Free The Bad Boy's Dance by Vera Calloway

Ivy,” Asher said dismissively. Gritting my teeth, I watched silently as he entered the dark warehouse. Something had to be wrong with that boy for him to do this. Every moment I spent with him made it easier to believe all the rumors I’d brushed off as ridiculous.
                  For instance, slashing the tires of five guys who’d committed the treasonous act of commenting on Asher’s uncouth treatment of their sisters/girlfriends/ friends. If he saw someone that caught his fancy, neither heaven nor hell could stand in his way.
                  Then, he’d promptly break her heart when he lost interest.
                  Should I leave? I glanced at the area once more and sighed. No, no matter how much a jerk he was, I couldn’t desert him in Fear Street.
                  The clock ticked, and my phone buzzed with a message from Mom.
                  Mom: Where are you? I know it’s Saturday but no school project takes this long.
                  Me: I’m waiting to pick up a friend. I’ll be home soon.
                  Another fifteen minutes passed, and still no sign of Asher. Stuffing my phone in my pocket, I grabbed the door handle and inhaled deeply.
                  Come on Ivy, you can do this. Maybe he’s in trouble. You can’t just sit outside. Move it!
                  Opening the car door, I lowered my feet to the gravel and shut the door soundlessly. The wind whipped my hair across my face, a warning to get my butt back to my car. Swallowing my unease and fear, I crept towards the warehouse.
                  I pressed my ear against the door, but I couldn’t hear any noise. Both my hands had to be used to open the heavy door. I slipped into the small opening and let it thud shut. Immediately, I was assailed with even more terror. I was trapped in this godforsaken building.
                  Asher Grayson, you had better be seriously injured or I might just do the honors!
                  There was a metal staircase in front of me, and the only way was to go down it. It looked as thin as tinfoil, so I clutched the banister as I slowly descended, flinching at every creak.
                  It ended in the base of a long, dark hallway. Noises- voices!- were coming from the end of it, where I could see it ballooned into a huge storing area. Laying my hand on the wall, I let it guide me along the pitch-black hall, muffling a screech when I felt something crawl between my fingers.
                  When I reached the end of the hall- more like tunnel- I hesitated before stepping into the light. A clattering caught my attention, and I located Asher, standing across from a man, both surrounded by huge crates.
                  “I need more time!” Asher growled. “This isn’t what we agreed on!”
                  The man was shorter than Asher and had a bald patch, but there he was, making Asher get worked up like that. A sneer of derision crossed his features, but it was tinged with fear. Even Baldie knew not to antagonize Asher. “Listen Grayson, I’m the least of your worries. You have bigger sharks to tackle, so why don’t you just get me off your back and give me what I need?”
                  Asher’s lip curled as he stepped closer to the man. In a flash, Baldie had whipped out a gun and had it level with Asher’s heart.
                  And Asher didn’t even blink.
                  Me, being me- well, I screamed.
                  Not my smartest move.
                  Asher and Baldie’s heads whipped in my direction, and then that gun was pointed at me.
                  Asher’s jaw unhinged for a second before anger retook control of his expression. “Put the fucking gun down, Trevor, she’s with me.”
                  Trevor