The Mafia Boss's Broken Princess

The world was utterly drowned out as Sera made her way home. The muffled sounds of the cars as they drove by and the barely audible chatting of people passing by only slightly made it through her headphones, where her music was blasting in her ears. She only had a few more blocks until she reached her childhood home, which consisted of the 'American Dream' of the white picket fence and an oh-so-loving family. The Jameson family was well known for their generosity and kindness outside the baby-blue home, but inside, it was like a messed-up fairy tale movie. Her mother and father were well-known in the community and had a knack for always being the 'perfect couple.' Sera scoffed if only they knew how they were on the inside. Cold and calculating, but that was only for their eldest adoptive stepchild. Sera turned on the corner of the street and made her way down the newly paved sidewalk where she could see her house in the distance. She twisted her wrist to look at the time to ma

Asher had kept his eye on her all night, even when another girl was climbing over him at the bar. He had seen her walk into the bar and look around. Her pretty little face was confused as she looked down at her phone and that oh-so-tiny dress that didn't quite fit her correctly. She had this softness to her features, and her pouty mouth made Asher shift in his seat. He downed another whiskey and handed it to the redhead, kissing his neck. He didn't need to tell her to get him another one. She knew the routine. "Asher." A voice pulled his attention from the girl across the bar long enough to see Xavier calling his name. "Are you even listening, man?" Asher nodded and smirked at Xavier. "What else would I be doing?" He chuckled as he leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "Couldn't tell you, but you look spaced out as hell. Something on your mind?" Xavier asked while putting his arm behind a brunette who was eyeing Asher. When she caught him looking at him, she

They rode in the car in complete silence. Asher glanced over at Sera as she stared out the window. Her eyes glazed over as she watched the passing buildings; what could make such a beautiful woman retreat into her mind so profoundly? Her eyes slowly traveled to his, and he glanced away. “You can go to my usual spot,” Asher leaned forward and instructed the driver. It was a quaint little bar down the road from his not-so-humble abode, where the drinks were free and the women eager. God, his best friend, would be highly displeased if he sent him home rather than take him with them. It was possibly his favorite place to let some steam off. “So…” Asher started. His words seemed to startle Sera out of her stupor, and she crossed her hands in her lap and looked at him. The smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes. God, those eyes would be his undoing. “Who’s got you so down?” Asher asked, twisting his upper body to get more comfortable. Her fingers began intertwi

Asher sat at his desk, filtering through important papers, but he wasn't reading anything. He couldn't help but think about what his driver, Rich, had told him. She couldn't help but think about Seraphina in a strange hotel room, dealing with the information about her treacherous boyfriend alone. "Fuuuuuuuu*ck." He sighed, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands on his head. This was his father's old office when he used to live in the manor. It still had the old cigar smell stuck in the mahogany desk. The bookshelf was covered in random books that his father never let him look at as a child, and paintings of his grandfathers covered the dark walls. It was like a damn tome in this god-forsaken room; the only light was coming from the old but luxurious lamp and the fireplace in the corner. Asher stood up, walked toward the fireplace, grabbed his glass container filled with whiskey, and poured himself a glass, watching the flames flickering. He not so gracefully flopped himse

She held his stare before she said, "Let's do it." Asher smirked and nodded. "However." As soon as the words left her lips, he groaned. He couldn't help but feel slightly impressed by her tenacity; it's precisely what he would have done. He would've made his terms and conditions before agreeing wholeheartedly to anything. "Alright then," Asher smirked, leaning further into her; his weight made her thighs spread further around him until he was kneeling ideally in between her legs. Her face lit up with a pink blush, and the gasp that left her lips had Ashers' body on edge. He could imagine it now. Sera on her back underneath him, making those slight gasps as he worshiped her body, as he braced himself in between her legs and- "Nothing gets complicated; once the contract is over, that's it, we both go on our way." Her words jolted him out of his not-so-innocent thoughts; she tilted her chin up defiantly. "I also have the right to call it off if I believe it's going too far." As