Ashton's POV.
Kira. Kira. Kira. That name echoed in my mind like a curse, a symbol of everything I despised. She had swooped in like a hawk, seizing control of everything my family had in a blink of an eye. But I refused to let her dominance go unchallenged. I don't know how she managed to achieve all she had done alone but I would not allow her to enjoy her victory. She just can't. She came out of nowhere and usurped everything, the whole empire was now under her rule, there was nothing left for us... Nothing left for the family. I paced the lavish room, my thoughts swirling with anger and confusion. How had she managed to manipulate Mr. Jones into handing over his empire? He was no weakling, he wasn't a man to be controlled by a woman, yet somehow she had twisted him around her finger. "Father's death was suspicious, Ash," Mia, or was it Maya, mused, her voice dripping with venom. "I don't buy this 'natural causes' nonsense the doctors are saying. That woman, Kira, she must have had a hand in it." "You should not assume things, Mia." I cautioned, my tone firm. We're in Kira's world now and she must have ears everywhere so one has to be very careful. "It's Maya," she snapped, downing her wine with a flick of her wrist. "And you should remember your sister's name." "Oh..." I blinked, momentarily taken aback. With Mr. Jones' complicated web of relationships, keeping track of names was a Herculean task. One wouldn't blame me for not remembering names, Mr. Jones had numerous affairs which led to children, my late mother was the only woman legally married to him, it was hard trying to keep names of all the children, I don't even know the numbers. I guess Mr. Jones never really cared about how many offsprings he had, he was wealthy enough to take care of a nation. But that woman had taken everything! Well, she might have taken everything for now, but her reign wouldn't last. I refused to bend to her will, to be another pawn in her devilish game. No, I would carve my own path, one that didn't bow to the whims of a woman. "Power... That woman is drunk on power," I muttered under my breath. "Ashton!" A deep masculine voice called before the door was opened. I turned slowly to look at the intruder and I saw my angry step brother. I scanned his face knowing full well the source of his anger...Kira. "Why are you back, Lance? I thought you left?" I inquired calmly, taking a seat. "That woman! That fucking venomous bitch!" Lance growled, his teeth gritted with rage, unable to articulate anything further. "Here, big brother, have some wine," Maya offered, attempting to diffuse the tension as she extended a glass towards him. But before she could blink, he snatched the glass and hurled it to the ground, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "Well, there goes a good wine," I remarked dryly, relaxing in my seat to observe his display of anger. Lance had always struggled to contain his temper, a flaw that often landed him in trouble, yet he never seemed to learn from his mistakes. "What happened?" Maya inquired, her voice tinged with concern. "What hasn't happened! That dark demon has taken control over everything, including my mansion!" Lance roared, his frustration palpable as he angrily kicked the nearest chair. I scoffed inwardly, finding his surprise somewhat naive. With Kira's iron grip on the family's assets, it was no shock that she had claimed even Lance's prized possession. Most family members remained oblivious to her machinations, but I knew that those who had fled would eventually return, most of them. Kira held all the cards now; she controlled everything, Mr. Jones never thought he would die such a sudden death and most of his children were all depending on him. "He froze all the accounts!" Lance seethed, his voice trembling with fury. It would be difficult for all the family to survive now. If they want to survive, they would have to bow to Kira's rule. She's the new queen... Not mine though, I hate that woman with every fiber in me. She's smart, cunning and plays a very dangerous game. "I'm gonna kill that bitch once and for all, we have to end this shit!" Lance's rage boiled over, his eyes blazing with a primal intensity. Turning to me, he unleashed his pent-up frustration. "And you! You're such a coward! Allowing a woman to strip everything away from our family. You're the first son, but you're utterly useless. You're a disgrace, Ashton!" His words cut deep, slicing through the veneer of composure I struggled to maintain but I just gave him a grin. Replying to the man was just gonna be a waste of time. "I'm gonna kill her, fuck this!" Lance fumed. "And how would you do that?" The familiar, powerful female voice sliced through the air, causing all heads to turn towards her. Kira. The new viper in our world but not for long, I won't allow her reign for long. She stood by the door, a