Kira’s POV
His 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 smile as I settled into the chair opposite him. With a deep frown etched on his face, he rose abruptly, directing his ire towards the bouncer. "How could you let her in? I told you I didn’t want visitors!" he bellowed, his anger palpable. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics. "Mister..." I glanced at the tag on the desk before continuing, "...Benson, sit down. We need to talk," I asserted, my tone brooking no argument. "About what?" he demanded, his scowl deepening, rendering him even less appealing than he already was. "About your resignation letter," I replied, a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes. "What resignation letter? I never submitted one," he protested vehemently. "Are you sure?" I teased, reaching into my purse. Retrieving a white envelope, I passed it to him. He snatched it eagerly, tearing it open to read its contents. His brows furrowed as he scanned the letter before tearing it to shreds in frustration. "I didn't write that!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with indignation. "Oh, Mr. Benson," I chided gently, suppressing a giggle, "that was the only graceful exit available to you. And now you've torn it to bits. How will you explain to your former employees that you got fired now?" "Fired?! Who wants to fire me?" he sneered, his arrogance momentarily resurfacing. "You?" he challenged, fixing me with a defiant glare. I nodded meekly before rising to my full height, meeting his gaze head-on. "Yes," I affirmed, my voice steady, "I am the one.” "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he demanded, his voice rising with anger. "I'm Kira Jones, successor of the late Don Jones. Any more questions?" I retorted, my tone laced with defiance. "Oh, fuck that," he spat, his words dripping with contempt. "I know who you are. I saw you at the burial ceremony of Boss Jones, but we all know your real role. You were nothing but his personal slut. Since when did you start using his name as your own?" "Ouch, Benson, that stings... a little," I murmured, feigning hurt. "It should," he shot back, his eyes blazing with animosity. He turned to the bouncer, his tone commanding. "Throw her out, and I might consider not firing you." "Throw me out of my own territory? How bold of you, Benson," I scoffed, a smile playing on my lips. "Ma'am, maybe you should leave," the bouncer suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at his timidity. "Do you know who should leave?" I asked, ignoring his plea as I approached Benson. Running a hand provocatively down his chest, I leaned in close. "It's you," I whispered, relishing the shock on his face. "You're insane," he muttered, a hint of amusement coloring his voice. "I know," I whispered back before swiftly delivering a knee to his groin. "Arghh!" he cried out in pain, his face contorted with agony as he crumpled to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him unceremoniously out of the office. "Since you refuse to resign or be fired quietly, I'll help you make some noise," I declared, my voice dripping with malice. The bouncer trailed behind us, torn between allegiance to the female boss or the so-called male boss, unsure of where his loyalties truly lay. We got out of the passage, but I didn’t stop there, instead, I pulled him to the stage as I asked the D.J. to turn off the music. He quickly did and handed me a mic when I asked for one. The entire club had gone quiet, the strippers were standing there staring at me, and so were the customers who happened to be more ladies than men. “There will be a change of leadership from now on,” I began with a smirk dancing on my lips. Benson struggled to get up and I finally allowed the weakling to stand to his feet before saying, “Mr. Benson here has resigned. It’s a painful thing but life goes---“ “I did not resign!” he foolishly insisted and I mentally face palmed. And here I was helping his ass out. Fine then! “My bad, Mr. Benson didn’t resign, I fired him!” the people gasped and I nodded pitifully. “I’m your new boss now. Where are my manners? Let me introduce myself, the name is Kira Jones, the successor of the Late Don Jones.” Everyone paused to look at me carefully and I can’t blame them at all. “You all say something! she can’t be your boss! She’s just a woman!” Benson yelled in frustration. “Just a woman, huh?” I asked with a smirk before turning to the crowd, “Ladies…” I called but they didn’t respond, “Now, help me ask this man in front of us when women became a ‘just’? Don’t ladies have a part to play in leadership? Why should we be looked down on and be called, ‘just’?” This caused whispers from every angle including the men around, when I saw that I was getting their favor, I began, “Mr. Benson here hasn’t been doing a good job as the acting owner of this club. Not only does he steal the money earned here in the club, but he also allows some ladies in without payment so he can have his way with them later on. He has fired some strippers just so he could collect their salary and he is rejecting all the boys coming for auditions so he doesn’t get to pay them!” the gasp echoed all over the club “That’s not true. That is a lie!” he yelled and I turned