MIRANDA
I may have had too much to drink. Was it four martinis or six? I couldn't remember and either way, it didn't matter because we had done tequila shots in between.
After dinner, we had retired to the living room. Gunnar wasn't that bad. He actually had a fun side to him that apparently, Quinn brought out. Ace continued with his advances but in a teasing manner. He got a kick out of riling me up.
Stupid asshole.
The room began to spin and everyone's voices meshed. Gunnar was busy telling us a story about — actually I couldn't remember what it was about but it had Ace and Quinn laughing. Their laughs bounced off the walls that made up my skull. The alcohol wasn't close to leaving my system and I could already feel a headache coming on.
I brought my hand up to my temple and silently groaned to myself. My head felt heavy, as if someone unscrewed the top, took out m
MIRANDA I turned and instead of extending my arm to find empty, cool cotton sheets against my palm, I felt something warm, soft, and yet hard with ridges and bumps. My head felt heavy and my eyelids heavier but I forced them to peal open. I could remember most of last night. Quinn and I came to the Astor house to have dinner and drinks and I may have had too much to drink and over-extended my invite to the entire night. My vision was blurry when I opened my eyes, a bright light leaking through a sliver of space between the thick black curtains. I eventually focused on the man that resembled an angel sleeping beside me. The light hung around him as if it were a majestic halo, leaving only his silhouette in view. It was difficult to imagine this man planning and orchestrating so many murders. He was a serial killer, a mass murderer, but at this moment he looked as if he couldn't harm a fly. He slept on hi
MIRANDA "You seem distracted," Agent Chambers waved a hand in front of my eyes that were glued on a family photo on his desk. This was the first time I found myself in his office and the first time it felt disgustingly wrong for me to be here. After what had happened over the weekend, after hearing what Ace had done for me, I knew I couldn't sell him out like this. But I didn't know how to back out of this. What excuse could I possibly give them? I gulped down my resignations and focused on Agent Chambers' mossy green eyes. He had the standard corner office for an FBI agent in his league and I was sure that he was pretty proud of it. He probably wanted to keep this office with his beautiful view and to do that, he needed my help. However, I no longer saw Ace in the same light as him. "What if Ace isn't as bad as you think he is," I sat back and crossed my right leg ov
ACEI scrubbed a hand down my face as I listened to Quinn drone on about different wedding arrangements. For someone who didn't want to rush into anything, she seemed to be having a fucking ball of a time searching up flowers, dress patterns, and the whole shebang that came with the wedding farce.My brother was at the office. I was certain of this because he wouldn't leave Quinn's side if it didn't involve business and he preferred to keep Quinn far away from any of his business affairs — both legal and illegal. It was something I actually could commend him on doing. The woman I ended up with — if I found someone to handle me — would probably be in this shit with me. I didn't need her being ignorant about what I did and it would just be easier to protect her."Are you even listening to me," Quinn eventually asked, leaning forward and poking me in the cheek, "or am I boring Trigger
MIRANDADaniel shoved past Ace, shoulder checking him with a grunt before making his way down the hall to the elevator. I knew I couldn't keep Ace from entering the apartment but the rage in his eyes, the redness of his face, it all sent fear racing down my spine. He waited, though, waited for me to let him in. It surprised me he hadn't just broken into my apartment in the first place.I stepped to the side and gestured for him to enter while wiping away the tears that stained my cheeks. Daniel had sat with me while we watched the whole video — the content instantly got to me. That could have been me. I could have been stuck beneath those boys. I could have been silently praying for it to stop because my body was too numb to do anything. Or maybe my mind would have gone numb too, barely registering what was happening. Maybe I wouldn't feel their icky hands on my flesh or the throbbing pain between my legs. Maybe I'd
MIRANDAAce remained silent after we left Gabby's house. I didn't like his silence because I wanted to know what was going on in his head. What did he think about my plan? Did my words shock him? It couldn't have though because we had about what I'd do to a dead body on multiple occasions. Of course, those were just ways to keep the imagination active. This was reality.I planned an actual living, breathing, person's murder and I didn't feel an ounce of guilt about it. Maybe I belonged in Ace's world after all.We entered the city but he wasn't making his way to my apartment. I wasn't sure where we were going but I was happy that it wasn't home because it gave me time to speak to him. It gave me time to loosen his tongue about what he had just heard."Are you just going to ignore my presence in the car then?" I quipped, turning to him with a glare.My eyes latched onto the