commanding presence emanating from her. Clad in a sleek, form-fitting leather jacket, it hugs her curves with an air of confidence. "I'm here now. I heard you mention killing?" she inquired, advancing towards us with purpose. Her combat boots clicked against the floor with each stride. Each movement she made seemed to exude both grace and power, her body language a testament to her mastery of elegance and danger. I couldn't help but despise her for all the chaos she had caused. Her hair was swept back into a tight bun, revealing the sharp angles of her face. The dark makeup adorning her eyes added an air of mystery, drawing attention to the intensity of her gaze. They flickered with a hint of amusement, a silent challenge to anyone who dared to underestimate her. She came to a halt in front of Lance and taunted, "Cat got your tongue?" The smirk that played on her lips was infuriating. It danced like a flicker of flame, teasing and taunting, daring anyone to question her authority. Without hesitation, Lance reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a gun, pointing it squarely at her chest. "You think you're untouchable, don't you?" he snarled, his voice trembling with rage. "Well, I've had enough of your games, Kira. It ends now." I immediately stood up in shock as I watched the scene, "Lance!" I called but the man didn't spare me a glance. Kira, however, remained remarkably composed. Her gaze never wavered as she stared down the barrel of the gun, a hint of amusement still lingering in her eyes. "You end now!" He declared proudly. "Is that so, Lance?" she replied, her voice cool and collected. "Do you really think you can kill me?" Before anyone could react, Kira moved with lightning speed, disarming Lance with a swift kick that sent the gun flying across the room. In the blink of an eye, she had him pinned against the wall, her hand pressing firmly against his throat. How the fuck was she so fast?! "You're not the first to try, little boy, and you won't be the last," she whispered, her voice low and menacing. "But remember this, Lance: I always come out on top." With a flick of her wrist, she released him, letting him stumble backward, gasping for air. I could see fear in his eyes. The room fell silent, the tension in the room thick. "As I've said before, you're welcome to stay but if you cause any trouble, I'm gonna end you swiftly. Bye guys, I have some fun to catch." And with that, Kira turned on her heel, her leather jacket swirling around her, as she strode out of the room without a backward glance.Kira’s POVThe next day. Dressed in a sleek, black gown that hugged my every curve, I sauntered out of the house precisely as the clock struck six. The fabric cascaded around me, the slit on the side teasing a hint of leg with each step. As I approached the garage, I spotted two family members perched on a bench nearby. With a deliberate pause, I swept my gaze over them, ensuring they understood they were under my scrutiny. They straightened up, but I paid them little mind as I continued my elegant stride toward the garage.I looked at the car prepared for me and looked at the other one covered next to it. “Take this one off,” I commanded the men I met at the garage, gesturing toward another car.They obeyed, revealing a gleaming new Hummer Jeep in a rich shade of brown. A smile tugged at my lips as I trailed a finger along the sleek exterior.I didn’t like the car prepared for me or maybe I didn't trust that the car was safe enough to enter. “I’ll use this,” I smiled, tracing the
Kira’s POVHis scream was muffled as I swiftly silenced him by shoving my purse into his gaping mouth, cutting off any further protests."Now listen," I commanded, my voice brooking no argument, "you'll take me to the acting owner of the club. I have a message for him: the wife of the late Don Jones has returned to reclaim her rightful ownership of this club."He nodded in reluctant agreement, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and compliance as I released him from the grasp of my purse. With a pat on his back, I offered a rare word of mockery praise."You're a strong young man,"We traversed the dimly lit passage until we reached the imposing door of the office. The bouncer, eager to announce my arrival, stepped forward, but I wasted no time in pushing the door open myself, determined to confront the man inside."How dare you…" His words were cut short as I caught him in the act of stashing money back into a drawer beneath the desk."Well, hello to you too," I greeted with a disarming
