A road side bombing left Ace disfigured and dead inside. He faces the world with silent bitterness and a damaged ego. Then a quiet beauty comes into his life cracking the shell around his wounded heart and healing his soul.
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Movement drew my attention to see Ace flicking his cigarette away and bringing his leg over the seat of his bike. Shit! I didn’t know what his intentions were but his movements appeared somewhat angry. “Goodnight, Doyle. I’ll call,” I rushed out, practically pushing him into the Uber. Thank, God, he hadn’t noticed the hulking biker making his way toward us.
I breathed out a sigh of relief as the car pulled away from the curb, and then I spun around and let Ace have it. “What the hell, Ace!” I slammed my palms against his muscular chest so hard that he took a step back, hissing through his teeth. “Why are you here?”
“Making sure you made it home okay!” he snarled. “You’re drunk!”
“So?” I hissed back. “Since when do you care about me?”
“I saw the way Casanova kept pushing drinks your way. How he couldn’t keep his fucking hands off you. It was clear he had one thought on his mind and that was getting into your pants!”
I couldn’t believe him. “So?” I hissed back again. “Doyle is a nice man. Maybe I wanted him to get into my pants! Did you ever think of that? It’s none of your fucking business anyway! You have no business stalking me!”
“You belong to the club! Your safety is my business!”
My jaw dropped with disbelief. “Newsflash, asshole, I work for Tanner. That is all. I do not belong to the Sentinels! What I do or who I do when I’m not working is none of anyone’s business.”
Ace leaned in close, gritting down into my face. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
I backed up. “Oh, yeah?” I was too furious to heed the underlining of warning in his sharp tone. All the months of being at his beck and call and getting nothing in return had taken a toll. Seeing him with that woman on the dance floor had been the last straw for me, making me realize that Ace was a user. “You’re nothing but a user, Ace. You think you’re the only one I give blowjobs to?” I asked him softly, realizing that I was probably making a huge mistake but it was too late to take my words back now.
The silence that ensued was deafening. I hated myself for giving in to the hurt consuming me by making me want to hurt Ace in return. Tears burned in my eyes and I could only hope that he didn’t recognize them. Neither one of us moved. We just stood there, barely breathing, our eyes locked in a glare of anger and some other emotions too complex to figure out.
“I think you should leave,” I finally said, wincing at the raw emotion turning my voice hoarse.
He pivoted and the first tear splashed down upon my cheek. I watched silently as he stomped back to his bike and mounted it. He sat there for a minute, as if in indecision, before finally kicking it to life, and then casting a glance back in my direction.
“Go inside, Emerson.”
His tone clearly said that he wouldn’t move until I did as he said. I don’t know how I managed to make it to the door without falling flat on my face. Between being drunk and the tears clouding my vision I could hardly see a thing. I unlocked my door and didn’t hear Ace’s bike rev to life until it was closed and locked behind me. Leaning against it, tears of losing something I’d never had falling down my cheeks; I listened to the roar of his bike moving further away until it gradually vanished into the night.