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
Chapter 11 I have never liked remembering what happened, and this is the first time I’m sharing the events of that night. "I was born into a middle-class family in Mexico, where both my parents were Mexican. I’ve been told that I have my mother’s eyes, though I wouldn’t know for sure since she abandoned us when I was just three years old. My father raised me until I was nine, and we actually moved to the U.S. when I turned eight, as he had secured a good job." I continued to tell Ace, “One night, my dad was driving— the roads were icy, but we were almost home. It all happened so fast that I can barely recall the incident. All I remember is my body flying out of his blue van and hitting a streetlight far from where I was thrown.” “I cried as I watched it explode into flames. I remember waking up in a hospital room; my left arm was in a cast, and I had a few bruises here and there. I gradually realized what had happened when I saw a doctor speaking to a woman in a
Harper RostovRide For You "I really hope this is the one. I am so exhausted and I have a test to study for." Ophelia says as we walk up the driveway of a four-bedroom house with our realtor Xandra leading the way. We have been viewing apartments and houses from eight-thirty this morning and it is now three forty-four pm. Who would have thought that it would take so much time and energy to find a decent place to live? It made it even more difficult because we all had different tastes and preferences."I agree. My feet are killing me." Olivia says."I can guarantee you, ladies, this one is my favourite and I am sure you will like it too," Xandra says. She removes the key from her purse and opens the door. We followed her in and looked around. So far, so good. I thought as I looked around the big empty space."Didn't she say the same thing for the last two?" Tamia whispers to me as we continue to follow behind her."She said that for the last three." I correct her and she rolls her eye
Harper RostovRide For You As soon as the door closes behind us Parker turns to face me. His hands were tucked into the pockets of a jean jacket he wore. "Can I get a hug?"I roll my eyes. "Do you think you deserve a hug? You ignored me for days Parker, then you just show up here pretending as if everything is okay."Parker cast his gaze downwards and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry Harp, I was in a tough situation." His eyes met mine. "Shouldn't I get a hug for facing my fears and going on a plane just so I can be with you?" He did deserve a hug. I was just being stubborn. He could have still replied to my messages to let me know that he was not alright. "You are such a brave boy, come here," I say playful with open arms.Parker smiles sweetly and pulls me into his arms. I melt away in the comfort his body provides and the amazing scent that comes from his body. It was just so intoxicating. "I missed you, Harper." He whispers."I miss
Harper RostovRide For You*Present Time* The girls and I were in a serious conversation regarding a book Ophelia's mom left her. She had confided in us after we promised to always remain friends. I would never have thought that Manny was so cruel and that Ophelia had gone through half of what she did. No wonder they say that you should never judge a book by its cover."I think you should forgive your mom. She was in a tough situation." Olivia shares her opinion.Tamia shakes her head while throwing peanuts in her mouth. "It is not my decision to make, but I wouldn't. My daughter would have been more important than money. The best thing she could have done was take you with her and run for the hills.""Right!" Ophelia says pointing at Tamia as if that was the best thing she heard all night. "That is what I said to Kain. What do you think, Harp?"I slumped further down on the couch and thought about the situation. Her dad wanted to harm her mom, so she left. Leaving
Tamia LarsonBefore University I don't give a damn 'bout my reputationYou're living in the past, it's a new generationA girl can do what she wants to doAnd that's what I'm gonna do The song by Joan Jett was loud in my ears as I hopped around a few times. I didn't care that the music was loud, I would worry about being hard of hearing in the future. I punched the big brown colour bag a few times. This is what I do to relax and blow off steam. Gunner and I used to practice together, but he left a month ago to serve his country. I punch the bag harder a few times. Having a boyfriend who was in the army was tough. Not one day goes by that I don't worry about him. Boxing and beating on a punching bag helped me a lot, he taught me how to box. He said it would help to release the pent-up anger I had after my father left me, my mom, and my brother, for another family and he was right. "Mia! Tamia!" The distant voice got louder making me look in the direc
