‘Ashy’ says naught, motionless from where he’s sitting, and Olivia’s selfishness becomes a little more eager, evolving into her laying her head on Asher’s shoulder, that sense of comfort and security back between them.Olivia surveys the expanse of Asher’s throat, the black hair at the base of the scalp, and she then detects a small scar on the side of the neck, one that looks somewhat new.“Where did you get that wound on your neck?” Olivia asks, her voice barely above a whisper.“Valentine’s fight.” Asher rasps.Olivia watches Asher lift a hand, the limb disappearing from Olivia’s vision, and when it does not come back down, she raises her head, reclining to peer at Asher.Asher’s palm is covering the lower part of his face. His features scrunched into a scowl, and the eyebrows furrowed so deeply that Olivia worries for a moment, even more, when she notices the redness overtaking Asher’s skin.Olivia checks the windscreen, thinking that perhaps the boss was struck by some sunburn, b
Flashback... Violence, Blood, Knife, Injury * * * * * * * * * * * “One last thing,” Asher says and waits for the door to close to swiftly move around Henry, seize his collar, and trip the man to his knees. Caden and William both step forward at the same time, wanting to intervene, but Asher promptly grabs his gun tucked at the back of his pants, and he aims it at William’s head, Henry’s friends immediately freezing. “You two walk four steps forward,” he says with a jerk of his gun, William and Caden doing as asked before halting. “Any limb you may move from now onward will be shot along with a second one to serve as a lesson. Perhaps a third as a belated retribution.” Henry struggles in Asher’s hold, and Asher lets him go, for a fleeting moment of false grace, before he snatches the dark locks as Henry tries to stand. Then, in a gruesome burst of cracking sounds that resonates through Asher’s eardrums and swells at that simmering bubble of — perhaps unreasonable — vindication, h
An hour later, everyone showered and dressed in more comfortable and clean clothes. The group is loitering on the mattresses, forming a circle around the pile of food, plates, and bowls filling the core as they devour their dinner. On Olivia’s left is Steve, who seems to want to be around her as much as he does, and Olivia is happy. Next to Steve is Paul, then Mia, Walter, and finally Adam. Asher is settled on Olivia’s right, a foot and a half between them to accommodate everyone and have enough space to fit them all, a feat that Olivia both appreciates and despises. While Olivia’s apprehension considerably lessened to a point where she temporarily forgot of its existence, it is still there, and she’s reminded of it by the extended proximity since they sat down to eat, her and Asher the closest they have been so far minus watching The Vampire Diaries episode that Olivia wisely chooses to omit until a later day where she can yell about it. Half an hour later, perhaps more, and most o
Asher’s left arm is resting atop the couch in its whole length, and if Olivia were to scoot two or three foot toward him, then reclines against the couch, and then, god forbid, bends her head backward, her skin would come into contact with Asher’s hand.It’s an important amount of elements that must happen together for it to happen, but the possibility is there and suffices to send Olivia into a spiral of want and move and want want want.“We are not having a literal d*ck measurement contest,” Asher says, his right hand bringing the glass of cola to his lips as he takes a sip.How is Olivia aware of that?Because she’s watching Asher like a hawk, creep, and she snaps herself out of it.“Don’t be such a sourpuss, Asher. This is Adam’s job,” Steve says and is dragged back down by Paul. “Unless you’re self-conscious about your own size?”“I’m well endowed enough not to be self-conscious about anything, plus there’s nothing wrong about being small,” Asher quips, and, really, the conversat
Olivia is concentrating on her task while she takes the ice cube tray, popping out three cubes for each glass, and she even counts them out loud, albeit hushed, but it eases her mind out of that fogginess.She lumbers to the living room, sits on her knees in front of the mattress, and says to Adam, “Can you pass me the coke?”Adam glares at her, but Olivia is not bothered by the scorn for once, feeling curiously untouchable. “Give it to me,” Olivia insists, Adam relenting as he tosses the bottle her way.Olivia is careful when she serves herself and Asher the drink, as she was earlier with the ice cubes, perhaps too much, even, because two feet stop to her right along with a voice belonging to Asher.“As if. I never lose at Uno.”“That’s because you cheat too, Asher,” Adam retorts.“I don’t cheat,” Asher snips. “I’m that good.”“Sure thing,” Adam smiles and shakes his head, an event Olivia would be more amazed by if Asher had not taken her attention away with a single tap on her head.
