All Chapters of Love Me Harder : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SIDE STORY OF of Alex's life before Ace had become one of the most feared men in the country, but how did a normal kid wind up being the right-hand man to the most dangerous mafia boss?----I was nine when my mother left.I remember sitting in my house, begging my little brother to stop crying. I knew he was hungry but there was no food in the fridge. We were helpless, so naive and young; we thought she would come back. She never did.I think 4 days had passed before I finally decided to do something about it. I dressed my little brother who was seven at the time, and we headed towards my school. I don't remember why I chose my school, probably because it was the only place that I knew how to get to."Alex, I'm very hungry," Avery said, holding his stomach with an uncomfortable look on his face."I'll get you food now, just give me a few minutes" I nodded determinedly while dragging him down the road by his hand."Are we going to die, Alex?" Avery asked, very concerned.Truth be told

I wish I'd of known what lay ahead for us.We were sent to a foster home, it was quite far from our house but I think that was the purpose. We couldn't just run home if we wanted. It's also that our mom couldn't come get us if she ever turned up again.I remember sitting the dim car as the child services drove us to the home. I could see Avery was worried by the look on his face. I looked out the window to see the grey skies and the trees blowing in the wind. Leaves were flying all over the road and people were walking along the sidewalks. There was no sunlight. Outside was just as dim as inside our car.I stepped out of the car to see a nicely presented house with big windows and a floor mat that said welcome. The walls were painted white and the sign had a blue outlining. They had flowers against their walls, presumably to look more presentable. As nice as this place looked, I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home with Avery and watch tv.I saw kids peaking down at us from th

"Alex Anderson, come into the office" Josephine said, staring at me. I glanced at Deja worriedly as I approached Josephine.I entered the office was greeted by two smiling faces."Alex, we would like to foster you or adopt you, which ever you would be comfortable with" The woman stated with a warm smile. These people seemed nice."If it's too much of a shock, we can bring you to our house, show you what a normal day would look like and then you can make your decision" The man said with a happy tone."The second one" I announced, wanting to see what their house looked like. They both smiled happily before standing up."You'll be back tomorrow at 6pm, and then they can decide if they want to foster you" Josephine smiled falsely as I left the room."Deja, look after Avery for me, I'll be back tomorrow" I nodded determined.*****Their house was big and luxurious, they had an outside pool to swim in and a huge tv in their living room.I looked around as I stared at the gaming console on

I stood up and walked over to the group of teenagers. They were the same age as myself, yet they were hanging around with my thirteen year old brother; How pathetic.I knew they were only allowing him to hang with them because they didn't believe that an officer would check a thirteen year olds bag. They were wrong.As I approached Avery, I could see the fear in his eyes that he tried desperately to hide. He knew that I knew.I had always kept the unconscious fear to myself, that Avery could end up like our mother. I didn't believe my little brother could be capable of taking such a thing so young, especially knowing what it did to our mother. But maybe I was wrong for thinking he cared at all?.I didn't even say anything to him, I just grabbed his bag."Avery, who the fuck is this?" His 'friends' asked, as I opened the bag."I'm his older brother and if I find anything in this bag that isn't his, I'll kill you all" I grumbled angrily, before taking out a tiny plastic bag with a smal

I woke up. I groaned softly as I glanced at the clock. 5am. "You're awake" I heard someone grumble to see Avery sitting in the corner. "Yeah" I whispered, unable to look at him. "Did I wake you?" He asked, fidgeting with his nails. "No, I just can't sleep" I admitted. "You always did suffer from anxiety" Avery smiled revealing something he secretly knew about me. "How do you-" I was interrupted by him. "You used to get cramps in your stomach before you saw a new couple. "You were always afraid of not being picked" Avery spoke quietly, his knees pulled to his chest and his head resting on his arms which were sitting on top of his knees. He earned a light chuckle. "What?" Avery croaked, half asleep. "I was never afraid of not being picked" I grinned, shaking my head. I could believe he thought that. "That's not what gave me anxiety". "What was it then?" He asked with a hushed tone, seeming interested in my response. I stayed silent for a moment, unsure if I wanted to tell