Kira's POV. As I scanned through the files in my newly acquired office, a throbbing headache disturbed me and that was because I had spent the better part of the night attempting to bring order to my new world. Establishing my dominion over this newly acquired empire was proving to be a Herculean task, especially with adversaries lurking around every corner, eager to see me fail, to see me make one wrong move so they'll end my new reign. The late Master's family posed the greatest challenge, their hatred towards me grows everyday and I always give them new reasons to hate me… I can't help it, I keep seeing reasons to make them hate me and I never fail to take hold of that opportunity. They were determined to thwart my every move, clinging to the hope of reclaiming what they believed to be rightfully theirs. But I refused to yield. The empire bore my name now, and I would fight tooth and nail to maintain my hold on it.I need to acquire as much power as I can, that's the only way I
Kira's POV. The employees exchanged uncertain glances, their murmurs fading into an uneasy silence."I understand your concerns," I continued, choosing my words carefully. "Change can be intimidating and maybe unwelcoming, especially when it comes in the form of new leadership. But I assure you, my intentions are not to disrupt, but to innovate."A ripple of skepticism ran through the crowd and some of them rained cusses at, but I pressed on, undeterred because I'm in the mood for reasoning. "I know that earning your trust won't be easy," I acknowledged, meeting their gazes with a bored expression. "But I'm willing to work for it. I'm willing to listen to your grievances, to address your concerns, and to prove myself worthy of this position.""So, I propose a compromise," I declared, leaning forward in my chair. "Give me a chance to prove myself. Give me your feedback, your suggestions, your criticisms. And together, we can build a better future for this company. What do you all say
Kira's POV. I stumbled out of the car, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders, as the sun was sinking low in the horizon. My head throbbed with each step; today's hectic day at work had drained me; I am not sure how much more work and dominance I would have to put in before I could rule peacefully. I have to gain complete control, and I will; it is only a matter of time before everyone knows my name... It is a lot of work, but I am willing to do it because the cause I am fighting for is worthwhile. With a bitter taste on my tongue, I whispered to myself, "Home sweet home."Even though I knew the path to success would not be simple, I became more determined every day to take my rightful place at the top.The stillness was broken as soon as I set foot on the sidewalk by a shy voice alerting me to someone standing close by. A young girl, her frame fragile and delicate, stood before me, her eyes wide with apprehension."Welcome, ma'am," she stammered, her voice trembling with nervousn
Kira's POVA chuckle escaped my lips as I looked left and right, around the room. This was the time to ask who he was and why he was wearing a mask in my house, but my eyes remained below his waist. The dim light made me see all of him clearly,my gaze lingered lower, drinking in every inch of his imposing frame. He was huge down there… tempting. Jones was the last man I had fucked since my exes, and since Jones died, I had been mourning and taking over. Seeing a living sacrifice in front of me made me smirk. My unusual craving for this naked man in front of me caused my legs to move of their own accord, closing the distance between us. As I reached him, my hands slid up to his broad shoulders, caressing them as I met his gaze. I didn't want to take his mask off just yet, what's the fun in that? “This will do wonders for my headache,” I thought, feeling a wicked grin spread across my face. “Get on with it, girl!” he hissed, impatience lacing his voice. I felt a surge of annoyance;
Kira’s POV“Who the fuck are you?” My voice was sharp, and I pressed the knife closer to his neck. He’d be a fool to think I couldn’t kill him just because we’d just shared an incredible fuck that I wouldn’t mind repeating.Damn it! This man is so good that even when I try to focus, his presence alone distracts me. Was he sent to kill me? Too bad for him; that’s not going to happen.I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his face. “Who the fuck sent you?” I demanded through gritted teeth.I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, feeling his cock grow even larger and harder inside me despite my knife at his throat made my eyes widened. “In the name of fu.ck!” I groaned, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. Goddess, I was getting distracted again.His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the mask, stared up at me. He seemed to savor my struggle, his lips curving into a smug smile.“Does it matter who sent me?” he rasped, his voice husky with lust. “You seemed to enjoy
