Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓

2 | Distance

A/N: Okay, i am not repeating myself again. I did not delete the chapters purposefully! My computer is buggy and decided instead of publishing it would delete the entire thing. So, the plot may be changing, having the fact that I was not even happy with it to begin with. So yes, I do suggest re-reading from the beginning because it is going to be different. And, the chapters are going to be longer! I know some of you are angry, trust me, I am angrier! I did not save any of my work, like I said, I work on ideas. Please, respect the fact I am trying to publish many chapters along with my exams and my a-levels. Thank you for you current support.

"Arabella!" My eyes shoot open, only to see my surroundings. A plane. A private plane, with black leather seats, not many, it looks like a living room. I look around, seeing Rose settled down watching on a mini-TV screen, then, I glimpse besides me noticing how many men in black suits scaled the plane.

Ever since that night, I have been having weird dreams of someone dying, it could not have actually meant something. Maybe it was a sign, Mia believed in signs. I see Ace, scuffled through paperwork as his step brother Rodrigues hands it over to him. His hair, his hair was dark as the night sky. I remember slipping my fingers through them at one point, recalling the pleasure he produced me and I to him.

I had no idea it would be this hard, this hard to try forget something. But like ink on a page, it has to come to an end. I just have to find ways of trying to bury my feelings deep in the ground.  I itch the back of my sweat neck, that dream must have been intense to my remembrance.

Rubbing onto my forehead, I see the flight attendant walk in with a glass of water, a smile I knew was secretly faked. She settled it down onto Ace’s desk and stand, expecting him to thank her, well she is going to be disappointed when she does not receive it. “What are you still doing here?” He replies, not looking her into the eyes, she gulps and makes her way back to the front.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, we have exactly six hours before we land to Italy.’

I rip my necklace of, opening the locket as I stare at the picture of me and Lauren. My teeth sink into my lips, I feel the couch besides me sink. I turn my head and see Rose, crawling towards my lap before dipping her head into my chest, falling asleep. “Mummy, who is that?” She enquired, pointing to the locket.

“Auntie Lauren,”

“Where is she?”

“In heaven,” I whisper. After a few minutes of silent, she snores herself to sleep. I see a nurse walking towards me, offering to take her to the bedroom, this must be the nanny that Ace appointed us to. I smile, nodding my head as she takes her. I glance at Ace, watching him fold his long sleeve shirt towards his elbows, revealing more of the tattoos. Tattoos.

 My fingers outline his chest tattoos when one comes into consideration, 'Omerta'. My eyes widen, how have I not seen this before? Omerta. The oath is known as Omertà. It is a code of silence and secrecy that forbids members from betraying their 'brothers' to authorities or rival gangs. The penalty for disobeying the oath is death.

My heart felt like it stopped beating, Omerta is what they use in Mafia's. I was having s*x with a gang member. A criminal. I am living with a criminal; I feel my lips quiver in fear. Ace's fingers stroking my back as I release his chest. "I need to check up on Rose," I whisper casually, Ace nods his head as I slide out of the bed, I grab my robe and wrap it around my body as I take my phone with me.

The moment I close the door, I immediately contact the police as I rush down Roses hallway. "911, What's your emergency?"

"I need help, I'm living with a criminal- "The phone was snatched from my hands, I gasped as turned around to see it being smashed with his hands. My eyes widen in fear as I slowly step away from him. He releases my f****d-up phone as it collides with the ground. I feel tears leave my eyes as fear grows in my heart. "Please don't hurt me- "

"We were f*****g a few minutes ago. Then you do this?"

"I-I-please Ace just-just let me go."

"You always have to be so f*****g nosey, don't you? All the f*****g time!" He growls, now that I see him. This man is huge, and I was shitting bricks. I needed to get to Rose. "Why do you have to make me do this?"

"Ace, please- "He looks at me before glancing at his hands where a gun laid. My heart wouldn't stop beating loudly, a thumping against my chest. "Please don't hurt me, what about Rose?" He walks towards me, grabbing my neck gently as he pushes me against the wall. I feel his gun against the side of my head. "Ace I won't say anything- "

"Really? Because that phone call proves everything."

"I was stupid,"

"I have no choice Arabella." I feel tears slide down my eyes before I look into his. "If you would just have kept to yourself." He whispers as he rests his head against my forehead. I couldn't leave Rose, Malissa was gone. And this man is a monster.

My stomach suddenly churned, I swallowed down vomit by accident, not knowing it would cause more to infiltrate. I grabbed onto my stomach, slowly standing up from the seat of the aeroplane. I begin walking down the plane, finding the bathroom with all these doors. “Arabella?”

I hear his voice. Deciding to ignore it, I push the plane door open and it reveals a toilet which I sink my head into as I vomit out the food I had earlier. I close the door, making sure it was locked, my throat stung from the painful vomit.

I lift my own hair up, continuing to vomit. Morning sickness. Morning sickness was the hangover that lingered, a knock on the door catches my attention. “What?”

“Do not lock the door, open it.” He replies, I roll my eyes as I pull the lock open. Ace pulls the door open and watches me, he hands me a bottle of water. “Water helps keep the vomit at ease.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Well, bad luck, drink it.” He orders, suddenly, the vomit came back, I turn my head back inside the toilet seat and croak out any more food or anything inside of me. I try push my hair away, “do you need help?”

“Just leave me alone, please.” I whisper out. The door shuts, indicating that he has finally listened to my order.  I feel tears, falling down my eyes, and before I know it, I had a break down. Unable to take any more of this, I choke on my spit. My head bangs against the wall of the bathroom, wiping the fallen drops. I close my eyes, expecting some sort of decency. But nothing felt right, nothing felt like how it used to.

Mia always told me that people change for the better, nothing changed for the better, only for the worse. I loved him, I still do and yet I cannot take his perfect face out of my mind. He is everywhere without meaning to be, every memory, every smile, every laugh, he is there because once upon a time, he caused those smiles and laughs and happiness. He distracted me from the bad, only for me knowing he was the bad.

My whole life, my life of running away from my parents, from him. The man I thought loved me. “I had no idea being pregnant with my child would upset you so much.” I hear him whisper from the other side of the door, he stayed?

“Because you don’t know anything, you can’t just force a girl to keep your child, a child she does not want.” I burst.

“You do not want the child?” He took out from the sentence.

“I don’t know, you know Rose was the hardest pregnancy for me. But, you are so selfish for your needs, you never thought about my own. Because all you do, is think about yourself. What happened to the Ace who loved me, and wanted to give me everything…this is not what I wanted nor expected from you.” The other side of the door was silent, I pick myself up form the ground, walking to the sink as I spray water all over my face, mixing the tears.

I looked at my reflection, worn out, beaten by my mental health. I exit the bathroom, back to my couch. Only to bump into a figure I knew to well, “if you want the abortion, you can have it when we land in Italy but that would only lead to one thing.” He pauses. “Death.”

“You know about the Mafia, you know who I am, and it is dangerous.”

“Are you serious?”

“It is part of Omerta.”

“f**k Omerta, I know you wouldn’t kill me; I know you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself.”

“I killed my own brother; I do not think you would make a difference. Make your choice before the end of the flight, and instead of thinking about yourself, think about Rose,” In the end, I lost myself trying to be enough for you.

‘We were meant to be,’ I didn’t know I should’ve ended the sentence with the word stranger. Because that is what I am to him, he switches of his feelings like switching of a light.

It was me and him against the world, until we learned that the world was too much to bear and though we put up a good fight, we never made it in the end. And then it was me, alone again, just where we started, all I wanted to do was open the cover and start again back to what we were. In love. Happy.