Asher's POV
I watch as Sierra sleeps peacefully next to me. Her brown hair is fanned out and light snores fill the room. She stirs a bit in her sleep before sighing in content. I let my eyes take in every inch of her before I look away and rub my hands over my face.
Slowly and quietly, I roll over and sit up. I get out of the bed and make my way to the bathroom, making sure I don't wake her up. Her pregnancy wrath is something I want to avoid a little while longer.
Picking up my phone off the dresser, I slide into the bathroom and shut the door softly. My eyebrows furrow as I look at my phone screen. I have five texts from Ross and two from an unknown number.
The first text mentions he's sorry to disturb us but he needs to talk me. The second mentions his brother is here. "What the fuck," I mumble as I look at the next two.
There's been a strange sighting near the mansion.
Hide Sierra. The mole has infiltrated the compound.
The last text causes my world to stop spinning.
WE ARE FUCKING UNDER ATTACK!
"Fuck!" I hiss and ignore the texts from the unknown number. How are we under attack and no alarms have gone off? I text Ross back telling him to come to the room before I toss my phone on the counter and rush out of the bathroom.
I find Sierra standing near the bed with her hands on her hip. "What the hell is going on?" She asks angrily and I groan. "Babe, we are under attack. Get dressed now," I tell her and she gasps. "Wh-what? We're under attack? Like right now?" She asks with a slight tremor in her voice.
The scared feeling she briefly had was gone and anger blazes in her light orbs. She shakes her head and raises her arms in the air before dropping them back by her sides and stomping over to the dresser.
"Can't ever fucking enjoy anything in this stupid ass world. We literally just got married and I experienced the best sex of my life!" She yells and I can't help but smirk.
"I'm pregnant and tired. Also, I'm uncontrollably emotional and... and.... Well, I don't need a reason to be angry. I'm pissed and this fucker is going to die," she rants and I watch her with amusement in my eyes. She's so sexy when she's feisty.
The door flies open and before I can react, the person is on the floor with Sierra holding a knife against their neck. "Ross?" She questions and he looks at her in shock. He then looks at me and I shrug. "Shouldn't have barged in," I mumble and Sierra scrambles off of him while sighing.
"Well excuse me for getting over here as fast I could. Not like some scumbag is here to kill your lovely wife and the head of the fucking mafia," he says angrily and I roll my eyes. Damn Sierra and her bad habits. Even I'm starting to pick up on them.
"Sorry," Sierra says softly and he gives her a soft smile in return. "No need. My apologies for entering without warning. We have a picture of the man who entered the compound. It's slightly blurry but we need you to look at it Sierra," he tells her and she nods before walking over to him.
"Could you maybe get dressed first?" I interrupt and Sierra glares at me. I return the look and she sighs before grabbing her clothes and walking around me towards the bathroom.
A few seconds later she walks back out and heads straight to Ross. "Let me see it," she says and he hands it over. Shock takes over her beautiful face and she drops the photo to the ground. "Do you know this man?" Ross asks and she looks at the picture on the ground.
"He's dead. I'm going to slit his fucking throat while staring him in the eyes. Maybe I'll do it after I tortured him so much he's begging to be set free from his life," she growls and I frown, an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I walk over to where they are standing and crouch down. I pick the photo up and my mouth opens in shock. The mole is Ryan? "Sierra," I mumble and she ignores me, continuing on with her nonsense rambling.
"Who's the guy?" Ross asks and I clear my throat before standing tall. "Ryan, a friend of Sierras. He showed up not that long ago, acting as if he was gay and a tortured soul. I believe he's not only the mole, but he's the one who set it up to look like I got Morgan pregnant," I say out loud, more so to Sierra at the end.
"Ryan is the father to that baby," I mumble.
"And he will pay for trying to kill you," I growl out. Sierra sighs and walks over to me. She places her hands on my chest and I wrap my arms around her waist. "Let's just focus on finding him and killing him," she whispers and I nod.
"You're right," I tell her and she smiles.
"So what do we do boss?" Ross asks her and she clears her throat. "Get every available man armed and ready for war. If so much as one hair gets touched on mine or Asher's head, there will be hell to pay. Our lives should be watched and protected at every single second. Pass that along. Understood?" She questions and he nods.
"Yes ma'am."
He nods at me before scurrying off. "That was beyond hot babe, but unfortunately I can't express to you how that made me feel. So for now, just know when I get a chance I'm going to fuck you like crazy again," I tell her and she smirks.
"I'll hold you to that promise handsome."
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I feel HORRIBLE for taking so long to update. So I hope you all enjoyed this one. ❤️
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Romance"Wait, did you say we have to go back?" I ask Asher while kicking off my high heels. "It's time Sierra. It's time for you to claim your position. The Council called and they will be here any minute." I look at him in shock, but a smirk soon appears...
