The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 933

“Wanna go one-on-one, or do you all want a piece at once?” Herman rolled his shoulders, eyes cold and sharp. “Let’s not waste time—I’ve got somewhere to be.”

He’d finally managed to sit down with Anastasia for a real meal—a rare treat—and now these idiots had barged in to ruin it.

Asher picked the worst possible moment to show up. If he didn’t know when to back off, Herman was more than ready to knock him around to blow off some steam.

Asher’s crew exchanged glances, looking to him for a plan.

Trouble was, Asher had been on the receiving end of Herman’s skills before—the scar on his face was a daily reminder.

“Hand over the chip,” Asher said, trying to sound tough. “Do that, and maybe I’ll let you walk away. There’s six of us, but I’m not exactly looking for a fight.”

Herman just gave a cold half-smile. If he’d shown up alone, it meant he wasn’t scared of anything they could do.

“Asher, we’ve been at each other’s throats for years,” Herman’s voice was icy. “Even if I gave you another ten, you wouldn’t win. If I were you, I’d know when to quit. But if you’ve really got nothing left to lose, I can help you with that.”

Asher’s jaw tightened, but he held his ground. “Don’t get cocky, Herman. Tables turn. You ruined me once, but I bounced back. Just because Rowan turned on me doesn’t mean you’ve won. I’m not scared of you.”

“You’ve got some moves,” Herman shot back, a chill in his smile. “But not a whole lot going on upstairs. Rowan’s your brother—whatever drama you two have, that’s on you.”

Asher glared, voice sharp. “Rowan handed the chip to your wife. Don’t act like you’re not in on it together.”

Herman’s patience was wearing thin. “Stop staring at me like I kicked your puppy. Either throw down or get out of my way. I already gave the chip back to Rowan. I don’t need to see what’s on it to know what you’ve been up to. If the cops get that chip, you’ll be making license plates for the rest of your life.”

Asher blanched, clearly rattled. “Why didn’t you hand it over to the police?” he blurted.

That was what he’d been afraid of—why he’d sent people after Anastasia in the first place. After she got hurt and holed up at home, he’d gone after Rowan instead. But Rowan wouldn’t budge, and Asher nearly lost it.

Herman paused, thinking. The old him would’ve torn Asher apart without a second thought.

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