Ashton's POV. Stepmom?That’s a big term. I never really considered Kira, or any of Mr. Jones's numerous women, as my stepmom. I accepted the fact that I have step-siblings, whom I don’t get along with much, but stepmoms? Nah, that’s too much. She must have said those words to piss me off or to actually think of herself as my stepmom. Hilarious.Everything that happened was amusing, silly, wild, and super crazy, but no matter how hard I try to deny it, I can’t. Fucking her was the best. She’s the first woman to drive me to insanity when it comes to sex, matching my energy with raw energy.Dropping onto my bed, I rubbed my cheek, remembering her hit, and smiled. The cut on my throat… that barbarian savage horny beasty. She’s not only wild but bossy, and a dominant b.i.t.c.h. I love it when my women don’t act submissive; it’s fun to break them. But Kira… She’s not my woman and never will be, but I can’t get that wild fuck out of my head. She’s everything I want to fuck and kill at the
Kira's POV. Isabella leaped at me, her bloodlust thick and tangible in the air. Her massive form blurred as she closed the distance between us in an instant. I braced myself, Morana growling fiercely in my mind as she took control of our movements."She’ll regret this," Morana hissed, her voice dripping with rage.I ducked just as Isabella’s claws slashed through the space where my head had been a second earlier. The force of her attack sent a gust of wind past me, and I wasted no time retaliating. My claws extended as I swung upward, aiming for her exposed side.She let out a sharp yelp as my claws made contact, leaving a deep gash along her flank. Isabella’s wolf stumbled back but quickly recovered, her glowing eyes narrowing in fury."Is that all you’ve got?" I taunted in my mind and Morana growled, her massive form overwhelming Isabella's wolf who shifted back. Morana’s dominance surged through me as she fully took over. Her fury was high, a tempest roaring inside both of us. Is
Kira's POV. "You can call Ashton to come help you with your training, you know." Mo suggested but I just rolled my eyes as I constantly kicked the dummy in front of me. I don't need Ashton, I can train by myself. "He's the only one strong enough to stand against you and you know that, the rest always give up, run away or end up passing out." She whined and I sighed."The last time Ashton came to this place, he used a gun to fuck me, it was a crazy experience, I need my focus and not some distractions!" I snapped at her and my face heated up at the thought of Ashton's last visit to the training room. It was impossible not to recall the smirk on his face as he teased me, completely unbothered by the chaos we created. My face flushed as the memory replayed itself in my mind.“Exactly,” Morana teased. “And wasn’t that just the kind of ‘training’ you needed? Maybe he can remind you how to relax and focus at the same time.”“Shut up, Mo,” I growled, delivering a hard kick to the dummy tha
Kira's POV. "Ma'am, Isabella is in the building, what should I do about it, should I send her back home?" Jonas asked as we headed to the meeting room but I just waved him away. I'm more interested in the meeting at hand, meeting with all the mafia Lords under me, I don't know the sudden reason why they'd called for a meeting but I'm pretty sure it was important. "Just let her play her game, I want to see what she's up to this time around, I'm intrigued by her attacks, let's see what she plans to do again this time." Jonas hesitated for a moment before nodding, clearly unsure of how to handle my casual indifference toward Isabella’s antics. "Understood, ma’am. I’ll keep an eye on her.""Good," I muttered, brushing past him as I stepped into the grand meeting room. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. All the mafia lords were already seated, their expressions ranging from guarded to openly hostile. Something was definitely
Kira's POV. Ashton’s question hung in the air, thick with tension. His intense gaze bore into me, and for a moment, I faltered. Fear wasn’t something I was willing to admit, not to him or anyone.I turned on my heel, determined to leave, but before I could take another step again, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around. His strength caught me off guard, and in one swift motion, he pushed me back onto the bed.“What the hell, Ashton?!” I snarled, struggling to push him off me. But my strength felt like it had vanished, my body betraying me in a way I couldn’t comprehend. That damn wolf was responsible for this, I just know it deep in my guts! “Stop fighting me, Kira,” he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of command. His hands pinned mine above my head as he hovered over me, his face mere inches from mine. “For once, just stop.”The anger bubbling inside me collided with a strange, unwelcome vulnerability. I glared up at him, my chest heaving with frustratio
