THE POWERS (on-hiatus)
In 1930, the Ashfords, once rivals, are now a feared mafia couple. United by marriage, they run separate empires while facing danger together. Jack urges Lisa to focus on strategy, but her deadly skills remain hard to hide. Th...
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A NAME TO CALL HOME
Elisabeth strode into her private office, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the room as her men nodded in silent respect.
Martin, her trusted right hand, fell into step beside her, his face tight with concern.
“Boss, I heard about last night. You went against the Southerners on your own without Jack?” Martin asked, quickening his pace to match hers. “Was he furious about it?”
Elisabeth paused briefly, her voice steady. “His men needed my help,” she said as they entered her office.
She removed her hat, tossed it onto the desk, and sank into her chair, letting out a soft sigh. "I enjoy helping my husband. Is that such a problem?"
Martin glanced at her, choosing his words carefully. "Not at all, Boss. But your husband’s not keen on you doing the heavy—"
"He’s using that as an excuse," she cut in, her tone sharp but calm. "He doesn’t want me out there again."
Martin stayed silent, watching her closely.
Elisabeth leaned back in her chair, her voice softening. "Maybe he’s right. I should focus on strategy, not the physical stuff. But it feels like I’ve lost a part of myself, my edge."
Martin frowned but said nothing, sensing the conflict within her.
He had seen Elisabeth fight alongside her men and he knew her strength. But he also knew that leadership in her.
Elisabeth stood suddenly, walking to the large window that overlooked the streets below.
Her voice was softer now, thoughtful. "I was trained to be more than just a strategist, Martin. I built my reputation with both my mind and my fists." She paused. "But maybe that part of me is fading."
Martin followed her to the window, his tone cautious. "You’re still one of the sharpest, Boss. But Jack... he’s protective, maybe too much sometimes."
She gave a small smile, a rare crack in her calm exterior. "I know. But we’re supposed to be partners, working together. I can’t just sit back while he handles everything."
Her voice tightened again. "Last night, the Southerners wouldn’t have been pushed back if I hadn’t stepped in. I had to show them that Ashford and Aldridge are still powerful together."
Martin nodded slowly. "But Jack won’t see it that way. He’s got his pride, and you... you’ve got your battles to fight."
Elisabeth sighed, turning away from the window. "I just hope he understands that I’m not trying to prove him wrong. I just want to stand by his side, like we agreed when we married."
She glanced back at the window, her shoulders heavy with another sigh.
