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 sure to steer clear of abandoned buildings; they might have been more comfortable, but that was a risk I just wasn’t willing to take. Catching a cold from sleeping outdoors felt like a better option than witnessing another murder, and that was the grim reality of my situation. As I walked around the mall, feeling congested with a slight headache, I stumbled upon a clothing store with a help-wanted sign on the glass door. I was hesitant to get my hopes up, yet the possibility of a job reignited a flicker of optimism in me that I couldn't ignore. Pulling the door open, I stepped inside and glanced around. It was a women’s store with various sections catering to different age groups, and one wall showcased an array of footwear. "How can I help you?" a voice interrupted my thoughts, pulling my attention away from the pink and black Converse I had been admiring. I turned to face the girl in front of me, who looked to be about my age. With her arms folded, she regarded me with big blue eyes that glared slightly, her expression marred by a frown on her seemingly fake lips. “Oh, I saw the sign outside and I want to apply for a job,” I replied. She unfolded her arms and brushed her blond hair over her shoulder. “That old thing? It’s been out there for weeks. We already found someone, honey.” I scanned the store, noticing that the workers were easily distinguishable from the customers due to their black shirts featuring a pink logo. It seemed this girl was the only one wearing that uniform. “Please, it doesn’t have to be full-time—just on Saturdays,” I implored, feeling a surge of desperation for this job. I was willing to do anything to get my foot in the door. She scrutinized me from head to toe, her gaze landing on my black leggings and t-shirt. "What do you know about working in a store anyway? Your outfit is really outdated," she remarked, pointing at my clothes. "My dad is the manager," she added with a self-satisfied smirk, "which means I’m in charge of hiring since he’s out of town, and you really don’t seem fit to work here." "You can't just judge me by the way I look," I protested, my voice steady. "I work in a café on weekdays, so I know how to deal with customers. I can clean and put the clothes back where they belong." For a moment, she seemed to consider my words. Then, shaking her head, she answered, "No, sorry, but you can try Savage." She gestured towards the store across the street, its glass door emblazoned with the bold words 'Savage Designs,' which hinted at a gothic aesthetic. "Thanks," I replied, my voice lacking its earlier conviction as disappointment washed over me. My hope felt as deflated as a balloon that had lost all its air, leaving me to ponder my next move while glancing toward the ominous gothic store across the street. After striking out at that store and the other three, I felt the weight of rejection sink in deeper, all because of my appearance. In the last shop I entered, an employee eyed me with suspicion and accused me of being there to steal. My heart sank—though I was homeless, I'd never stolen a thing, not even a sweet treat. The unjust assumptions were crushing, each accusation a reminder of the harsh judgments people made without knowing my story. I settled onto the edge of a water fountain in the mall, its stagnant pool reflecting my disheartened mood; it clearly hadn’t functioned in ages. The tantalizing aromas of various foods wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger and sending waves of dizziness through me. With each passing moment, the contrast between the vibrant life around me and my own emptiness felt increasingly unbearable, as if I were an apparition drifting through a world I barely belonged to. "Look who we have here. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been hiding from me, bonita." I glanced up at the man standing before me, and a wave of unease washed over me; running was not an option in my current state. I was afraid that if I even tried to stand, I might just faint right in front of him. "Hey," I heard Ace say as he approached me, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?" I felt warm, strong hands press against my cheeks, and I couldn't shake the unease that washed over me—it was as if his touch carried a darker weight. Summoning what little strength I had, I swatted his hands away, but my feeble attempt barely made a difference. "I’m fine, just please leave me alone," I insisted, my voice steady despite the rising tide of discomfort. He ignored my words and moved his hand to my forehead, a gesture that made my discomfort even more pronounced. Just then, my stomach chose that moment to embarrass me with an audible grumble. "You're not fine, bonita," he said, his tone firm yet concerned. "You have a slight fever, and by the sound and look of it, you’re starving." This was humiliating, and before I could protest or tell him how wrong he was, he effortlessly pulled me up from my seat and swept me into a bridal carry. I hated the implications of that term, especially now. "Please, what are you doing? Put me down!" I protested, my voice rising as a mix of annoyance and discomfort surged through me. Ace strode forward with long, purposeful steps, completely disregarding my protests as if they were mere whispers in the wind. Each step only amplified my frustration, making me feel both helpless and exasperated while he confidently navigated the space like he had all the control. As I sat at the table surrounded by five imposing, muscular men, many would assume I’d feel intimidated, stifling my appetite. Yet, their presence only made me feel oddly at ease, and the delicious spread laid out by the one across from me was far too tempting to resist. Rather than feeling afraid, I found myself excited to indulge, relishing every bite while basking in the camaraderie of the moment. After savoring the rich soup, I moved on to the cheesy fries and burgers, relishing each bite as I fought the urge to moan in pleasure. The hulking men standing around us, likely Ace’s bodyguards, had their backs turned, but I hardly had the mental space to ponder their