Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓

7 | Miscarriage

“She is stable, the baby is fine.” The doctor answers, closing his bag.

“Why was she bleeding?”

“It becomes tender during pregnancy and could be a bit inflamed or irritated. This type of bleeding can also occur prior to a miscarriage or with an ectopic pregnancy, but most often it is not a cause for concern. Now all, Ms Taylor needs is a warm bath.”

Ace nods his head, both hands in his pocket as he shows the doctor out before closing his bedroom door behind him. He turns to me, flashing a billion-dollar smile as he crouches down besides me. “What did I tell you?” He mumbles.

“I got blood all over your satin sheets...”

“It is of no concern,” we enter the bathroom, he switches on the bath making sure it was at right temperature. I gaze at myself in the mirror, not feeling as pretty as I was. Watching his reflection behind me, his fingers lift my shirt over my head before throwing it on to the ground.

I step inside the bathtub, just as Ace was about to leave, I grab onto his hands. “Don’t...I..l

“You want me to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Alright,” he slips of his shirt and throws it to the ground, my eyes scanning every tattoo on his body. I raise my soaked hand, stroking the scars on his chest. He spreads my legs open and begins damping the dried blood.

“What happened to you Ace?” He ignores my question and continue washing the blood of, I grab onto his wrist. “Trust me.”

“It is not important.”

“Yes it is, you are important. Maybe, you are so used to protecting others, you are not used to others protecting you.”

“No one can protect me other than myself.”

“That is not true, I can protect you.” He lets out a stiff chuckle.

“Oh, mi amore, nobody can harm me, I am, how would you say it? Invincible.” I laugh slightly pushing him jokingly.

“One minute you were a billionaire and next you are notorious gang leader.”

“Yes, do not judge a book by Its cover.”

“I did not judge you! If anything, you did to me, remember the florists.” He rolls his eyes. “Exactly.”

“You thought I was a self-absorbed man.”

“I mean, aren’t you?” He pushes me into the water jokingly. He clears the bloody water and then allows the clear water to take over.

“Alright move over.” I rose an eyebrow; he steps inside the bath and settles behind me. I sat between his legs. My head resting on his shoulder as I play with his perfect sized hands. “I know you will never forgive me; I know.”

I never replied.

“I did unwise s**t, things I should have never done. I just enjoyed you not knowing that part of me, and loving me for-”

“Someone fake, this. This is the real you, this is what you should have showed me. Not the billionaire phase. Let us start over Ace. Let me fall for who you really are, show me that side of you. Show me you.” I turn around, pressing my hands onto his chest. His eyes close slightly, I settle on his lap.

“That side is one you would not be able to handle...”

“Let me be the judge for that, Ace, I tried. I tried hating you, I tried everything but I can’t. I can’t Ace, because I love you. I always have and always will. But I only love one side of you. Show me the other.”

 I want to understand him, we both had rough pasts, so I also understand why he would be holding onto that thread, but sometimes, it has to be cut to sew things together.  His perfect blue orbs, the colour of the sky, symbolising the ocean shores. Peace and unity.

“My father forced me to keep her. For money and power. I tried, I tried my hardest to abort her but nothing worked, so-then one day I went to the bathroom…” I told him everything, I tried my hardest not to cry but I did, because for the first time, I felt not judged. And it felt good.  “Instead of helping me, he pushed me roughly back inside the tub, punching me directly in the face. Over and over and over again.”

"You are nothing but a disgrace, you had your abortion. Didn't you!" He shouted.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" Malissa screeches.

“She tried, she tried to get him of me but he was too strong for the both of us and with me pouring blood, my face, Ace, my face was black and blue, he made sure to beat me good. All because I didn’t want to have a child, but then…”

“You’re still pregnant, the abortion didn’t work.” The doctor mumbles.

“I found out I was still pregnant, but it never showed, the bump, the nausea nothing Ace, I had a cryptic pregnancy, I didn’t know myself until that doctor. I remember, I was at home and all I felt was pain, contraction pain. I had to leave the house; I was rushing myself to the hospital by walking but then I had to give birth in an alleyway. And it was that moment, where I felt Roses hands touch my face and I knew, I knew everything was going to be okay…I let go of my past, I promised myself to not keep it in my heart but the only thing that stayed was fear.” I push myself forwards, grabbing onto his hands, stroking the palm of them.

“I know that you put this phase up of being a strong, holding and promising man that is feared by everyone but Ace, power and fear doesn’t mix, they are two separate things. You gain power when having respect and kindness, two of the most powerful things in the world. Sometimes, you have to let people in, people who care, people who love you. Because I do Ace, I love you…”

People do not see Ace the way I see him, because deep down he was a kind hearted person, the kind you worry about. There is a personality in this world that learned that their role was to give to others and be generous at all times. It makes them wonderful and a blessing to all who are in their life, yet it is dangerous too.

They are as a motor running constantly, hardly ever taking the time they need for maintenance and refuelling. As such they are prone to breakdowns after a time.

The kind hearted person needs their own kindness reflected back to them. The care they give others must come back to them as care. Love them the right way or lose them, that's the way it is, for they can rarely take care of themselves.

“I am not used to being loved, Bella. My whole life, growing up was guns, hate, and having emotions were never allowed. I mean, I have not cried since I was seven. I had to tough it up.”

“I understand, which is why we are good for each other Ace, two people with broken pasts. We can build each other; we can help each other. Together, let us start all over again Ace, let us fall back one hundred steps back…let us understand each other. Me and you.” Before anything was said, his phone begun to ring. I sighed, pushing myself away from him as he exited the bath tub. Lifting the phone from the sink counter.

“What. Now? I will be right there. Twenty minutes.” He looked at my direction. “Your brothers are here. Downstairs, I forgot to cancel.”

“No, no need, I will be right there.” He nods his head, walking towards me as he helps me out of the bath. He grabs a towel wrapping it around his waist, and I could not help but watch every drop of water that trailed down his body. His perfect body. I bite onto my lips, feeling butterflies swarm my stomach. With another towel around his neck, I watch the tattoos that were inked all over him. “Are you done princessa?”

“Huh?”

“I said are you done?” He repeated.

“A few minutes-I mean yes, yes I am.” I grab the towel from the side and wrap it around my body, he took a step forward, I turn around unable to hold the extreme eye contact. Then, I feel his fingers tracing my back, lifting to my shoulders as he pushes the hair away from one side of my neck. I gasp at his touch, until I felt his lips.

They collided with my skin effortlessly, “you are so f*****g beautiful.” And I felt it, because I trusted his words more than any others. “And you are mine, ogni centimetro di te, il tuo corpo, la tua mente è mio."

[every inch of you, your body, your mind is mine.]

“Ace…”

“Do you understand Arabella?” God, how does he do it? How does he make me want him more, make me want every single bit of him touch my body?

“I do.”

“Good.”