Kira's POV. "KIRA!" A familiar masculine voice shouted my name and I creased my brow as I looked at the entrance of the secret underground room in my room.That was definitely Ashton, what was he doing in my room? "Kira, where are you?!” he asked and I let out a loud sigh before heading to the exit, this had better be important.The door to the underground room creaked as I pushed it open. Ashton stood in the middle of my bedroom, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his face, and a wild look in his eyes. He turned sharply as the door opened, and relief washed over his features the moment he saw me.“There you are!” he barked, striding toward me with such intensity that I instinctively stepped back.“What is it, Ashton?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral despite the unease creeping up my spine.His hands shot out, gripping my shoulders as he scanned me from head to toe, his gaze sharp and frantic. “Did you eat anything recently? Anything Isabella gave you?”I frowned, shrug
Ashton's POV. I stared at the angry woman pacing around the room in anger and I wanted to do something, anything but I don't know what to do cause I was torn between her and Kira. Isabella is my fiancee and Kira... That woman... I don't even know what to say or do. Kira had been asking me questions about how I got so powerful to command powerful men but I wasn't interested in discussing it with her. "This wasn't what we planned Ashton, you don't belong here, you came here to destroy your father's empire but you allow a mere woman to take over it and now you're bedding the woman, serving her like a queen, what the hell got into you?" My ever short tempered fiancee asked and I just stared at her, trying to figure out exactly how to reply to her questions. My engagement with her was just for mutual benefits but I do respect her because she's wise and powerful but I don't know why she was acting up because of Kira, she doesn't usually care about which girl I go out with, so this sudde
Kira's POV. "And what are you doing in my private office again, Isabella?" I questioned the suspicious looking woman going through my laptop and she snapped her head towards me, surprised but the expression was quickly replaced by another. "How did you get here?" She asked and I just chuckled, moving to my seat. "This is my office Isabella and stop being stupid, no matter what you do, you'll find nothing to implicate me, I'm the mafia boss so just deal with it and stop trying to make Ashton boss, he's very much okay with what he is." I stated and drew my phone out to make some calls. "This is his father's empire and I'll do everything I can to make sure he gets it. I don't know what you did to my man that made him so loyal to you but I swear, I'll get his empire back for him and I'll make sure you're ruined." Her voice was venomous and wanted to laugh. So much hatred. I love that. "You have guts girl but I'm the wrong person to mess up with, Ashton is your man so go deal with
Kira's POV. A loud yawn escaped my mouth when I woke up. I just want to lay in bed and probably sleep more. I'm dead tired. It was probably the stress of these past few days, the kidnapping, meeting those jerks, fights and killing. Damn! I'm exhausted from all that shit. "You're just been lazy, get up, Ashton needs us." Morana yelled and I just scoffed and stripped myself for a good bath. "He doesn't need us, Mo, his so-called fiancee is here for him and besides, stop bothering me about Ashton all the time." I snapped as I made my way to the bathroom. "I'll bother you about him, he's our mate and he risked his life for us, he's yet to wake up and we can't just let some random woman who claims to be his fiancee be with him." "She's not some random woman, I've confirmed from many sources that the arrogant bitch is his fiancée. Now stop pestering me, Morana," I muttered as the warm water cascaded down my body. Morana huffed, her growl faint but persistent. "Sources mean nothing.
Kira's POV. "He's gonna be fine, our blood is an elixir and drinking it with the herbs suggested would cure him fast, you'll see, he'll be awake before you know it." Morana assured me and I scoffed, wondering what was wrong with her. "You're staring at our sleeping mate, looking all sad and gloomy, maybe you were thinking he'll die due to the deadly poison so I was just assuring you that he would be perfectly alright." She explained and I slapped my forehead lightly."I didn't say I never got it the first time and you got it all wrong, I don't care if he dies, he knew what he was jumping into when he came after me." I mumbled and dropped to the nearest chair, facing the calm sleeping Ashton. Very idiotic man. "I'm pretty sure you're worried about him, he's ours after all and he saved your ass you idiotic woman!"Morana's incessant chatter was starting to get on my nerves. “He didn’t save my ass, Morana,” I snapped. “I had everything under control. I didn’t ask for his dramatic entr