Ivan
I don't think Melissa meant for this to happen.
She didn't think I'd do what I did. Asher jumped over her head, seeing an opportunity he couldn't pass up. That was fine with me. I wouldn't lose. Now, we just needed to get started. Would Melissa go back on herself and be embarrassed? Could she afford to do that with everyone here?
"I'm ready," I looked at her, already taking off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt. Fighting in dress clothes was never a good idea. It restricted your movement too much. "What are we waiting for?"
"Melissa give the order. We're ready to do this," Asher grinned, eagerly looking at the redhead. "I'll show you that you're wrong about me."
"Fine," her voice was curt, and she didn't try to hide her anger. However, as far as I was concerned, she'd done this to herself. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't wanted to flaunt me and expect everyone to be more afraid of her than their desire to be free. "Don't ruin my hall."
