home?”
  • “Right now?”
  • “It’s kind of an emergency,”
  • Asher looked around the room. Mikey was getting everybody ready. His opponent had even gone up to the stage.
  • Asher paused for a beat before saying, “Sure. I’ll be there,”
  • “Great. I’ll see you soon,”
  • Asher turned off the call and put his jacket back on. Mikey saw this and quickly came over.
  • “What’s goin’ on?” Mikey looked confused.
  • “I gotta head out,”
  • “Wait, you’re not fighting?”
  • “Nah,” Asher shook his head and stole the cigarette hanging on Mikey’s ear. “Give these guys a chance to win one of these nights,”
  • And with that, Asher headed out of the backdoor of the club where his black motorcycle was parked. He jumped on it in one swift move, and the next thing he knew, he was soaring down the open road.
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