Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓

12 | Shower s*x

We were half asleep after a full night of pleasure; his stamina was amazing along with his hold. He made sure everything was perfect for me and it was, my fingers circles around his tattoos, giving me remembrance of the time, I saw the omertà tattoo. "Ace.." I whisper, he hums in response as his hand rested on my back whilst my head onto his chest. "Why are you so adamant for it to be a girl?"

He hesitated for a slight second, shuffling underneath the covers, I sit up slightly meeting his eyes. "Because, if the baby is a girl, she would have nothing to do with the Mafia." He whispers, my eyes slowly widen a little, I sit up fully watching him. His Hazel eyes locked with my own.

"So-this entire time-I-" I stuttered know my own words.

"Arabella, as I said, I am doing everything I can for you all to be safe. I gave you my word, and I intend on keeping it." I press my lips against his, my hair falling to the side of his cheeks, brushing his stubble.

"I love you so much, Ace. I hope you know that."

"And I to you Arabella, you are my only acceptation, do you understand?" He whispers, pulling me on top of him.

"I do,"

"You would be saying those two words later on," I chuckle slapping his chest slightly.

"I thought you weren't one to settle down."

"What can I say? I am a changed man."

"You are a better man," I mumble. I rest my head onto his chest, hearing his heart beating. Who knew something so little can mean something so much? I finally felt protected, I felt powerful for some reason. Aces finger grazes my back bone, I watch the closed balcony doors. The rain splattering against the glass. I am so relaxed. With the man I love, a baby, and rose my entire life felt complete. Finally.

But.

The moment I blink, a crash slams against the balcony windows, I scream in shock and Ace immediately grabs onto me before getting of the bed. Gunshots were heard, screams, Ace pulls open his draw revealing a matte black gun. "Stay down." He whispers, glass were splattered all over the floor. Ace stood up, releasing gun shots as body fell to the ground. I took a peek up, seeing nine figures walk in from the balcony.

Rose! I needed to get to her. "Rose! I need to find Rose!"

"Stay down Arabella!" I look at him, he grabs one of the figures head smashing it against the wooden floor. He grabs his gun and pulls the trigger; the door opens revealing Rodrigues and Marcel who begin helping.

"Get her out! Now!" Rodrigues was rushing towards me; I stand up as he covers me but the moment I look back. I see him. He stood. Right there.

"Wait!!" I scream, the last figure to live. "I know him..." I push Rodrigues away from me, walking towards him. "Mike?" I whisper.

"I-Arabella?" He stutters, Ace held him by the neck, lifting him up from the ground. I held onto Aces forearm asking for him to let him go.

"I know him-"

"Arabella, leave now." Ace mumbles.

"Mike, what are-are you doing?"

"Arabella what are you doing here?"

"I asked first!"

"I-I'm here to kill the heir." My eyes widen, I hold onto Aces shirt from behind me.

"Why?"

"I have to Arabella."

"No, you don't, you don't have to Mike."

"You're carrying it, aren't you?" He asked, I glance down at my bump and nod my head slightly.

"Do you want to feel it?" I whisper, he hesitated, Ace was arguing with me but I asked for him to stay silent. Which he did, surprisingly. I walk towards Mike, holding onto his hand as I set it onto my stomach. "Mike, it’s still a baby...forget the fact it might become an heir, it is my child."

"Arabella-"

"Mike, I gave you a chance at the florist, because I know you are a good man. I know you are a good person. From here." I rest my hand onto his heart, he gulps looking at me. "Who are you working for?"

"Arabella-" Ace tried.

"Leave them, work for us-"

"Arabella! A word!" Ace growls, but I ignore it knowing he could get angry at me later.

"I will tell you everything! I will tell you everything, because, of her." He said, directing his sight to me. "You don't deserve the plan Jayson and Adrian have planned for you." Ace hesitates from pulling the trigger.

