|Ace's POV| Guilt rides heavy on my shoulders as I push in the button for the penthouse after entering the lift. My suit jacket is hanging limply in my hand while there is blood splattered against the fabric of my white shirt, my skin, my hair. I cannot even meet my own eyes, looking like death incarnate, as the events of the night continue to flash through my head.Serena had demanded that I help Viktor Brullo— New York's crime lord— with whatever he might require, and today, I had to go and pull an odd job of being his fucking handler. And the job required me to torture a man in front of the eyes of his very pregnant wife because he had stolen some petty amount from Viktor Brullo and the asinine crime lord wanted revenge on the poor man. Drenched in their blood, I want nothing but to succumb to the darkness of my room right now, in hopes of perhaps forgetting all the heinous crimes I have committed ever since the day that I became a pawn at the hands of the Van Dykes. There wa
|Flashback contd.||Meera's POV| His lips crash against mine and my entire body freezes in its spot as I stand there with my hands suspended by my sides as Alejandro's lips move over my own. What is happening? After two months of animosity why is he kissing me now?An impatient growl escapes Ace's lips as he pries my lips open, pulling my body up against his own, he presses me flush against himself. The woodsy scent of his cologne and the taste of mint on his breath is enough to remind me of all those times when he has kissed me before, the way his hands know just how to handle my body same as they are right now, and the way my body melts at his touch — as if he is the only one who is ever meant to touch me. My head starts to spin and I let out a strangled cry as I start kissing him back with fervour. My hands reach up to cup the sides of his neck just as he deepens the kiss and his teeth nip at my bottom lip, eliciting a surprised gasp from my lips. That is all the entrance he n
|Flashback, 4 Years Ago| |Meera's POV|"One more." I tell the bartender who nods his head and pours another glass of Irish whiskey in my glass before going away to attend to other customers. My phone lays in front of me on the bar-top, flashing with Ace's name for the thousandth time tonight but I could really not give a fuck about him right now. I returned from Paris a few hours ago and the only place I could think of going is this nightclub that I am currently sitting in. It is past midnight already and I don't know how many drinks I have had by now. But clearly not enough if I can still feel my chest aching and my heart pounding with pathetic hope every time that my phone rings and it says that it is my darling husband calling me. The entirety of the last month was a fucking whirlwind and right now, I am so fucking exhausted that I could just sleep for a week straight. The first two weeks were hectic with the wedding shopping and making sure that everything went in accordance
|Flashback; 4 Years Ago| |Ace's POV| "Meera!" She ignores my call as she struts to the dance floor, leaving me standing by the bar as I cuss out under my breath. Shaking my head at her carelessness, I enter the swarm of drunk men and women, dancing to the beat that the classical music lover inside me would never understand. I push past the sweat ridden bodies of intoxicated beings before I finally find her in the centre of the dance floor, swaying to the music with her hands thrown up and her head thrown back. A loud growl escapes my lips but gets muddled in the high volume of the music when I see a man trying to snake his way behind her. I snatch her by the waist before he can lay a finger on her, glaring at him with such hatred that he actually pales in comparison and gulps before scurrying off of the dance floor. Good. Because I have no intention of killing anyone tonight, like I had had to kill the brunet who made the mistake of forcing himself upon her all those months ago
2 Years Ago - Meera"Ace...please...I had nothing to do with your father's death..." I whimper, protectively placing my hand over my abdomen. His grip tightens around my throat as my eyes water when I look into his eyes reddened by the effect of the alcohol that he has consumed. All I can see is my death looming over my head as I try my best to be able to breathe through my nose even if he is trying his best to block my airways. "Well, all evidence seems to state otherwise, bitch! You were the one leaking all information about us back to your father. And here I was...thinking that we had something..." his words slur but his actions are completely focused on me. Completely focused on killing me. I can feel it...I am not going to make it...I shake my head, "someone is trying to...frame me..." my words start falling weaker than before and I can feel my head spinning as my senses start to leave my body. "No! You're the one who did everything! You made sure that I was distracted by y
Meera"Meera, did you get the paper work compiled for the buy out?" I look up from my laptop screen as I find my eyes clashing with the green orbs of my best friend in this office, the feisty redhead named Clarissa. I nod my head, "yes, I already submitted it on Mr. Gianopoulus' desk last night. Is everything okay?" I ask her, noticing how winded she looks. Clarissa huffs, "yeah, I'm just worried that they're going to find something wrong with everything and my head is going to be served on the platter in front of the new boss." I chuckle, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, "why are you so afraid of him? In fact, why is the entire office so afraid of him?" I wonder out loud. Ever since the news of the new boss has been out in the open, everyone has been fretting over the man who is going to take over after Mr. Gianopoulus. I personally know nothing about the new boss since I have been on leave since the last two weeks and today is my first day back on the job. I am
MeeraMy jaw slackens as I meet the eyes of my husband who is currently standing with my old boss, ready to take the position of becoming my new boss. Fuck. "I'm going to kill you!""You ruined us!""Ace...please...please don't kill me...""You're a traitor, Meera!"All those horrible instances flash in front of my eyes and I relive every single moment of pain that I suffered because of this man. Fuck. Why is he here?I thought he would never leave the mafia business that he was into...Wait...has he left everything behind or has he finally been successful in finding me?No...God no..."You two were responsible for drawing up these contracts, I presume?" Alejandro asks, his face doesn't give away a single emotion that is currently going on inside his head. It's as if he is completely indifferent to my presence and he is currently regarding both me and Clarissa with nothing but a disdained scowl. "Y-yes, Mr. Harrington, we are responsible for them." Clarissa responds hesitantly.
He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and that sends my mind into a frenzy and I forget to breathe for a second. I'm nothing but a puddle of mess beneath him and he knows it well enough. His fingers reach the roots of my hair as he tilts back my head slightly to gain more access to my mouth as our tongues fight for dominance but as usual, he wins by running his tongue along my bottom lip and making an elicit moan escape my mouth. Why am I kissing him back?Why do I want to run my fingers through his hair? Why do I want to feel the hardness of his chiseled chest? Why am I so turned on by the idea of kissing him after such a long time of being away from him, as if I was lost in the desert till now and he is my last drop of water?Fuck...Ace's lips travel down my jaw and into the crevice of my neck as his grip tightens on my hair and he pushes my body further against the wall by pressing himself against me. A shaky breath escapes my lips when I feel the bulge of his pants press