It’s sudden and unexpected, taking everyone in the room by surprise.The sound is higher than what Olivia would have anticipated, yet still laced with a velvety low that Olivia has come to associate with Asher’s voice, even more as the mob boss bursts into laughter at Olivia’s jab.“Look at the damn cards, brat,” Asher says, and he’s still smiling, Olivia’s own lips reflecting it.“Fine, fine,” Olivia begins, and she’s about to add more when she notes the stretched silence in the room. She scans the living room, the others bewildered, and Olivia doesn’t really understand the dramatics because aside from herself and Mia, it can’t be the first time Asher’s friends hear him laugh.Asher notices it too, his mouth pressing into a thin line as he glares at the others. “I just laughed. Stop behaving and looking at me like I f*cking massacred someone,” he says, and his timber has an edge of discomfort that grows to an annoyance when his brother speaks.“It’s been a while since we’ve heard you
“They are so… Oh Olivia, this is… Marvelous.” Asher trails off, and his thumbs brush the footpad on Olivia’s paw, rubbing circles there before pressing, the retractable claws peeking out.“Even your claws are—” Asher forgoes the middle pad to maintain the paw up with one hand, using the index of his second one to poke at the four pads at the top. “They’re so pink….”“Asking again what the hell is wrong with Asher.” Adam reiterates, this time, his inquiry answered by Walter.“He loves dogs and is kinda obsessed with them, but in a good way, as you can see, and Olivia partially looks like a cute little dog,” Walter says.“How come you know and I don’t?” Adam stresses, miffed.“Well it—”“It’s so cute and small,” Asher whispers, still busying himself with fondling Olivia’s paw, kneading at the pads before scratching at the fur in between them. “I knew your fur would be soft. It looked so soft and silky.”“Her paw is the size of your head almost. How is that small?” Steve says.Asher’s ev
Sometime later….Olivia shuffles on his lap, Asher glancing down at the awakening wolf. Olivia yawns, displaying her acute teeth, and perhaps Asher has lost all sense of self-preservation because he wonders what those fangs would feel like if they were as sharp as they appear to be.Olivia twists on her stomach, and she pushes herself off to sit, barely leaving a second for Asher to admire the wolf’s elegance before Olivia gracefully jumps over the couch to land on the floor and saunter to the bathroom.“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting tired,” Steve says through a yawn, the rest following him with aborted grunts and sleepy words of approval. “Olivia, hurry. I was about to take a piss!”“M’done,” Olivia mumbles as she steps out of the bathroom a minute later, clad in her former clothes. She pads to the living room and bumps into Adam on her way there. She grabs a blanket and climbs on the couch, crawling toward Asher, her eyes half closed.Asher freezes when Olivia drops hersel
Group chatAsh: Is everyone here?Ash: We need to talk about the tournament nowAsh: Olivia received the invitationAJ: What?PS: You received yours as well Asher?Ash: I didn'tSL: You're not even her adopter yetAJ: That's weirdAsh: It may be because of NicolasAsh: Either way it happened and Olivia is participating in the tournamentAsh: I need everyone to be here so we can talk about itAsh: Olivia got the letter along with her keycard and a phoneWG: What did the letter say?OF: A summary of what TSM is and the rules about itOF: The fact that they kept using 'it' while talking about the hybrids pissed me offOF: F*cking a*sholesAsh: Hybrids are nothing to them aside from a source of money and entertainmentWG: What's TSM?Ash: The name of the tournament aka The Scarlet Masquerade, TSM for shortAsh: As I said previously TSM is a match to death with, more often than not, only one survivorAsh: It's brutal and unforgiving and no one ever comes out unscathed from itMC: Are you s
