Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 128

Chapter 128 – I handed the phone back to the cashier, hearing Asher’s objections on the other end, wishing I could soothe that side of him that wanted to shield me from all danger.

“Tell him the address, then hang up.” I told the cashier, deaf to her reply because it was Asher’s voice that rang in my ears.

“So, should I keep planning my escape, or did you delay my d***h for the time being?” Brandon asked the moment I was within sniffing distance, unable to keep his mouth shut long enough to let me sort through the guilt that made me short of breath.

I rolled my eyes at him, watching as put the gas nozzle back into it’s holder and gestured to the car, “I’d open the door for you, but from what I’ve seen of you and my brother, you’re not into the old-school romance type of stuff. Are you?”

I stared at his knowing smile without so much as a fraction of embarrassment on my face.

“Those schoolgirls of yours a little vanilla, Brandon? Does it surprise you that much that there’s women out there who want more than a few minutes of missionary, then a post-s*x rant about living in your brothers shadow?” I didn’t care I was being a b***h. From how awful my night had gone, I figured I deserved a few minutes. “Mind your own business or you won’t have to worry about Asher k*****g you, because I’ll do it myself. After we track down your friend.”

 

I got in the car and slammed the door, savoring the coldness of the glass against my warm face. Brandon didn’t open his mouth again but did turn on the radio so that AC/DC trickled in quietly through the speakers. Dad would play this kind of music when Sean and I were kids, back when he could glide and run throughout the house. It was this fact and the headache I still had that helped me fall asleep.

This time when I woke up, I knew exactly where I was. There was no avalanche of memories ready to flatten me, only the renewed annoyance that I was here with Brandon.

 

The sun had vanished from the sky, so I knew I’d been asleep for a few hours. I jumped in my seat when the truck of the car slammed, and Brandon yanked open the driver side door and got in.

“Here, shower and change into this. Hopefully, it fits. We don’t have much time.” He said, tossing a shopping bag and a blood bag onto my lap.

I looked out at the seedy motel we were parked out front of smack dab in the center of some nameless city. There were lights everywhere. From the cars that crept down the roads, nearly bumping into one another with every turn, to the skyscrapers and neon lights that flashed in various colors.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“My witch friend works at a night club. One that’ll kick you out in a heartbeat if you show up dressed like that-with or without my jacket to cover the blood.” He replied and tacked on, “oh, and I’ll want that dry cleaned. Yeah?”

I’ll get right on that.” I snorted, balling up his jacket so it’d at least sting when

and b****y clothes off my body. My favorite pair of leggings were littered with tiny holes from the glass that had shattered

up, Even with my enhanced vampire

faster than I ever had in my life, I pulled out a thin scrap of fabric and a

for a while, haven’t I? Doesn’t seem like

trying to escape.’ I sighed and gave her a rundown of the last eight hours while I

to know that I agreed with her. ‘I guess anything’s better than the

blood. Naturally, that wouldn’t have stopped me, but the dress Brandon had picked out was low cut with spaghetti straps. There was no putting my white-turned-red bra

same dark shade as my hair. It would be a pain to move in if I needed to run, but it was long

keeping these shoes…” I told Brandon, “…hope your heart wasn’t set on

shrugged, glancing my way before pulling out of the parking

replied, wondering

an hour later, we were parked on some desolate city street right out front of a blacked -out brick building. Most of the buildings down the street were closed or shut down, apart from a 24-hr laundry mat. Instead of smelling sweat, d***s, and alcohol, all I could pick up was the light scent of laundry detergent.

skated down my spine from Asher’s gravely voice. ‘I’m on a plane heading your way. Tell my brother if there’s so much as a hair out of place on your head,

ever, and you got on a plane? And believe me…’ I gave Brandon a long

safe, Lola. I’d lose my mind

but I will come back to you safe and sound. I

me harm. I could feel such

are we?” I asked, “There’s absolutely no

reason. It’d be too obvious if there were flashing lights and three hundred people lining up down the block.” Brandon replied with a casual shrug of the shoulder, “And don’t

raised an eyebrow, “can you blame

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