to him, “Really?” I asked him and didn’t wait for his response before turning to the strippers who had come down from the stage for me to take over, “How many of you are receiving the pay you desire to receive monthly? How much do you get paid? Trust me, Benson here slashes your pay and spends your money on women” The crowd went haywire and I turned to Benson, he was staring at me in disbelief. Bringing out another envelope from my purse, I handed it over to him, “Now, you’re officially fired. Good luck finding another job” He stared at me in shock as I said to the other bouncers around, “Please escort Mr. Benson out, and if he doesn’t comply, use force” Turn back to the crowd, I gave them a wide smile, "Ladies...!" I exclaimed into the microphone, relishing in the chorus of cheers that erupted from the crowd. "Yayyyy!" Their enthusiastic response filled the air, fueling my satisfaction. "Enjoy!" I declared, returning the microphone back to the DJ as I made my exit from the stage. Stepping out of the club, I found Benson still loitering outside, his anger evident on his face. "That was all lies!" he screamed, his voice dripping with fury. "Those accusations were all fabricated!" I continued on my path towards my car, accompanied by the bouncer who had faithfully followed me from the office. "That's what happens when you refuse to cooperate, Benson," I remarked casually. "You could have simply resigned peacefully, but you chose to resist. I am trouble, Benson, and no one can defeat me." With a dramatic flourish, I watched as Benson crumpled to the ground, mumbling, “I'm ruined” Not giving a care, I turned to the bouncer, I met his gaze, acknowledging his disbelief. Yes, I had fabricated the accusations against Benson. The only certainty was his embezzlement. But who cares, in love and war, fairness is a luxury one cannot afford and that… that was war. "What's your name?" I inquired, addressing the bouncer directly. "Frank," he responded, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Frank, clean my office," I ordered briskly, before slipping into my Hummer and driving away. This was just the beginning, anyone who wouldn't bow will be forced to bow.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
Ashton's POV. "What would you like to eat, Sir?" a soft voice asked the moment I stepped into the large family dining room.I turned to see a tiny woman standing beside me, creasing my brow, I asked, "And you are?"She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink and I wondered why she was blushing. "I'm Annabella, a new servant, Sir. What would you like to have for breakfast?"A new servant. Who hired such a fragile-looking woman? She seemed like she could break at any moment. "Um, get me hot chocolate and some scrambled eggs," I mumbled, dismissing her as I made my way to the dining table.Some of the family members were already seated, but I didn't bother acknowledging them. I grabbed the newspaper and buried my head in it, hoping to avoid any unnecessary interaction."Ash, you gonna pretend like we don't exist?" A familiar feminine voice pierced through my focus, making me roll my eyes. I really wasn't in the mood for a conversation."Ashton!" Another voice, this time mal
Ashton's POV. I looked around, assessing the situation, there were just six of them. The gunmen were focused on Kira, giving me a moment to plan, they came for Kira and I guess whoever sent them informed them that they have no cause to worry about anyone saving Kira... I wonder where her trusted men were. "Go on, do your job, you must be eager to see me lying in my pool of blood. Where did you want the bullet, in my heart or straight into my brain?" She asked and I just watched her in awe. "What the fuck are you doing?" I found myself asking.She glanced at me briefly, her eyes shooting daggers at me. "Stay out of this, Ashton. It's not your fight."The leader barked out a laugh. "You hear that pretty boy, stay out of it or I would add you to my list of who would die here today. She doesn't want your help so don't try to play the hero."The tension in the room was high and I tried to think of how to handle the situation."You're a pretty one, wish I can bang you before I end your m
Kira's POV. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at the magnificent wolf in front of me, "Our mate is a wolf Kira, can you believe this, he's a fucking werewolf!" Morana pounced excitedly in me but I was too mad to acknowledge her, too mad and surprised at the same time, her constant shrill voice in my head made me cuss, " Shut your trashy mouth Mo, I can clearly see he's a damn werewolf, do you have to scream my head down?!" I fired angrily, hot unwanted tears leaving my eyes and I wish I knew why those tears were falling from my eyes. The huge wolf before me stood tall, powerful, with sleek black fur that shimmered under the dim light. His piercing red eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink around us. It was Ashton. My supposed human bodyguard. My…mate.Morana let out a gleeful howl in my mind. "Our mate is perfect! Look at him! So strong, so..."“SHUT UP!” I screamed aloud, cutting her off. The sound echoed in the room, but Ashton didn’t flinch. He st
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.