presence with the irresistible oatmeal and raisin cookie beckoning me from the table. Each scrumptious taste brought me back to life, replacing my worries with pure satisfaction as I indulged in the feast laid out before me. "Take this," Ace says, holding out a small white pill. I glance up at him, noting that he hasn't even touched his food. His strikingly handsome face is set in a serious expression, making me pause. I swallow my bite, my attention fully on the pill, curiosity and concern swirling within me as I contemplate his unexpected offer. "I'm not taking that! I don't know what it is, and I’m not ready to die," I protest, feeling a rush of panic. Ace chuckles lightly, his demeanor surprisingly calm. "It's fine; I already crushed one in the soup." My eyes widen in shock—so he wasn’t planning to kill me with a bullet, but with a little white pill instead. A wave of tears wells up in my eyes, blurring my vision as the reality sinks in. How much time do I have left? “Don’t cry, love; it’s just something for the fever,” Ace reassures me, his tone soothing. “It was specially invented by one of my doctors; it works wonders.” “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” I challenge him, my skepticism rising. He holds the pill between two fingers, displaying it before popping it into his mouth and swallowing it without so much as a sip of water. My eyes widen in disbelief. Who swallows a pill without any liquid? The answer looms ominously: a man who could just as easily pull the trigger on another. "You know, bonita, you should be thanking me," he says, leaning back comfortably in the chair, as if he owns the place. "I cleared all of your things from the crime scene; wouldn’t want them to consider you a suspect." My breath catches as I process his words. I hadn’t even thought of that amidst the chaos of everything else happening in my life. "I also have something of yours, sweet Joeniya, but the only way you'll get it back is if you come and live with me," Ace states, his tone both tempting and sinister. His words shock me back to reality, igniting a fire of defiance in my chest. "I don’t care what you have for me; I will never live with you," I assert, my voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within me. He smirks, a glint of mockery in his eyes. "You were a cute little girl. You also share similar features of your father." My heart races as his words crash over me, and I suddenly realize what he’s talking about. How could I have forgotten something so precious? He must have discovered the box I hid away, filled with memories of my father before he passed; it was too large to carry, so I tucked it safely in the warehouse. But how did he find it? Panic intertwines with anger as I grapple with the implications of his knowledge and the fact that my cherished memories are now in the hands of someone I cannot trust. "M*****a sea, Joeniya Ramirana Alision, que harás ahora? Tu vida siempre es tan complicad." Frustration bubbling within me as I faced Ace. The weight of his revelation hung heavy in the air, and I couldn't help but question my next move. With the memories of my father at stake and the threat of having to give in to his demands, I knew I needed a plan—one that would reclaim my treasure without sacrificing my autonomy. "You know, since Italian and Russian are the only other languages I speak, I have no idea what you just said, but whatever it is sounded sexy as hell," Ace says, flashing that infuriating grin. "You," I glare at the handsome devil before me, fully aware that "handsome" and "devil" shouldn’t even occupy the same sentence, yet here I was, powerless against his charm. Every word that spilled from my lips seemed to falter under the weight of that smirk, and while my anger simmered just beneath the surface, I couldn’t ignore the twisted thrill that accompanied his playful banter. “Bella ragazza,” he teased, his voice dripping with charm. “Just come with me and pick it up. While you’re there, I’ll show you the type of hospitality we Ambrose men provide. If you decide to leave after, that’s up to you. I’ll leave you alone, Joeniya; forget that I saw your pretty face witnessing what I did to that bastard. It will be like it never happened.” His offer dangled in the air, tempting yet laced with danger, and I felt the tension crackle between us. Part of me wanted to heed his words, to escape this mess and his magnetic pull, but another part, a much deeper part, was drawn to the chaos he represented, daring me to step closer into his world. Ace stared down at the table, a merciless gleam in his eyes, but it quickly shifted to that trademark cockiness as he glanced up at me, that playful challenge dancing in the air between us. “What do you say, Princess? Willing to choose the winning card?” he asked, his voice smooth like velvet, inviting yet taunting. My heart raced at the idea of playing his game, the thrill of risk swirling within me, but I couldn't shake the warning bells screaming in my mind—was I ready to gamble everything on a devilishly charming man who thrived on danger?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
Chapter 12 Whispers floated just beyond my bedroom door, pulling me from the haze of exhaustion. Ace had fallen asleep beside me, but now he was gone, leaving only the faint impression of his warmth on the sheets. I glanced at his phone resting on the night table—1:05 am. No wonder my eyes felt like a dozen pins were poking them; the weight of the night’s revelations had drained me, and now the whispers only added to my growing unease. "It won't be long before they locate us. We need to move," someone said urgently. "Get the men ready; I'll get Joeniya," came the swift reply. Then Ace burst through the door, his expression a mixture of urgency and concern. "Hey, sleeping beauty. I want to apologize in advance." I pushed myself up, running my fingers through my tangled hair, confusion etching my features. "For what?" I asked, sensing the gravity in his tone, an instinctual tightening of my gut warning me that whatever came next wouldn't be good. Ace let out a heavy si
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