Chapter 32
Nolan stepped away and paused for a moment to make mental plans, he was extremely calm considering that Asher’s men had shown up and they were shooting up his home. He took out his phone to make a call even as he walked out of the room leaving Celine still tied up, it was only a matter of time until Asher showed up.
Celine could only silently watch him leave, certain that she would be up for several nights if she somehow survived this in one piece. She couldn’t believe that Mafia King Nolan had gone through all this trouble just to have a conversation with her. She wasn’t happy to be left all alone tied to a chair while two Mafia gangs exchanged gunfire mere meters from her but she was glad that Nolan was gone.
She was honestly surprised that he left without doing anything to her but she wouldn’t take her luck for granted, after all, he had plainly stated that he would be coming for her the moment Asher got sick of her…
Celine sighed, the point where the ropes she was tied with made contact with her skin was sore, and her flimsy nightdress did nothing to protect her from the cool night. She wanted to be rescued but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be found at the moment because if the fighting got into the room she was in, there would be no way to protect herself.
A loud slam made her flinch violently, the door nearly flying off its hinges as Asher tackled a man she’d never seen before to the ground. Celine blinked rapidly, feeling her eyes sting, *Asher had come for her…*
She hadn’t been expecting him at all because he was supposed to be on a business trip, *how did he get even back so fast?* Her happiness to see Asher was tainted by a scene of violence, she had never seen herself as the type to condone any sort of violence but she was internally cheering Asher on as he knocked the other man out, a feral glow to his eyes as he rose to his feet, stained with blood.
He was in a garnet-colored dress shirt with the buttons mostly undone and the sleeves rolled up, his extravagant coat nowhere to be found. Celine looked up at him expectantly with glassy crystal blue eyes, sighing in silent relief when he immediately came over to her.
“You came,” She whispered, her lower lip wobbling.
Asher cursed under his breath as he quickly got to work on her ties, he barely managed to get one of her arms free when a bullet whizzed right past him, the deafening sound of the shot seeming to come long after.
“Fuck,” He cursed again, pushing a gun into Celine’s freed hand. “Take this,” He muttered in a rush, straightening up to go after the attacker.
Celine bit her lip to stop herself from calling out Asher’s name, her vision blurry with tears. The new assailant had just been cautious because she was in his line of sight, the moment Asher stepped away, he shot at him ruthlessly, Asher returning the favor.
The gun felt so heavy in her trembling grip, she had never held a gun before and she hoped that she wouldn’t have to use the first one she would ever hold. She quickly dropped the gun on her lap so that she could get to work freeing her second arm, the metal of the gun feeling even colder against her bare thigh. It was already difficult enough to breathe in her current situation so the bullets flying around the room she was in and the gun on her thigh made it that much more harder to focus on the ropes, her hand shaking so badly, tears blurring her vision.
She looked up when the guns stopped going off to find both men on the ground in a grapple, Asher having the upper hand as their exchange of bullets quickly turned into a fistfight. Her relief was cut short when the first man that Asher had knocked out roused, he looked disoriented for a moment, one of his blacked-out eyes was bruised shut and he looked like he had seen better days.
Celine started to panic when the man started to reach for a gun that was a little distance away from him, Asher had his back to him and he was currently occupied so she couldn’t even call out to warn him. She couldn’t risk distracting him because it would only put him in even more of a bad spot than he was already in so she did what anyone with a gun would do.
She immediately gave up on trying to set herself free and reached for the gun she had kept aside, hoping that something would happen before she would have to pull the trigger. The downed man hadn’t noticed her yet, he was still hellbent on reaching the gun and Celine knew exactly what would happen if he did, she had to stop him. Her eyes were filled with tears as she lifted the gun and pointed it at him, her hands shook and her eyes were tightly shut so it was a miracle her aim hit.
Jael slid into the doorway with his guns drawn just as she blew off the head of the goon on the ground, her scream accompanied the sound of the gunshot, the gun falling to the ground, Asher’s name on the tip of her tongue.
Asher immediately turned to her, uncaring of the Beta still grappling with him. His heart fell painfully to his middle like a rock at the implication of the gunshot and Celine’s scream, not flinching when a bullet whizzed past him to impale the Beta he had been fighting. Although a quick look at Celine was enough to tell him that she was fine, Asher wasn’t satisfied till he was right by her side.
Celine forced her eyes open at the presence of Asher’s scent, her freed hand immediately reaching for him. She fisted his shirt and pulled him close, uncaring of the nauseating smell of blood that marred his scent, her sobs coming hard and fast as she hid her face in his middle.