Chapter 1

Ashtons POV

"Bye Ashley" i smirked, slamming the mahogany front door shut before the tiny blonde could turn around to protest.

I didn't give a shit about her, fuck I didn't even know if her name was Ashley if i was being honest. She was just another nightly hook up in my long list of contacts to put it nicely .... then again remorse and guilt didn't affect me like it would other people.

I used people and things to my advantage and when i was done with it, i dropped it faster then you could say hot, to me Ashley was just another girl, just another conquest.

I chuckled slightly turning back  at the sight of my bedroom all torn up, flashbacks of the previous night foggy in my head.

I must of drank too much again

Shrugging carelessly, I rummaged through some drawers before getting dressed in black ripped jeans and and a grey pull over hoodie. My head was pounding with a dull pain as i idlily shoved my head through the sweater.

why did i even bother getting up?

Groaning and grabbing my keys, I left my apartment building and headed down the stairs to my  Audi.

The sleek black vehicle was one of my favorites, with its limo tinted windows and custom brown interior, it oozed of money and status. I hopped  into the buttery leather interior, rev'd the engine and quickly peeled away from the daunting glass building and out on to the freeway. The hum of excitement resonating in my veins.

Racing sport cars was in my blood, I always loved shifting into higher gears, racing past civilian cars at neck breaking speeds. The Adrenaline made me actually feel something, it made made my dead heart beat with anticipation.

Zooming towards my fathers place, I let my mind wander to the alarming phone call I had received early this morning, interrupting my morning session with Alicia or was it Amy?

From the angry tone of my fathers voice Shit was about to hit the fan.

Honestly I never cared for the man who had a part in my creation, he was a cruel and careless at  the age of 10 he was training me and pushing me far past my breaking limits. I was a child, but did he care?

No.

He actually had the nerve to call me at four am demanding a meeting with me and the inner circle. Being the leader of our gang (Mk12) he could call the shots and they had to listen; as his son I was definitely required to oblige. It was our way of life "submission or go missing"

I was used to it though,  the harsh  demands of a criminal life. It was the life I was born into; I never had a choice. I was raised in the gangs "social hierarchy" and now after 25 years I was almost the king. I wanted to over throw my father, I wanted to crush him like a June bug beneath my shoe in August, i wanted him to feel the soul crushing reality that he wasn't immortal, he was a man, a man damned to hell.

I was Ashton Whyte, bad boy billionaire, heir of my fathers  gang and The Whyte business empire, I didn't care about anyone except myself, my sister and a few close members of my crew that grew to be my brothers. Otherwise my heart turned to stone a long, long time ago. Love was  for fools, it was a weakness. Love drove you to madness, it left you broken and alone.

I would never be that guy.

I turned up Woah by Beno and pressed down on the gas, trying to distract myself from my thoughts from getting any darker. The whole situation was getting under my skin and I had a feeling it was about to become even worse especially since my father walked back into our life, its been one complication after another.

The old man was like a magnet for trouble.

I don't know why he showed up after a year of going ghost on the gang, leaving me to run the show but whatever the reason, it better be important. He wouldn't have called an emergency club meeting otherwise.

"....At least it better be good, otherwise I might have something rather nasty to say about it.