ACEI surveyed Miranda from the corner of my eye as I drove to her apartment. She was nervous and she could deny it all she wanted but I saw it in the way her pulse hammered against her skin at the crook of her neck, in the way minuscule beads of sweat clung to her temple, and in the way she kept fidgeting or biting at her lower lip that now sported red cracks because she wouldn't stop chewing at it.Miranda could lie to my face and tell me it was what I had planned for tomorrow that was bringing on these nervous ticks of hers but she would be fucking lying. She was nervous from the moment I entered her apartment after Daniel had left. If she thought for one God damned moment I believed her pathetic excuse of having rat problems, then she probably thought I was stupid — beyond it really.And maybe I would have brushed off her behavior if it hadn't been for the way she lunged at me, pressing her lips
MIRANDAI entered the massive house with my chin up and my palms clammy. Not the best combination but I remembered the last time I had been here. Ace had dragged me along as company. He thought I would stop him from doing something utterly stupid and yet, at the end of the day, Ace still managed to be Ace.He was protective over Quinn, more so than he was over me at the time. But considering everything, I understood why. He didn't trust the man that stayed in this house. Not when that man was the same person who killed Ace's parents and then used Quinn — his very own daughter — as a pawn in his game.But I needed to be here. Ace wouldn't let me out of his sight especially when I mentioned coming to this home. I could see him fuming internally even though he kept a cold resolve on the outside when I mentioned meeting with Daniel. It wasn't what he thought though. I wasn't trying to get into Dani
MIRANDAHe wasn't home.I arrived after talking to Persephone only to find the house stark empty — not even a cook or helper in sight. I searched for Ace in the common areas like the living room and gardens and then went to his room but he wasn't there. The other half of the house was a half Ace never ventured into. Gunnar's room and home office were there.I paced the foyer, glaring at my phone's screen. Ace hadn't answered my calls or my texts and I didn't know what else to do. I would have been fine if this house didn't feel so haunted. In the darkness and quiet, a chill raced down my spine and had goosebumps littering my flesh. I wasn't worried about him. He could take care of himself and I knew this house was safe but...I sighed, taking a seat on the steps. The agent had indeed messaged me. He had even called multiple times. Since Ace wasn't at home, I called him back and he su
ACE "Hey," I caught Miranda by her wrists, the pads of my thumbs tracing over her thrumming pulse points, "you need to breathe, baby. Take in a deep breath for me." Her sky blue eyes held my hazel ones as she inhaled deeply through her nose, chest inflating with air and round tits pressing against the bodice of her dress. My gaze flickered down before I could stop myself but I instantly regretted it. I locked my jaw and forced myself to plant my feet in place so I wouldn't attack her with my insatiable need for her, "Now," my voice sounded strained to my ears but I continued through clenched teeth, "release that breath for me, baby." She exhaled sharply through her mouth, sweet-scented breath flooding my senses, "I'm fine." "You're running around like a fucking headless chicken.
MIRANDA"Would you stop moving," I chastised but the words came out muffled since I had a pin pressed between my lips, "if I poke you it will be entirely your fault, don't even think of blaming me."Ace scowled down at me, jutting out his lower lip and batting his stupidly long eyelashes, "You've already poked me more times than I can count on one hand.""And I'll poke you some more if you keep looking at me like that," I grumbled, continuing my work of sewing the button of his black button-down while the shirt was still tightly stretched over his body."Is this totally necessary?" He asked, catching my wrists in his large hands and yanking me close until the tip of his nose was to mine. I was certain my brain forgot how to perform all bodily functions suddenly I was rendered mute while my lungs refused to inflate with air. My mind became dizzy as I drowned in those rich
ACE If there was one place I hated more than my very own home, it was the fucking hospital. From the white vinyl floors to the pungent odor of disinfectant that had my nostrils burning, I hated it all. But what I hated the most—what instantly became my pet peeve—was their stupid fucking rules. I was good and ready to threaten whoever I needed to but Jericho held me back. He didn't even have to do it physically or use words. It was a simple glare, one that reminded me of how our mother used to use the very same glare to chastise me during my childhood. It gave me pause. I now sat in the God-awful waiting room along with my brothers, Quinn and her brother, and Odette—she arrived as soon as her shift ended. The only people allowed in to see Miranda was her family which included her motherfucking father who barely ever saw her. He was more pissed that his apartment had become a crime scene instead of caring whether or not his daughter was alive. I could unalive him. That was now an opt
