Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓

13 | Everything

I head down the hallways, fixing my blazer buttons. Arabella wanted the day with Rose, so instead I decided to sort out my little problem in the cells where Mickey or whatever his name is, is staying.  Had to travel half an hour to get here, this was the biggest side deal of my own.

One thing I would hate for Arabella to know about it, human trafficking. But with consent, we sell women and men to be maids for other higher classes.

They only come to us when they have nothing, we offer it all to them. I hated this business, but I could not do anything about it unless I get half the Mafia leaders to sign on an agreement. I may be the strongest man and most powerful, but this disregards any of my actual duties.

It is not something I am proud of, that is why I do not intervene as much. I reach the cell, seeing Mickey chained up to the table. I nod my head to Rodrigues who opens the door for me, “so, tell me everything.” I said walking in, he glances at me. Nodding his head.

“What do I get for telling you?” Mickey returns, I grab the chair from behind me, scraping it across the ground as I settle down. I bring out my gun and drop it onto the table with a thud.

“Tell me everything.”

“Adrian-he plans to kill her on the night of the theatre. The Mafia ball, the one we have every year.”

“Who are you working with?”

“Adrian and Jayson, they teamed up, Adrian to kill Arabella and Jayson to take Rose. To use her as his heir.”

“How are they going to accomplish this?”

“They need to get rid of your child, that was the first plan, then they need to kill Arabella, your weakness.” This was the worst thing about the Mafia, once they find your weakness, hey will stop at nothing to get a hold of it. My weakness, I had no such thing until Arabella popped up into my life. She is my weakness. “They’re working with someone’s else; I know they are I just don’t know who.”

“Who do you think?”

“Your father, if any possibility.” It all made sense, the marriage, forcing it all onto me in such a hurry.  He told me everything, and I felt sick to my stomach that Bella had these sorts of men running after her, her entire life. The rest, the rest had to be a secret from her, if she knew, not only would she be ruined, worse.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“You can’t, you cannot trust anyone, but Arabella trusted me and I wouldn’t break that.” I tried to conceive some sort of plan, anything would do, I just needed the right one. I had Mike; I could use him as some sort of leverage. Get three things in one. More power, protection and my child.  

“Okay, here is the deal. You work for me, but also work for her father.  I want to know everything, do you understand?”

“Yes, I do.” He replies, I sigh. Knowing this was the best to keep away from Arabella, she would not need to know of such horrendous things. Not like her father would get to her anyways, everything stays between the two of us. And the plan made sense.

“If I notice you missed one detail out, I will kill everyone, including your brother Jake, and his boyfriend. Along with your three daughters and ex-lover. Understood?” I answer.

“How do you know about them!” I stood up, buttoning my blazer up as I glance towards him.

“Because I am Ace Moretti Hernandez, you fucker. So, f**k this up, and they’re dead.”

“Do anything to them and I-I-I’ll kill you.” He stutters.

“Do you not know? I am f*****g un-killable.”

“Mr Hernandez, you have someone waiting for you at your office at home.” Marcel informs me, I hand him the keys to the cell and drag my hand down my face, almost ten hours of not seeing Arabella, who knew this woman would have such an effect on me. I want to marry her. I want to put a real ring on her finger, I have already chosen a special one, but I want her to be my own. After I divorce that b***h.

I push open my office door, to see her. Harley. “You need to leave.”

“One condition, I will sign the divorce papers, if you kiss me.” I rose a confused brow, she slid of my desk, pulling down her skirt as she skidded towards me. Holding the divorce papers, along with a pen from the pocket above her breast. “One kiss Ace, one Kiss and I am gone.”

“What are you planning?”

“Nothing, I just want to see if I still have feelings for you. If we still have a connection…” she glances at my lips, her blonde coloured hair falling graciously down her shoulders. I glance back at the door before her.

“One kiss, and you sign those f*****g papers.” I guess I can marry her earlier than expected, together, me and her. I have the ring in my blazer pocket, but was it worth it? To kiss her. One kiss, and I get to marry her. One kiss.

I did it, I pressed my lips against hers for a second or so before pulling away, I wipe my lips as I watch her smile. “You are a good man Ace; you do not deserve any of this. Here, I already signed it, just wanted to give you a goodbye present.” She hands me the papers, grabbing her bag from the seat as she walks away. One last smile. I felt guilt, ride up my veins, how was I meant to tell her?

I lock up my office, making my way up the stairs towards our bedroom, I push open my door, to see Arabella tucked under the covers. I throw my keys onto the counter as I watch her sit up slightly, she glances at me, her eyes swollen and red. “Hey, how was work?” She asked.

“Usual, how about you?”

“I had a good time, when did you get back?”

“A fifteen minutes ago.”

“Why didn’t you come up?”

“I was in the office, doing paperwork.” Her face falls, she breaks eye contact with me before nodding her head. She grabs the covers and throws it over her body as she settles inside the covers. I sigh, grabbing onto my forehead before walking towards her. I settle down onto the edge of the bed.

-          ARABELLAS POV   -

I waited a week for him to tell me he kissed her, but he hasn’t. Yes, I saw the office kiss, and my heart wanted to shred in pieces but I needed him to explain yet he is denying to elucidate himself. I knock onto his office door, waiting for a reply but when I don’t, I push it open. He rested against his leather chair, sipping the cold drinks of Vodka. “Arabella,”

“Ace,”

“Is everything okay?”

“No, it isn’t.” He put down his drink and glanced at me. “I waited a whole week for some sort of explanation but I received nothing. I saw you kiss her, and you promised me you would tell me if anything happens. So why didn’t you?”

“We got divorced.”

“What does kissing have to do with that? What am I to you?” I shot out the questions.

“Everything. You are everything to me Arabella. You are my life, you complete me, and I want nothing more than a simple future, I want to marry you, I want you, I need you…”