She hands me the glass of whiskey. “Yes, ma'am. Of course. Would you like help?”
“No, I'm fine, thank you.” I drink down the whiskey in one gulp, leaving fire in its path before I scoot to the edge of the bed. Every movement or turn of my body sends a shooting pain up my spine and down my legs, ripping a hiss from my lips.
“Mrs. Collins, please let me help you.”
“I'm fine.” I growl and stand, my knees feeling weak and my body like I have been hit by a truck, but slowly I make my way to the bathroom. I pull my ripped and destroyed dress from my body, looking into the mirror at my body covered in bruises and cuts, the blood dried in my hair, flashbacks of my beating hitting me in full force. My hands slide up around my black and purple throat, my fathers hand prints perfectly visible on my skin, I swallow and get into the shower. Letting the water rain down over my head, the water below red colored from the dried blood in my hair from cutting my head in the explosion. I knew my father was going to do something, he now knows Ace and I are wed, his plan ruined and now I'm on his hit list, but tonight, he got a taste of his own daughter...
The emotions riding a roller coaster through my veins, I finally break and fall to the floor. Every emotion I have shoved down since my dance with my father has surfaced in full force, breaking me as I bring my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, letting the water rain down my body, mixing with the river of tears flowingfrom my eyes. I sit here and let everything out.
ACE
Knowing what I am about to do is going to definitely ruin my chance with her. It breaks me, I don't want to lose her.
There's a knock at the door before Abigail appears, her eyes tell me everything before she says it. “Sir, she's awake and in the shower but.” She pauses. “She told me to wait to get you, but Sir, I think she needs you now.”
I shoot out of the chair and walk to the door. “Thank You Abigail.” I look back at my father. “Get it ready Papa, we'll leave in the morning.”
He nods with his understanding and I am out the door. My quick steps turn into a run as I bolt down the hallway and up to my room.
When I get to the bathroom, her sobs cut me in half, breaking my heart seeing her curled up, sitting on the floor as the water runs down her body. I kick my shoes off, before I strip down and climb into the shower with her, sitting on the floor I pull her into my lap and she looks up to me. “It's not going to stop untilI'm dead.” Her words come out in a pained whisper before she buries her head in my chest, and I hold her tight, my eyes roaming her body riddled with bruises making me cringe. “I promise you, Emma, I won't let that happen.” I take her face in my hands, making her look at me as my words spill from my mouth. “We are going to go somewhere tomorrow, until things calm down a little and I can get a plan together to make my attack. But I promise, you will get your revenge on your father.”
She nods, seeing the fight in her eyes slipping away, I pull her into my chest again and hold her tight, before she whispers the words. “Just don't leave me, Ace.” I swallow hard, knowing I can not make that promise, because I will be leaving her, somewhere she will be safe, until I can end this war with Luca and catch her father for her.
Chapter twelve
ACE
After finally calming Emma down, she finally went to fucking sleep. This girl is fucking crushed by her father, or whatever fucking happened tonight, she won't fucking tell me what happened before I found her, and I know she's hiding something.
I lay here in bed with her wrapped in my arms, her head buried in my chest, just below my chin, my phone pings, and I can't ignore it. I've been waiting for my men to update me. Not wanting to move, scared to wake her, I slowly inch my arm from under her, before scooting over, sitting up at the edge of the bed, reaching for my phone. Reading a message from Caz, that he is here, and has a present for me. A grin twists from my lips, before replying I will meet him in ourquestioning room. A little more than a questioning room though, more like a fucking torture room where I plan to handle some questioning my way.
I stand from the bed and slid my pants on and make my way to the door. Looking back at her, I see her stir in the bed;Fuck.She looks up, the light from the fire glistening in her eyes before her words barely come out in a raspy whisper. “Where are you going?” I sit next to her, putting my hand on her back, I say. “I need to speak with Caz, I'll be right back, stay here and rest.”
She lets out a sigh. “Okay.” My head jerks back, shocked with her compliance, before I lean down as my hand slides up, entanglingin her hair as I grip her head, pressing her lips to my hungry lips, she moans against my lips;Fucking Christ.As soon as her lips part, my tongue is down her throat, she moans again, and I pull back, whispering on her lips. “You keep that up, I'm not going anywhere.” She smiles against my lips before her words come out in a whisper, but full of need. “Then don't go.” My dick jumps in my pants, wanting my sweet little pussy wrapped around it, but I have to handle this first, and then I will fill her pussy with my cock until she is left dripping with my cum. Swallowing down my need for her, I kiss her again before I stand. “When I get back, baby, we can do whatever you want, but stay here and get some rest while I'm gone.
“I'll be waiting.” She lays her head back down before she closes her eyes and I grab my shirt, putting it on as I walk to the door, looking back at her again, before I open the door and walk out.
Christ that girl does some wild shit to my heart and my cock.
Adjusting myself, trying to calm my raging boner down as I walk down the hallway.
Walking into our torture room, a twisted laugh barks from my throat when my eyes land on Rocco, Charles' righthand man.
“I've waited for this fucking day.” Rocco looks up at my words, before his words bark from his mouth. “Fuck You!” He spits, watching it land at my feet, I look up. Red flashes before my eyes, charging him as my fist connects with his jaw in a brutal blow, blood flying from his mouth as his head snaps to the side. “You want to play games, I love playing games.” I say with a crazed laugh to my tone, my darkest side consuming me, ready to rip Rocco apart. “Where is Charles?” My words are laced with venom as they hiss from my tongue, before Rocco laughs. “You think I'm telling you anything?”
I walk to the table, looking at my selection of knives, ready to start playing games my way. Picking a nice long sharp knife, I walkback to Rocco who is tied at my mercy, a deep chuckle rumbles up my chest, as I roll the point of the blade against the tip of my pointer finger. “I'm a dead man whether I tell you or not. So just kill me and get it over with.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but you would die faster if you tell me where Charles is.” I joke.
“You can suck my dick like I made Emma do tonight!” My eyes shoot open as my heart slams against my chest, bile rises to my throat. “Oh, she didn't tell you. Oh we had fun until she got her hand free and shot me and Charles. Fucking Bitch!” Dropping the blade I charge him before I'm on top of him landing punches, one after the other, his head snapping back and forth from every left and right hook my fist lands to his face. “I'm going to enjoy watching the life slowly leave your body.” I roar before, I pull myself off him. I'm not done playing with him yet, and I want him awake for this fucking shit. Picking up the blade, I slice a trail down his thigh. Following the path his main artery should lay, pressing deep as the blood pours from his skin. He begins to squirm causing me to press even harder. Rocco roars, his head falling back before it snaps back up and he stares me in the eyes, a smirk toying on his face.
“What is his plan?”
Rocco spits the blood from his mouth at my feet again. So I repeat my steps, slicing another trail down his other thigh, following the path of his main artery, the blood pouring from his body in the path left behind the knife. Squirming beneath the blade, the thought of this mother fucker having his dick sucked by her makes me fucking cringe, what the fuck else did he do to her.
Rocco hisses his words from his throat with a pained, panted tone. “You know you fucked everything up. All she had to do was be a good girl, go to Luca, and be his little whore until she gave him enough Heirs, run his drugs and she could have had a little better lifethan his slaves, but would always be his whore.” My hand holding the knife thrusts into his stomach, as I stare into his eyes with my blurred vision, the words spit from my mouth. “I will cut you from the inside out an-” The door slams shut, and her voice roars from her mouth. “HE'S MINE!”
I rip the knife from Rocco's stomach, blood pooling around his chair. I turn around in horror that she is seeing this side of me, but when I look in her eyes, there's a dangerous desire in them.
