Phoebe's POVI stirred and felt a sharp pain on my tummy.Ouch! That hurt.I look around me and realized that I'm in a strange room. The only things in the room were a bunch of wrapped ropes at the corner and a spade.I felt pressed.Where was I?I looked around. Flashes of the last things that happened before I blacked out resurfaced and played in my mind's eye.Shit. My eyes started welling in tears.Asher was right all along. Jacob indeed was dangerous. I searched around me but couldn't find my phone. They had taken it. Even my baggage was no where in sight.What am I gonna do? I asked myself as I looked around the room. I really needed to pee and the strange pain in my tummy was getting intense. Why was my stomach hurting?I managed to get up from the floor I had been lying on and get to the door. I tried the handle and found out that it was locked so I hit the door hard with my palm. The door clicked and a muscular bald headed huge white guy that wore military pants came in."W
Asher's POVOnce again going by the way I knew him, I knew his mind was already made up.He was going to make me think he was going to let Phoebe go, then he was going to kill her after I had agreed to do his job, and then kill me when I was done.Because Miller left no trails behind whatsoever to any crimes he committed.He was a well known drug lord. Feared and revered by many.Had many connections even with the cops and so for them to continue to keep him fucking clean, he didn't need any tags.Which was why I came with a plan. "No," I said. "How is it going to be like Miller? I always take the upper hand."Miller and Jacob stare at me and then I yell."NOW!"A bullet flies straight into Miller's forehead and his shocked body stood for three seconds, before slumping to the floor and everything happens fucking fast. I lung after Jacob and engaged him in a combat."I'm going to get Phoebe!"Diego said as he leaves his hiding place holding a shot gun in his hand.Jacob was mine. The
She must have already had it all figured out. I kissed her. I was so in love with her. "It's perfect. You're perfect and I love you, Phoebe. My own personal Maserati.” I said, kissing her again. "I love you too, Asher." she said smiling at me. “I’m not yours, though.” I smirked. “Maybe… but she’s mine. My personal Jaguar.” She laughed at my words, to our new born. I had just given her a nickname to a car, within minutes of holding her. Couldn’t wait to be a father to her. So pretty… so soft. .... ~Three years later~ Phoebe's POV I stand in front of the mirror as I stare at the stunning knee length grey dress I was putting on for my matriculation. I finally did get into NYU and I was gonna be majoring in English literature. A year ago, Asher had graduated with a degree in Entrepreneurship and project management from the West Carolina University. In all, we had all moved over to New York so that I could pursue my degree in the university of my dream; New York University. Av
Phoebe’s PovWhitney and her minions!Oh, how much I hated them. They always found a reason to pick on me. Now, they had poured a bowl of the water from the lake on me. Therefore, my clothes were already the color of the lake. And, I stunk badly. Like a dead fish.
Phoebe’s PovI couldn’t believe what I had just read. What was Cole up to? Getting Asher to attend the karaoke party was like a death mission embarked on. It was unfulfillable, you know.“What? Are you insane? This is never going to happen.” I expressed immediately, g
Phoebe’s PovNothing made sense.Nothing at all.How could Asher of all people save me? I mean he was the s
First off, if anyone had told me I’d be alone with Asher at my house, I’d have probably dismissed you and told you off for saying gibberish. But here was I, with Asher; the college’s heartthrob. Believe me, I had no idea of what to do, what to say or don’t do. I mean who did, knowing you were under the watchful eyes of your most beloved?
Asher stillhad me in his hands. His striking features were directed in mine all the time.My knees were growing weak from being in his hands and being drunk.In fact, Icouldn’t control myself. My eyesalmost gorged out when he put me down on the floor gently but forcefully. A partof me wanted him to punish me like he said. I hoped to feel what it’s be liketo be punished by the college’s heartthrob who was also my crush.I was on myknees, with his hands on my hair. I heard buckles of his belt loosening. Ididn’t g