Ace's POV:We had finished eating and I glanced at Ice who gave me a thumbs up for encouragement. For some reason, his face looked more punchable when he did that.I was nervous but I was hoping Sofia couldn't tell; this evening had gone perfectly so far.I had the ring in my suit pocket so that it wasn't noticeable to Sofia.We joked with each other as we talked, it was so easy for me to speak to her even when I'm nervous to the point that I'm shaking."I've left a mark on you Hernandez, a mark you can't replace. Even if we don't work out, you'll always look for me in every girl you meet" Sofia muttered proudly with a big grin plastered on her face. "Possibly" I raised my eyebrow with a grin; She knows it too.A few moments had passed."Here, stand up with me" I ushered her suddenly before we stood next to our seats. "Why are we standing?" Sofia questioned nervously; She didn't like people staring at her."You're right, you've left a mark on me; You've changed me. You make me a bette
I stood in the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had blood all over me; on my face, on my clothes, in my hair; who even knows how blood got there.I glanced down at my hands that hadn't stopped shaking since I held Sofia's cold, lifeless body in my arms. They were covered in blood.I turned on the water and began to wash my hands. My eyes welled up with tears again as I watched the blood slowly come off my skin.It was supposed to be me; The thought kept reoccurring, making it hard to concentrate on anything.I was so tired of crying. I wanted to break something or hit someone but I had no energy so all I could do is cry. I gripped the sink in anger as I remembered her face."I'm afraid I'll never see you again"; her voice rang through my head, making me instantly punch the mirror to distract myself from my thoughts. It shattered into a million pieces as I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.My hand began to bleed; Atleast it was my own blood this time.I went
4 years later.Ice's POV:I have been struggling to get out of bed lately; I think it's the fact that Sofia's 4 year anniversary is approaching quite quickly and most of us still haven't finished grieving. Especially Ace.Ace went on a rampage for about two years after she died, just killing anything or anyone that pissed him off except for Jaxon obviously. He had went from barely getting out of bed to killing everyone including the police force and innocent people who he thought was guilty.But then, almost two years ago around this time, he just suddenly stopped. Personally I don't think he has the energy anymore to kill people, not to mention Jaxon who can now have a full conversation. A short one, but a conversation nonetheless. Little does Jaxon know today's his mother's 4 year death anniversary.I still feel like Dante and I are walking on eggshells around Ace. We're always careful not to mention her name, just incase he snaps.I walked into the sitting room where I saw the phot
*CONTINUATION**Sofia's POV*My face became shocked as he knelt down on one knee."Will you marry me?" He said in awe as he looked up at me. I was frozen; He wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. "Sofia?" He asked, grabbing my attention away from my thoughts. "Yes," I smiled, ear to ear before he stood up and I hugged him. "I love you" he whispered into my ear as he hugged me tightly. "I love you more" I muttered quietly so only he could hear. I released my grip on him when I felt water trickle down the side of my leg.I glanced down in confusion. My eyes connected with Ace's; he widened his eyes, realising what was happening."You're water broke" Ice shouted from behind me. "Call an ambulance" I said to Ace calmly as I sat down.Ice was freaking out in the corner with Dante who had an almost sad expression on his face.Within 5 minutes the ambulance had come and Ace was panicking the entire time. He kept telling me that it would be alright but I think it was for his own reass
SIDE STORY OF of Alex's life before Ace had become one of the most feared men in the country, but how did a normal kid wind up being the right-hand man to the most dangerous mafia boss?----I was nine when my mother left.I remember sitting in my house, begging my little brother to stop crying. I knew he was hungry but there was no food in the fridge. We were helpless, so naive and young; we thought she would come back. She never did.I think 4 days had passed before I finally decided to do something about it. I dressed my little brother who was seven at the time, and we headed towards my school. I don't remember why I chose my school, probably because it was the only place that I knew how to get to."Alex, I'm very hungry," Avery said, holding his stomach with an uncomfortable look on his face."I'll get you food now, just give me a few minutes" I nodded determinedly while dragging him down the road by his hand."Are we going to die, Alex?" Avery asked, very concerned.Truth be told
I woke up with my face against the floor of the tarp and the flashlight still in my hand. My temple still had dried blood running down the side of my head. I could hear kids laughing from the school."Shit" I muttered which earned a gasp from Avery."That's a bad word Alex!" He yelled at me angrily. I just smiled because I learned that I didn't have a parent to shout at me when I said things like that."Who cares? Moms not here anymore" I smiled cheekily as Avery almost died from shock."Shit" Avery whispered before covering his mouth with his hands. I erupted into laughter while watching him freak out."I don't think I'll say them words Alex, they don't make me feel good" Avery replied with an uneasy expression plastered on his face. I just laughed and emerged from the tarp."Come on Avery" I urged as he glanced around the tarp."Can I bring one?" He asked with an evil smile, referring to the comics."Yes, now come on" I said, pulling him out of the base.I realised that both my bro
I wish I'd of known what lay ahead for us.We were sent to a foster home, it was quite far from our house but I think that was the purpose. We couldn't just run home if we wanted. It's also that our mom couldn't come get us if she ever turned up again.I remember sitting the dim car as the child services drove us to the home. I could see Avery was worried by the look on his face. I looked out the window to see the grey skies and the trees blowing in the wind. Leaves were flying all over the road and people were walking along the sidewalks. There was no sunlight. Outside was just as dim as inside our car.I stepped out of the car to see a nicely presented house with big windows and a floor mat that said welcome. The walls were painted white and the sign had a blue outlining. They had flowers against their walls, presumably to look more presentable. As nice as this place looked, I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home with Avery and watch tv.I saw kids peaking down at us from th
We were now on day five, without food. They had given us water but that was all we had received from the wicked witch. I'm not saying we didn't deserve punishment, Avery almost killed Derek. I'm just saying that maybe it shouldn't have been borderline torture.Everyday I was getting skinnier, so was Avery. I had given Avery the last few cookies, to keep him going. As I lay on my bed, my stomach aching from emptiness, I thought about if I was going to die here. I didn't want to die here but we couldn't stay in a place that starved children for punishment."Alex, I'm so hungry" Avery whined, placing his hand on his stomach."Don't think about it, you'll make it worse" I informed him as my stomach growled in pain.Then, out of the blue, our door opened."Since foster parents are coming today, we have to feed you" Derek grumbled as he rolled his eyes, throwing the two plates on the floor before walking out.I smiled at Avery and pushed a plate over to him. We had finished our food within