Chapter 32

"Fuck it. I'm a pussy whipped motherfucker," Ash grumbled to himself as he drove up to the gates of the Sitnikov mansion.

It had taken three hours after Anya's departure before he decided to go look for her. He realized he didn't care if she was spoiled brat. He loved the little troublemaker. He would just have to do his best to meet her standards, and if he came up short, he would take her to bed, where he knew he was capable of fulfilling her every wish.

He just had to brave the lion's den and convince her he was in it for the long run. He would then see about purchasing some restraints so when she got mad he could tie her down and keep her from flying away back to the gilded cage, under her brothers supervision. Hopefully he didn't get himself shot in the process.

"Asher Bowles to see Anastasia Sitnikov," he announced himself when the speaker box demanded to know who he was.

"Drive around," demanded the voice with a thick Russian accent.

Ash knew without a doubt that the v