Asher didn't say anything to that, a foot already out the door. "What's the first club?"
"Black Bow-" Jael barely got out the name of the strip club before Asher was out of the car, fur coat splayed out as he got in another vehicle and sped off.
He practiced his breathing as the call rang, he had thought that they could each handle a club, but an unrestrained Asher would deal more damage than a couple of small-time gangs.
There was too much happening in quick succession to process the severity of gangs going after Asher's clubs, right on his turf. He would deal with that later, right now, he needed to focus on damage control.
"This better be good," Davian muttered as soon as the call connected.
Jael's lips lifted in a humorless smile, "That depends on your taste. Gangs are attacking Asher's clubs, and he's gone completely off the handle."
"Gangs are attacking- wait, what did you say about Asher?" Davian cut himself off.
