Chapter 3 For a few minutes, I felt as though he was speaking the truth. His intense gaze burned into my own, his face mere inches from mine. In that moment, I completely forgot our surroundings; his beauty and words transported me from reality to a realm where anything felt possible. All I had to do was close my eyes, and there he was, standing over a lifeless body as he tucked his gun into his pocket. That stark image jolted me back to reality. I pull away from him and focus on the small chip in the circular wooden table, which resembles the ones from SpongeBob, albeit in a vibrant yellow color. I had little choice here; I had to listen to what this Ace guy had to say. "Carry on." He leaned back in the booth, studying me carefully. "What if I told you I can get rid of all your problems?" he asked, the words hanging heavily in the air between us. "I'm afraid that even if you could do that, new problems would just arise—ones I can't bear," I told him, a chill cours
Chapter 4 It has been two weeks since my last encounter with Ace, and I still don't understand what the deal is with him. People seem to fear him; he certainly looks like a bad guy. However, I'm the only one who witnessed him put a bullet through a man's head—a man who turned out to be the leader of a mafia. I anticipated chaos in the city following his death, believing his men would be seeking revenge for their leader's murder. Surprisingly, Granville, in particular, was quieter than it had been in years; the calmness was almost unsettling. I strolled through the streets as if I weren’t a walking target. With Saturday here, I had no classes or shifts at the diner, so I decided to look for another job. I wanted to save more money to continue my education and afford a cheap apartment, or at least a motel for a couple of nights. Sleeping on a bed was far preferable to spending nights on roadsides, park benches, or in random public restrooms. After what I witnessed, I made sur
Chapter 5 Only one person ever called me "Princess," and he was the only one who genuinely cared about me. That simple gesture was all it took for the floodgates to open at this "fun party." “Shit,” I heard Ace whisper as I cried into my palms. I was simply too overwhelmed by everything happening around me to hold back the tears. “I fucking hate when women cry,” he muttered, but before I could fully process his words, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against a comforting wall of muscles. “Hush, Bonita,” he murmured, his voice softening, “believe me, my intention was never to make you cry.” “Let go,” I said, pushing him away, only to instantly miss the warmth his body had provided. Discreetly, I pinched myself to snap out of these stupid thoughts; there was nothing warm or comforting about a murderer. He stared at me, confusion etched on his face. “I didn’t mean to—” he began, but was cut off by a new voice. “When have you ever done something that you ac
Chapter 6 "The man was my father," Ace's words echoed in my mind. Was I hearing correctly? The leader of the Mafia, the man Ace had killed—was he really his father? A flood of questions overwhelmed me. Why would he kill his own father? Was he truly as ruthless as that suggests, killing a man responsible for the deaths of thousands? Did this mean he was now the head of the Mafia? Did the Captain know about this connection? Is that why everyone seemed to fear him, or did they merely see him as a troublemaker, like Dorine had said? It made sense now why he surrounded himself with so many bodyguards. "Joeniya, breathe properly," I heard him say on the other line. It was only then that I realized I was inhaling sharply, on the verge of a panic attack. "The man deserved it, okay?" Ace said, nonchalantly, as if the weight of his actions had no impact. "Deserved it! He was your father, how could you kill him?" I retorted, my anger boiling within me. Despite being a terrible
Chapter 7 Heartwarming-that's the best way to describe the feeling his smile gave me after I agreed to move in with him. I might regret this decision later, but who cares about the future when we have the present, and tomorrow isn't guaranteed? In this moment, it feels as though my prayers are finally being answered, and I want to seize such a precious opportunity, especially since it often feels like God has been silent during my prayers for so long. "Are you serious?" Ace asked. "Yes," I replied. He stared at me as if he were trying to decipher my intentions. "I thought I would have to drag you out of here, kicking and screaming." I pushed myself off his lap and stormed across the room. "So, with that little confession, you thought I wouldn't change my mind about going with you?" Ace followed me like a lost puppy. "Come on, baby, I was only joking," he said gently, caressing my cheek. Ace exuded an air of dark allure, his low-cut hair emphasizing the sharp angles of his chi
Chapter 8 I didn't like the idea of Ace knowing so much about me; it terrified me to think about how much he actually did know. Only God knows the extent of his knowledge. Did he know everything that had happened in my past? It felt as though he had a book filled with information about me—my fingerprints, my birthday, my favorite things. He probably even knew how to find the woman who gave birth to me. Ace and I stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. He was likely waiting for me to continue the conversation, but I was eager to scold him; he couldn’t just waltz into my life and dictate my actions like that. It wasn’t something I was accustomed to; ever since Dad died, I had always handled things on my own. "You shouldn’t have done that because I don’t want it. I’ve already accepted living with you, but I cannot accept your offer to buy me new things," I said, my voice firm. "Do you know why? It’s because I don’t want your corrupt money associated wit
Chapter 9 After nearly flooding the bathroom and breaking the stylish faucet, I dried myself off and got dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a black shirt. I decided to go barefoot to avoid getting dirt on the floor, as I didn’t want to ruin the only pair of shoes I own—an old pair of black Chuck Taylor All-Star Converse. After about five minutes of searching, I finally found the kitchen. The large house was designed with elegance in mind, featuring a feminine touch that made me curious about who had selected all the decor. "Hey there," someone said from behind me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. Micah, dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt, was taller than me, and I found his friendly personality quite appealing. "I see my brother didn’t stop until you came along with him.” "Yeah, he's very persuasive," I replied awkwardly as Micah and I walked into the kitchen, where Ace sat focused on his phone, oblivious to our entrance. Ace finally acknowledged us, his eyes
Chapter 10 It's been three weeks and a few days since I moved here, and during that time, Ace has been around quite a bit. He often argues with his brother like cats and dogs, but when they're not busy trying to tear each other apart, Ace suddenly appears by my side, playing with my hair or kissing my cheeks and forehead without my permission. Each time he does this, my heart skips a beat or races, making me wonder if I might be developing a heart problem. Aside from Ace leaving for a few hours at a time without mentioning where he’s going—despite it being none of my business—I can't claim that anything shady is happening. However, that would be my perspective if I weren't aware that he is the son of a deceased Mafia leader. On the other hand, I get along well with Micah. It turns out he’s a computer genius—think of him as a much better-looking Jimmy Neutron, with perfect hair like his brother and a lot more height. Unlike Ace, Micah stays out of trouble while using his int