Collided worlds

chapter 12

Asher's POV

After what Katherine told me, i was still trying to wrap my head around everything, Her parents being literal legends and all. Assassins were common in the mafia world but having a whole league of it, Hell, fucking myths.

Once she left, Bash informed me about the arrival of every of my men, waiting in the meeting room. I know he had questions when she noticed Katherine leaving, She didn't leave without saying bye to him but he could not bring himself to ask why she is leaving. He saved those questions for me. He wanted direct replies and i will give him, just to see his reaction. This dickhead would probably not believe me.

I pushed those thoughts at the back of my head and made my way towards the meeting room. I opened the door, the men stood in my presence as a sign of respect and sat back down once i took my seat. Bash sat on my right and Theo on my left.

Bash is the closest thing i have to a brother. Sure, His behavior is like that of a five year old but he is equally ruthless, cold hearted when needed, trustworthy and loyal as fuck. Same goes for Theo, minus the having the behavior of a five year old. Theo is friendly if he likes you, Funny sometimes and like all of us, He is ruthless, cold hearted and is goddamn good at his job- Killing, that is.

Bash, Theo and i have known each other since we were in diapers. They are the ones I trust the most, the only ones i trust with my life. Bash is from France, His parents being best friends with my parents moved here when he was three years old. Theo, on the other hand, His father worked for my dad as the underboss, his right hand. Unfortunately, he died when his only son, Theo, was five years old. Apparently, he had a sudden heart attack and since that day, my parents raised Theo and we became real close.

"Boss." Jeremy spoke, earning my full attention. "The Russians have been messing with our shipments again."

The Russians. Bold motherfuckers, i tell you. Ever since Nikolai Gussova, the former capo of the Russian mafia, a very good friend of my father died, his stupid troublemaker of a son has been wanting to join his father in hell. The idea of ruling the world has taken a troll on him. He has been obsessing over controlling every mafia in the world, including our shipments since he started watching movies. It hasn't been the third time this year that Jeremy informed me about this.

My father told me to ignore him because he is just a kid, completely out of his goddamn mind but truly, obsession is a bad fucking thing which makes you do stuff that will get you killed.

Whilst trying to concentrate here, my mind kept going to a certain girl, a fucking princess, wondering if i will ever see her again- not that i want to but still.

"Asher." Bash cleared his throat, with a knowing smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes at him before continuing, "What do we do about Garett?" Now, while Garett's father was a Russian, his mother wasn't so obviously, Her mother named him considering Nikolai was a little bitch for his wife- did everything she asked. Rumours has it, his wife killed him.

It's quite odd to be found with a white substance, poison, coming out of your mouth and your wife just happened be the one who found you. Surely, a smart guy like Nikolai would not just eat any food given by anyone or kill himself. But, it's their family matters and im not one to get between who killed who when it is not related to me.

"We believe he is doing so on his mother's behalf." Theo spoke what we already discussed the other day, "Garett is a kid, barely 18, he could not possibly plan all of this by himself."

"And not to mention his mother is one hell of a wicked woman." Bash sighed, having once met her, "Despite her husband giving her every damn thing she asked for, it was never enough. I wouldn't be surprised if her husband, the former don of the Russian mafia, killed himself, having had enough of her."