12: ACE DICKSON

ACE'S POV

The cool breeze caressed my face as I strode out into the evening. I was bored out of my fucking mind. Dad knew I didn't wish to be there with them. I did not want to sit and dine with a bunch of snobby rich people - Grams was the only exception. I mean, I grew up wealthy, but my old man taught me to not let money dictate who I was and how I treated people.

And that Sinister Hemington that dad always spoke about sounded like a filthy fucking asshole. He tried to marry off his daughter Bianca to my father a few years ago because he owed my grandparents money. I kicked at a pebble I saw on the grate while walking leisurely in the moonlit evening.

I thought about Lonergirl and how I was counting the days until our meeting. Not only that, but I told her I purchased a brand-new car; it was a 2008 Mercedes-Benz. I had it remodelled just for her. She preferred the colour purple, so I had it repainted to match her liking. The name Lonergirl was embroidered on the seats, and the na