"Thank you Mike." I whisper, Ace holds onto my arm pulling me away from him as I watch Rodrigues and Marcel grab on Mike pulling him out of the room.

"What the f**k was that!?" Ace raises his voice.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me." I said, pointing at him. He closes his eyes breathing in.

"Arabella."

"Ace, I trust him. He is a good man; he had the chance to kill me but he didn't. He is going to tell you everything...do you trust me?" Ace hesitates, before nodding his head. "Good, then know, he has all the answers."

"You have cut on your back and arms from the glass," I look down and see the blood trickling down, Ace pulls onto my hands and leads me out of the room.

"Is Rose okay?"

"She is fine, protected." I nod my head, knowing I should check up on her. We walk down the hallways, maids walk past. Ace stops them, "clean my room, fix my windows. One hour." The maids nod before rushing of, I roll my eyes at his rudeness. He never does say please or thank you to me, so I shouldn't expect it for others.

We enter a guest room; Ace pushes the bathroom doors open revealing a huge in-suite. He picks me up and set me down onto the counter, I chuckle softly watching him take the first aid kit from the draw besides me. He opens it, taking out a bandage and some alcohol wipes. I watch him wipe the blood away before feeling something kick my stomach. I gasp.

"What is it? Am I hurting you?"

"I-I think he kicked?" I whisper, grazing my stomach. He kicks again. I grab onto Aces hand and rest it on my tiny bump. The moment I did, it kicked. And I saw something I would have never seen. Ace smiles, with teeth. Releasing a small scoff as it kicks again.

"She is a kicker. Like her mother." I laugh pushing onto him jokingly, Ace crouches down, resting his forehead onto my stomach. He whispers a few words in Italian which makes my heart sink with flowers. "Tu e tua madre siete la mia vita e anche di più."

[you and your mother are my life and more]

He presses his lips against it, "we only have four months left..."

"I still did not do the crib."

"Are you serious!"

"I keep forgetting, Bella."

"I should do it myself."

"Why can I not get people for it?"

"It needs to be done specifically from you. It's tradition."

"Okay done, it will be done soon." I smile watching him clear my wounds. The moment we finished, he opens the shower for me and removes my shirt.

"Ace...can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Are you divorced yet?" I whisper, playing with my fingers.

"No. The contract was well done, when my father found out we were never really married he went along to do it. Arabella, I am trying to find a way out, it will just take some time."

"I know but she's your ex-lover...what if-"

"No, I would never fall for her again. You have my word."

"Right..." I don't know if it was the hormones, I trusted Ace more than anything. It was her I didn't trust. I was scared she would do anything, anything at all. "If she tries anything, you will tell me right."

"She will not but I will tell you." I smile, the reassurance I needed. "Now get inside."

"You're not going to join?" I drag onto his shirt as I pull him inside, he glances down at me. I suck my lips in my teeth, he watches me soak myself in, I clip my bra and throw it outside over him. He smirks slightly, glancing down my body from top to bottom.

He dragged his shirt of, dropping it to the ground before smashing his lips against my own. He wraps his fist around my head as the water strolls down our bodies. He yanks my hair down softly and bites onto my neck, my back collided with the window, he lifts my thighs against his hips which were a bit high for me.

I feel him rubbing against my underwear. I push him of my slightly, dragging my hand down his chest, down his abs until I reached his Calvin Klein underwear. I teased him by pulling it down, he grabs onto my wrist. "Do not tease me Bella." I smile, getting onto my knees as I pull down his underwear, revealing his huge member.

“I don’t tease, Hernandez…”  I rub onto his veiny, d**k. Making sure he was erected enough. He inhales deeply, I insert him into my mouth, rubbing onto what I couldn’t fit as I thrust my head. He groans, closing his eyes as I look up at him, making sure to give him the eye contact he needed. He grabs onto the back of my head and thrusts into my mouth deeper. I gag feeling him at the end of my throat, he stays hold. I feel his semen crash against the back of my throat after five minutes.