Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓

5 | Desires

I exit the shower and into the bedroom, where folded clothes lay on the bed. I notice a sleeping Rose tucked into the bed. I took this opportunity and immediately got changed. The pyjamas were silk, rich silk. I allow my hair to air dry as I slowly exit the room to get some warm bottled milk for Rose to when she wakes up. I had to have a shower, seeming the fact I just had a s*x dream about Ace, waking up wet.

I push my hair back after finally finding the kitchen, this mansion is huge. Huge. I reach the sink, seeing labelled sinks. Hot water, cold water, natural water, sparkling water. I turn to face the fridge and open it revealing a very well organised selection of different needed things. I take out the whole milk and pour a little bit inside the bottle. I put the lid back on and leave the milk on the counter whilst filling the rest of it with hot water.

What one earth was I doing here? From loving a man, to him loving me back only to be forced to live in another country. I still remember every word, every look and every fight he gave me. He said he would always choose his mafia over me, I guess that hit me the most. Because I was always the second choice. To everything.

First my own parents, then him. I shake the milk until it was warmed up, as I turn around I yelp in surprise when I see Ace leaning against the door frame with his arms folded. The dress shirt tightening around every curve of his biceps, since it being white, it also reveals the tattoos. And with the first few buttons open, it revealed the word Omerta. The word that got me here in the first damn place.

“So che mi odi adesso.” He whispers, I wanted to pull myself away from this situation, but something inside of me, my heart, was telling me to do the opposite. To stay and listen, no matter how much he does not deserve it.

[I know you hate me now]

“Arabella, non avrei mai voluto che succedesse. Lo ti amo.”

[Arabella, I never wanted this to happen. I do love you.]

“No, you don’t Ace,” I answered shaking my head. “You never loved me, you loved the idea of me, you loved what I gave you, but you never loved me.” I slowly make my way towards him, as he stood near the door to the hallways.

I stood beside him, turning my head to the side as I watched his gaze stay to the floor ahead of him. “Because you do not know what love is, and for that, I feel sorry for you.” I tried moving ahead of him, and instead of walking, I feel him grab the back of my neck and push me flush against him. I look up into his eyes dragging it down towards his lips.

"You are being ungrateful."

"I am being ungrateful? Well, let me see, you nearly killed me, and the only thing that stopped you was because I have your child inside of me. You threatened me to come along, you-"

"I did no such thing, you just like being the victim in every situation."

"Because I am the victim, why did you have to come in my life and ruin it?" He gives me a curt nod, no emotion showing onto his face as he pours himself a drink from the cupboard in front of me. A part of me regretted what I said, but the other part did not. He knew me very well; I just didn't know him. He was a lie to me, not a white lie, a black lie.

He walks back towards me, taking a sip of his drink, "let me tell you something I have learnt over the years Arabella." He settles his drink down. "Trust gets you killed, love gets you hurt, and being real, gets you hated. I do not mind being hated," He takes a step-in front of me, lifting my chin up. "I despise being misunderstood." He then presses his fingers against my lips, "especially from you."

“I never misunderstood you.”

“I know you think of me as killer, as a psychopath, as a murderer-”

“Because you are, I heard all the stories about you-” I remembered all the stories Malisa told me about him, from him killing anyone in his way to get or achieve what he wants to him murdering them. I used to fear the man named Moretti. And now, I am carrying his child. I remembered everything about him. But, there was one story that was stuck into my head. One. One I would never forget.

“Exactly, stories. Fiction. They make things up.”

“So, you’re telling me that you don’t kill people who step in your way?”

“Okay I never said that. Look.” He comes closer, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ears, pulling me closer on the way. His lips were over my head due to his height but he took the decency to bend his head. “I kill people who harm me or my family, and you, you are my family now.”

I smash my lips against his. His hands wrap around my waist as I continue sucking his lips, his tongue dives into my mouth as I release a moan or two. My arms wrap around his neck as we begin walking backwards, his hands slide underneath my shirt as he slowly lifts it over my head. My ass collides against the island counter, Ace lifts me on top as he spread my legs to fit himself in.

