(Asher)
I was about to put my phone away when another notification appeared. It wasn't from Turner or anyone connected to the club. I recognized the number, although I hadn't seen it in years. My older brother had found another way to contact me.
I opened the message.
*Asher, I know you're alive. I just want to talk. Please call me.*
I read it twice before locking my phone. He'd been trying to reach me ever since I walked away from the family business. I'd changed my number more than once, but somehow he always managed to find another way. I wondered how long he'd had this number.
I blocked him without replying. There was nothing he could say that would convince me to return to the life I'd left behind. I'd made my decision years ago, and I hadn't regretted choosing my freedom. But se
