The London streets were bathed in a soft, moonlight glow as I took a midnight stroll. The city's energy subdued, but I felt invigorated by the cool night air. I loved these kinds of walks, it was peaceful and calm.

I turned the corner and my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. I didn't notice the figure approaching me until it was too late. I bumped into the tall, imposing figure, before I could fall, the figure grabbed my waist to hold me steady. I looked up and my blue eyes met his dark gray eyes. His face was unreadable.

His gaze was intense, his piercing gray eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt like he could see right through me, and I wondered what he saw. Suddenly he spoke in a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine and made my knees weak.

"you're quite the clumsy one, aren't you?"

"I'm not clumsy!! You're the one that walked into me!!"

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, it felt like he was studying me. I watched as his eyes moved over my face and then over my body, I wanted to run but I couldn't move.

"you know who I am right?"

"Asher Grey, a dangerous and powerful Mafia leader."

Everyone in London knew who Asher Grey was, and they all feared him. Asher would kill anyone that gets in his way of wanting something, he shows no mercy, he's cruel and cold hearted but when I look into his eyes all I could see was vulnerability and humanity. Under all that tough guy act, Asher was just a normal person who has no choice to do things.

"you don't seem afraid."

"why would I be?"

"well I just thought with me being a mafia leader, you'd be scared."

"well I'm not scared!!"

"damn, you're feisty."

I rolled my eyes and continued walking, but Asher grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his body. His chest was pressed up against my back, I could feel the heat radiating off him. His face was close to mine and I could smell his scent, he smelled like the Calvin Klein Eternity perfume.

"not so fast, I haven't even gotten your name, darling."

"Quinn Laden, you happy now?"

"very."

Asher then wrapped his arms around my waist and I felt myself stiffen.

"relax, I'm not gonna bite, unless you want me to."

My self defense kicked in and I stood on his very hard causing him to grown in pain and let go of me. I ran as fast as I could, I stopped running as I saw that Asher didn't come after me and I took in a deep breath and relaxed. I knew it was a mistake and that Asher would come after me, but I didn't care.

I walked back home and entered the house. My parents were gone fir three weeks since it was a business trip and I was home alone with my brother Jake who is only 8 years old.

I sat in my office surrounded by the trappings of power and wealth, the sunset casting a golden glow in the room. My eyes were fixated on my laptop, where there was information of Quinn. I had my most trusted men digging up information on her, she was mysterious and captured my attention.

As the details began to emerge, I grew with interest. Quinn was a 21 year old Londoner, with a degree in literature and a passion for art. She worked as a freelance writer, contributing to various publications and blogs. Her social media profile revealed her bright and cheerful personality, with a love for life and a sense of humor.

My eyes narrowed as I continued to look through the file. There was something about Quinn that didn't add up, she seemed to be hiding something. I made a mental note to have my men dig deeper, uncover any secret that Quinn might be keeping. My curiosity piqued and I couldn't shake the feeling that Quinn was special, she was feisty but she also looked innocent and I couldn't wait to break her.

I continued to read and my eyes landed on a photo of Quinn. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with joy, I felt a pang of attention and couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to put a smile on her face. The more I learned about her, the more I wanted to know. I became obsessed with uncovering every detail about her life. I had asked my men to find out her secrets and keep tabs on her from a distance, I wanted to know her routines and how she does things.

As the research continued, I realized that Quinn was not like the other women I had encountered. She was smart, resourceful, and independent. She seemed to be surrounded by a aura of mystery, as if she was hiding something significant.

My instincts told me that Quinn was worth perusing. I couldn't explain why, but I felt a connection to her and I couldn't ignore it. And so I decided to take a risk and reach out to her, to see if the spark between us was real.

But the question was would Quinn be interested in me? Would she like me even though I'm a dangerous mafia leader? My eyes gleaned with anticipation as I picked up the phone and clicked on her number. I felt a sense of excitement and I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to Quinn and I wouldn't stop until she's mine. I decided to text her instead of calling her.

"Hey Quinn, it's Asher."

After a few minutes of waiting, she finally replied back and I could feel myself smiling.

"Hey Ash, how did you get my number?"

"I have my ways."

"does your ways include stalking me?"

"maybe, maybe not."

"you know you should really tell your men to keep their distance when they follow someone, they could be easily spotted."

"well you found out they were following you huh?"

"yea, so they're not really good at their job."

I smiled at my phone as we continued to talk. I was confident in my abilities and I was determined to win Quinn's heart.

I sat in on my bed in my room with my laptop in front of me. My fingers were flying across the the keyboard as I typed in Asher's names. I wanted to know more about him and how dangerous his mafia life was. There was something about him that captured my attention.

As I scrolled through the search results and my eyes widened, I knew Asher was a dangerous mafia leader but I didn't know he was this dangerous and did illegal things. Asher was a powerful figure, with a reputation for ruthlessness and cunning. He was a leader of the notorious crime gang, with tentacles reaching deep into the city's underworld.

My heart raced as I continued reading, I always suspected that Asher was involved in something big but I had no idea he was this powerful. The stories a out him was both fascinating and terrifying, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to the danger that surrounded him.

As I dug deeper I began to realise that Asher's rise to power was swift and brutal. He took over the mafia life after his father's death, and quickly consolidated his power through strategic moves and calculated risks.

Despite his tough exterior, I noticed that there was a sense of vulnerability and kindness in him. I wondered was shaped him to be this dangerous and cold. My research went down the rabbit hole of articles, interviews, and analysis. I read about Asher's business dealings and his relationships, he had a few enemies but other then that he didn't have a girlfriend.

As hours passed, my fascination with Asher grew. I couldn't explain why, but I felt a connection with him, a sense that we shared a common thread. I knew this because he sent two of his men to watch my every move and I knew he was interested in me.

My phone buzzed, taking me out of my thoughts. I looked at it and saw it was a message from Asher. My heart skipped a beat and I felt butterflies exploding in my stomach.

"meet me at the coffee shop on 5th street at midnight."

I felt a shiver down my spine s I contemplated the possibilities, why did he want to meet?

My mind was racing with questions, but I had to take the risk, I mean i was already interested in him, in a weird way I felt safe around and I felt like I could be free. I typed out a response, my fingers trembling as I hit send.

"I'll be there."

I waited for midnight, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life would change in ways I couldn't imagine. I was stepping into something I shouldn't, but it was impossible for me to stop, ever since I met Asher that day, I knew I was drawn to him. But he was a mafia leader for damn sake. I was risking my life to try and be with someone who is a stone cold killer and who does illegal things.