Ash: Olivia??Ash: What's happening?Ash: OliviaAsh: Members of the clan are on the wayAsh: They'll be there in less than thirty minutesOlivia: No Don'tOlivia: Call them backOlivia: I'm fineAsh: What the fuck do you mean you're fineOlivia: I made it sound worse than what it actually was and then I lost track of time dancingAsh: You'reOlivia: Don't be mean worried AsherAsh: I need a minuteOlivia: SorryOlivia: I should have sent another text to say I'm fine but it slipped my mindAsh: I thought something bad happened to you OliviaAsh: You can't do shit like thatAsh: Fucking hellAsh: I was a moment away from upturning the cityOlivia: I'm sorry...Olivia: I just wanted to distract myself from the creepy letter I gotAsh: A letter?Ash: This is what it's about?Olivia: YeahOlivia: There was a letter in my mailbox but the very creepy kindOlivia: There isn't even a returning or my own address on itAsh: Does it have a logo on it?Olivia: YesAsh: Red?Olivia: YesOlivia: Ho
Both stare at each other silently. Asher’s words ring in the silent room. His face is filled with uncertainty and hesitation but also assurance. He is willing to do that only if Olivia will accompany him during those nights.Olivia without even hearing his words understands the turmoil in Asher’s heart. “Of course, Asher. we can call, facetime, or text whenever there's one. I’ll always be there with you”“Thank you.” Asher’s face breaks into a smile.The genuine smile makes Olivia’s heart tingle “We'll make a bunch of good memories about storms so that the bad ones are gone.” She says with a smile.Asher looks surprised and delighted with the suggestion “I'd love that.”“Me too.”Olivia looks at Asher and suddenly she remembers something “Also, I'm learning how to bake.”“What? Why?” Asher looks confused and surprised.“I was supposed to give you a gift some time ago but it slipped my mind with all the mess that had been happening. And now I changed the present I want to give you.” Ol
They both go silent after that, looking at each other's faces not knowing what to say."What?” Olivia starts, she was offended by the silence from Asher “Did I say something wrong?" she asks Asher with a smile.Asher’s face lit up and he shook his head "No, not at all."His answer made Olivia satisfied, she nodded her head with a happy smile on her face. "Was there a thunder on your side?""Yeah, something like that." Asher’s face dims remembering the situation he was trying to ignore.Olivia notices and asks with a soft voice "Do you want to talk about it?"Asher looks startled "About what?" he asks with confusion."Why you're scared of storms."Asher peruses his lips and goes silent. His tongue comes out to lick his dry lips. He shifts on his bed curling on to himself "There's nothing much to say.""I'm still listening if you want to share." Olivia doesn’t prob, but still tries to talk to him.Asher is not someone who opens up to someone about his shortcomings. He has been trained t
Oly: What bad blood?Mia: I don’t know and Walter doesn’t know eitherOly: That’s weirdMia: A little yesMia: Plus he seems to really antagonize me for some reasonsOly: I seeMia: You’re starting to speak like himOly: Who?Mia: Ash -.-Oly: That’s because we’re rubbing off on each other :(Oly: I like him so much Mia he’s amazingOly: He has trouble understanding feelings and emotions and human relationships but he tries to despite everything he went throughOly: He could have given up, you know?Oly: If I were in his place I would have and I wouldn’t care about understandingMia: He’s an intelligent manOly: He isOly: I really like him a lotMia: Have you been testing the waters?Oly: A little? I don’t know how to do thatOly: I don’t flirt MiaOly: But maybeMia: Maybe?Oly: Maybe he likes me tooOly: MaybeOly: We’ll seeMia: That’s progress it’s okayMia: Anyway, I have to studyOly: Yes, yes, good luck and/or have funMia: Bye, will talk to you later* * * * * * * * * * * *A