My dream rushes through my mind, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to have hate-s*x. But would that dehumanise me. I couldn’t just get rid of this s****l chemistry between us, and for that, my lips crashed onto his. He didn’t even give a second though before dropping his drink to the ground, he grabs my legs and lifts it against his hip. I moan into his mouth, feeling his tongue asking for entrance, when I don’t allow him, he bites onto my bottom lips, causing my mouth to fling open as he dives inside.

My arms wrap around his neck, pushing my breast against his chest.

“Arabella?” My eyes open, and they extend when I notice I just had another dream.

“I need to go to bed.” I whisper, pushing myself away from the moment of lust. I grab the milk and rush back to our bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I see Rose sat up rubbing her eyes. I stumble inside of the bed, after shutting the lights.

I bring Rose closer towards me, handing her the bottle of milk as she leans onto my stomach. I stare at my abdominal. A child is inside. My child. Was I ready to have a proper pregnancy? Maybe I could. Not like I had a choice.

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“My father is a bold man, be aware on the dinner table.” Ace whispers, as we stroll down the hallways of this huge mansion that I have yet to explore. I made sure to dress as expected, a long black dress, not as tight since I was beginning to show. My hair was pinned up in a ponytail, my makeup was done all thanks to Rodrigues best friend who is an actual make up artist.

We stop in front of the two wooden doors, the two butlers push it open, revealing something I had not known to fear. His parents. His father was as bad as him, the dining room was extravagant. The floors were marble white, the walls were white also. But the one thing that captured me was the chandelier that hung from the ceiling, surrounded my Greek patterns.

The table was clear glass, full with cutlery, plates and glasses, then the six figures caught me the most, they stood up and I felt sick suddenly. But, somehow Ace noticed my discomfort and pulled me closer against him as we walk inside. Rodrigues was the familiar face, who sat beside another man, Marcel. Then the four women, tall, beautiful, model like figures and face.

We take our seats, Ace sat on one corners of the table, I sat besides him. Rodrigues right beside me, along with Marcel opposite me, the four girls sat on the other end of the table. The door opens, everyone suddenly stands up excluding Ace who just sipped some of the wine the maid poured him. I had no idea what to do, so I stayed seated.

Ace’s father walks in with his wife, being Aces mother. The moment Ace’s father nods his head, everyone settles down as they take their seats. It was silent, the maids breathing could be heard as they relax down the food onto the table. “So, what made you come back to your family all of a sudden?” His father asked.

“Can I not miss you all? Is that a crime to be punished for as well father?” Ace whispers sarcastically, his father inhaled deeply before tugging his face to me. Ace grabbed onto his chin, stroking his beard as he watched every move his father did.

“And you, I have a lot of things to ask about you.” He directed. “Who are your parents?”

“Adrian and Natasha.” I whisper, expecting them to be surprised, they were not. Instead, his father nods his head as his assistant rushes towards him holding a file. He opens it, his eyes traveling down into whatever it is.

“And your name?”

“Arabella Taylor.” I mumble, but somehow, I could see the disbelieve in his eyes.

“You are nothing but a lie.” With that, we hear a bang onto the table, revealing the gun Ace decided to throw.

“Please, do continue.” He growls softly.

“We did a background check; you created a fake identity. Your name is not Arabella, you parents are not your parents, everything about is a lie, so do tell Ace who you really are. A daughter of a man from a Mafia. An ex-wife from a man from a Mafia. A child bared by another man. Your parents are not Adrian and Natasha, they are the second biggest crime lords after Ace. Now, like I said before do tell us who you really are.” His father threw the file in the middle of the table, Ace glances at me form the side of his eyes.

I was shocked. I knew nothing of what he has said, my whole life was a lie, so I did something I knew I shouldn’t have done. I picked up the file. “You are nothing but a threat to our family.”  Revealing the truth of my whole life, and everything made sense. Everything added up now. My life was the Mafia. And I was just as bad as Ace. I threw the file, standing up from the table as I rush out of the room, pushing the doors open, my heart begins beating effortlessly. It could not be.

 A/N : What do you think was in the file?