All Chapters of Ace of Spades : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Today is the day I get to enter the murder boardroom. Winnie will do her classes with Zeus’s mother. That was the stipulation from Ace. I had to wait until they completed it to access the room. I think Ace probably wanted to put me off seeing it as long as possible. I was pretty positive that if Ace had his way, I wouldn't have been able to step inside. It wasn't Ace's call here. The MC had my back on this matter, and I appreciated it.I think it had something to do with all the small tiny x’s over the eyes of everyone who’s been eliminated. I know the rational side of my brain is screaming, ‘Run, girl, run,’ but my heart and illogical side of my brain believes it to be romantic. Suppose it was like a cat leaving dead things at your feet as a sign of affection? Murder seems to be Ace’s love language for me.Maybe after all this is over, I should seek a therapist. Ace and I both have some mental disorders. However, perhaps that is the reason we work. I felt selfish and terrible for inv

Joker I hear the door click shut and am left alone with heavy thoughts. Could I tell Queen about that mission? I wasn’t sure if either of us wanted to talk about it. I did not even know how to bring that heavy shit up. It hung between both of us like a giant black cloud. Just thinking about it got my heart racing and my palms sweating. I wasn’t a man who controlled my emotions, and Queen made me feel things I wanted to avoid. One thing I knew for sure was that Queen deserved better than me. Son of a known prostitute, father was unknown, spending around $25 to cum in her snatch rather than rub one out. No idea why she kept me. I most likely hoped that I would be profitable. She sold me the first chance she got but later discovered that she had overdosed two years later. Good riddance and all that. One less fuck up in this world; one thing was for sure, I wouldn't father a child ever. It seemed like Ace would handle the repopulation for the lot of us. I couldn't help but think about

AceI sent word to Letha to look into ReCollaboration before checking on the progress of Jack and Queenie’s operation. I feel my anger rising when I look into the reports from the backup we sent along with them. Damage control had to be done, and a new door had to be installed to maintain the low profile we needed. What part of low profile and in and out did my siblings not understand? I call Joker again for the third time, and he doesn’t answer and cannot help but feel my anger rising.Start the march to the parking garage since Queenie texted to say they would be here in five minutes. We are so close to our goal, and fuck ups like this will set us back. After my blow-up with Joker, I thought I would feel better. However, I am now even more on edge. The news from Saint and Randall Perkins is being brought in. I feel like I am so close to seeing my girls again. Yet still so far away.I see the doors open and the headlights from the black car entering the building. They park the car, a

Five years earlier.QueenieHere I am, starting this mission like any other. This was my last mission as a rookie. I have to prove my worth to this family and the Deck. That didn't mean I could understand why my stomach was in knots and I wanted to puke. Whatever is about to happen, Mother would have arranged for it to test every limitation I have. Since I am a woman, there is this added layer of pressure compared to my brothers.With that in mind, I walk towards the door to exit the building. I inhale before exhaling all the stress I am feeling. I see Joker standing there with his go-bag when I reach the doors. He lights up a cigarette while giving me a grin that adds a layer of knots to my stomach. The man does something to my nervous system that I cannot even begin to describe. His icy blue eyes were so light they almost looked white. Everything about him and his look screamed danger, and I desperately wanted that danger.“Queen.” His gruff voice hits my ears, and I am completely p

Queenie**Trigger warnings ahead - Sexual Assault, loss of fertility. Unsure of how long I have been here, my whole body hurt. They swelled my right eye shut, and my left was burning from a cut in my eyebrow. I'm pretty sure my arms are out of socket, but I might as well not dwell on that. I doubt there was a spot on me that was unmarked. At some point, I stopped fighting everything. I would close my eyes and picture the one person I wanted. Every masked man was Joker. At some point, it would start bringing me pleasure rather than pain.This ended up working to my advantage. They didn’t enjoy me finding pleasure in their torture. That thought made me smile, and my dry, cracked lips bleed. I hope they will let me go, or at least kill me. I would be thankful for death and embrace it like my friend. I no longer have the will to fight any longer.I hope my brothers and Joker kill Mother and these men for this. It was hard to fathom that a mother could do this to their child. There was no