Olivia McDonald Going to University in another country was going to cost an arm and a leg. Luckily I have been saving for years, I did side hustles while going to high school so that I could pay for University. It was not legal to sell things on the school compound, but I did that just to get by. I sold snacks and sweets to my classmates so that they could have something to chew on during classes, even though we weren't allowed to eat in class. When the teacher started to suspect me, I had to find another way to make money so I started to sell pens and pencils. Then I upgraded to babysitting and washing cars. When I was in the tenth grade I started my small business called Liv's Collection, where I sell crochet swimwear that I made and also regular two-piece and one-piece sets that I brought from overseas vendors. That was a good business idea and I hope to expand in the years to come.Sometimes business was slow, but other times I received huge orders which was
Ophelia Keaten All of what took place led to this moment. My mother did not abandon me because she hated me, but she did it to protect me and secure what was rightfully hers. Manny Keaten threatened me with a marriage proposal and to take away all my possessions when the truth was that none of what he had belonged to him. My mother was the rightful owner of the oil company my father runs. She is the brain and the one who started it from scratch. Manny had been scheming against my mother to send her to a mental institution under pretenses, he wanted to steal all that she had and blackmailed her for crimes that he committed. When she found out she set her plans into place. As soon as I turn eighteen everything will go to me as long as I stay living with Manny. I'm not sure how to feel about my mother leaving me with a man who wanted to harm her, just so I can own billions the day I turn eighteen.The reason why Manny wanted me gone was that he could delay th
Ophelia KeatenBefore University I was unable to focus on the match. I kept replaying what Quin said to me and how she hugged me tightly as if she was not going to see me again. I was worried about her. She knew things that I did not and that scared me."Hello gorgeous, why do you look so worried?" I glance up at the tall and handsome guy in front of me. He held his jersey in one hand with sweat dribbling from his golden abs. My eyes met Kain's hazel ones before they moved down to his full pink lips that wore a smile. I snapped myself out of it and looked around me, People were leaving and the scoreboard had the scores 159 to 103. Miami Heat won and I missed out half of the game."Congratulations player. I would hug you, but you are all sweaty." I smile at him. He reached a hand forward and I took it, allowing him to pull me up."Thanks, baby, you know we bring the heat wherever we go." He grins showing his perfect white teeth.I roll my eyes and slap his torso. He t
Ophelia KeatenBefore University "Ophelia?" Someone says shaking me from my slumber. "Helia," The voice says again. I recognize that it was Quin. She is the twenty-four-year-old daughter of Leoni. The woman who took care of me. When my mother left she took over and treated me like I was her daughter. Quin and I grew up together. Even though we were not the closest she treated me like a little sister. Quin was strange, one moment we got along and the next she was distant as if she was hiding something and was scared I would find out. For my safety, I try not to get very close to her or Leonie. Sure they were there when I was a child, but as soon as I reached my teens I spent most of my time alone. The closer we were the harder it would be when they decided to leave me. "Leave me alone, Quin," I mumble and pull the blanket over my head. "Sweetheart it is noon and you haven't left your bed from morning. Your dad wants to talk to you, unfortunately, that
Ophelia KeatenBefore University If I had to sit through another photoshoot then I would go blind from the damn lights flashing from the camera and into my face. This was the worst part of being Manny Keaten's daughter. I only see him for a few hours every month and during those hours I was completely devastated. It was draining and nerve-wracking being around him. We might share the same last name and the same blood, but he felt like a stranger.We put on a great picture for the world to see. To them, my annoying stepmother, Camila, Manny, and I were the perfect family. My reality sucks, my life was far from perfect and there was only one person who made me happy. That is Ryan Johnson, my boyfriend. I met him two years ago at the grand opening of Vikings, a new club in Miami. We made things official six months ago and after leaving the shoot I will visit him at his penthouse. I had an early birthday surprise for him that just can not wait."Ms. Keaten th