MIRANDAI eventually pulled myself together while Odette held me, whispering words of comfort that fell on deaf ears. It took me a while to blink away my tears and note that she was alone, no partner in sight, and no other cops trailing behind her to cordon off the crime scene. Her face was set in a placid mask that had my trembling bones calming.She smoothed down my knotted hair, green eyes softening when they landed on my injured head and shoulder. When her attention moved to the dead man on the floor I swear a shadow of fury flickered across her face before her mask slipped into place again."You're okay," she murmured, shrugging off her jacket and draping it over my shoulders, "you're safe."I didn't realize how cold I was until the warmth of the jacket danced over my icy skin. With white knuckles, I held the jacked close to me and breathed in a sigh, allowing a sho
MIRANDA I groaned. My head felt heavy on my shoulders with a pounding headache that rivaled every single hangover I ever had in my life. My thoughts were scrambled but I forced myself to stitched them back together because there was a nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me life depended on it. I remembered Ace dropping me off at my apartment this morning before heading to see his brother. Then, I got showered, dressed, and made my way down to the basement parking with my sister so I could attend classes today. From there onwards, everything was a blur coming back to me in flashy fragments. I remembered the cold chill that ran down my spine and then the even colder chill of the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of my head. There was a phone call but I couldn't remember the details of it and then I was driving to God only knew where because I couldn't remember. But
ACE"I'm going to kill him," I seethed, pacing the length of Gunnar's office at Astor Architecture. After I had driven Miranda home to get ready for her day, I came here. I should have stayed with her. If I had stayed with her this wouldn't have happened, "no, I'm not going to kill him," I stopped pacing and glared out the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the city in all its beauty, "I'm going to cut his dick off, blend it and then make him drink it before slowly peeling his skin from his body.""Let's find them first before you decide on what you're going to do with him," Gunnar, as calm as fucking ever, said from his seat behind his desk, "Odette has Quinn, and Jericho is tracking her car through any and every camera he can hack into. I'm going to the warehouse to fetch Goldilocks and you find them when Jericho gives you a location. I'll have a team at your disposal if you need it.""If he doesn't
MIRANDA"So, a psychopath is officially going to be my brother-in-law unless you find a way to royally fuck it up again," my sister mused while jabbing the button on the elevator like a possessed freak while baring her teeth."Hey," I glowered at her words, circling my fingers around her wrist and yanking her hand away from the poor button—it wasn't as if her fighting with it lessened our wait time, "what makes you think I'll find a way to fuck this up? He's just as capable of doing that.""Sure he is," my sister's black-stained lips pulled into a grin but it held no warmth. When she dressed as if a black hole had chewed her and then spat her out then warmth was the last thing I expected to grace her face right now, "but you're you and he's, quite frankly, made you his obsession from the moment he set eyes on you. The last thing he's going to do is something that will fuck up what he's finally got his hands on after you held out on him for so long.""You haven't even had a proper conve
MIRANDA "Are you going to at least tell me how you know her?" Quinn prodded, fluttering her strawberry blonde eyelashes at Jericho. We were at the Astor home—Gunnar in his home office and Ace in the gym. That was when Quinn decided to pounce on Jericho. We still hadn't spoken. She was making it a point of ignoring me and I couldn't blame her. However, I needed to make it up to her. She was my best friend and I couldn't stand her being mad at me even if I did deserve to be shunned. Jericho leaned back in his chair and crossed his muscle-corded arms over his broad chest as he stared us down, "If I won't tell my brothers, what makes you think I'd tell you?" I snorted at his question, tucking my feet under my butt on his bed so I could settle in, "She can be persuasive." Quinn whipped her head to me—she was seated beside me but left enough room between us for a wall of tension to build itself, "At least I'm not a cunning bitch." "Okay, I think I'm going to leave," Jericho made to mov
ACE"WHAT DID YOU DO?" I yelled into my phone.We had turned the tables. Instead of those fuckers following us, we were following them. It might have given the game away that we were onto them but it gave them a taste of their own God damned medicine. Though, we had to be careful—or, at least, Gunnar had to be careful. Even with him being well ahead of the gun trade compared to his competitors, he was still losing business because of this inconvenience. And, knowing my brother, it wasn't sitting well with him. So, what he had done shouldn't have surprised me, and yet, it did.It did because my brother was the cold, calculated one between us two even if his temper went off like a grenade, destroying everything in its wake."It was one of those times where he was doing the following," Gunnar grunted and I fisted the steering wheel, feeling Miranda's curious gaze burning every inch of f