Mia: He is a human Olivia, he's not a hybridMia was so confused about how did Olivia even got that thought in her pea-sized brain. She was still contemplating when Olivia replied to her message.Oly: What if he's just hiding it?Mia: He can adopt a hybridMia: Hybrids can't adopt another hybridMia tries to talk sense into Olivia who is very stubborn to listen to any of her explanations.Oly: Unless they falsified their documents and make themselves pass as a humanOly: Steve could have done thatMia: This is insaneOly: You didn't see him the way I didMia: Is it bothering you?Mia: Is this what it's about?Olivia is quick to rejectOly: NoOly: It's about how he behaved and the fact that I know he's hiding a secret from meOly: Which is fineOly: But I can't stop myself from wondering, my mind keeps circling back to thisMia: Olivia that'sMia: OkayMia: Let's say that hypothetically Ash is a hybrid, what would he be?Oly: I'm not sureOly: A predator one I guess?Mia: Hypothetical
Olivia: Are you being an a*shole or genuinely asking?Ash: The latterOlivia: Because I like the idea of us having matching pics and contact nameAsh: Why is that?Olivia: Because It's hmmOlivia: It's comforting?Olivia: And it's a little intimate and just usOlivia: Which I like a lotAsh: [Picture attached]Ash: Like that?Olivia: ...Olivia: I'm okay it's making me feel weird to actually see itAsh: Do you like it?Olivia: I doAsh: How do you feel seeing it?Olivia: HappyOlivia: Very happyOlivia: And then it is ticking inside my chestOlivia: [Picture attached]Olivia: How do you feel?Ash: The same as you, I like it a lotOlivia: Me too but we can barely see the heart because of the dark mode :(Olivia: AnywayOlivia: I suppose you have work to doAsh: I'll be busy until later tonightAsh: You've nothing planned today?Olivia: Nothing at allAsh: MC will also be freeOlivia: What about her?Ash: It's time to talk about the tournament and it'll happen tonightAsh: Everyone wil
“I could live in this car.” Olivia sighs into the leather seat.“I don’t think Mini would appreciate that,” Asher says from where he’s bent over, his arms propped on the edge of the rolled-down window.“Good point. She’s tiny but needs a lot of space, a bit like Steve.” Olivia snickers at her own joke, two duffle bags brimming with Asher’s clothes thrown over the seat next to where she’s installed at the back of the car.“I’ll tell him you say that.”“Go ahead, I’ve been meaning to fight him after Airhead.”“Brat.”Olivia peers up at Asher, catching the fond smile on the boss’ lips. “Thank you for the date.”“You’re welcome, and thank you too,” Asher says, his face close to Olivia. “You enjoyed yourself?”“Mhm, the most,” Olivia grins as she fastens her belt when the driver enters the vehicle“Me too,” Asher whispers, and with his index, he brushes a strand of hair away from Olivia’s forehead. “I won’t be able to text you much today, but I’ll do what I can to try.”“It’s fine, don’t w
When Olivia wakes up a few hours later, it’s to an empty bed, Asher’s side on the mattress tidied up, the phone and iPad on the nightstand gone.It doesn’t take long for Olivia to figure out where the mob boss went when, and after relieving herself in the restroom, she climbs down the stairs to make her way to the dining room.Asher is seated at the end of the table installed in the corner of the bay windows and Olivia trudges up to the mob boss.Hands shoved in her pants pockets, Olivia knocks her foot on the leg of the chair Adam is occupying, the one directly on Asher’s left.“Move,” Olivia orders when Adam does not budge.Adam swivels around. “Say that again, GaintDog?”“That’s my seat. Move.”“How about you f*ck off before I shoot you in the knee?” Adam snaps when Olivia kicks the chair again. “It’s no one’s seat, however right now it’s mine because my a*s is on it.”“Adam, come on,” Walter intervenes from where he’s lounged further down the table, Mia by his sides. “They’re in t