Chapter 2

***Aces pov***

I backed away into the shadows. Watching Grey’s every move until I was no longer visible.

I would have killed her right then and there, but my father always taught me “timing is everything.” And with that what seemed like half of New York’s fucking police outside, timing wasn’t on my side.

I sped walked to the side of the building , to the door I entered from. I walked out , and around the side, hiding behind rubble as I watched the cops barge through the warehouse. I climbed the fence and stared to make way to my vehicle. My men were parked a few streets away.

As I approached the black Cadillac, my fist clenched in anger.

l swung the door open to the SUV, and slid into the back. I slammed it shut, causing the car to shake. My men looked at me with fear in their eyes as the car started to quickly drive away. Their eyes met mine, and started drifting down to my neck in horror.

My fingers graze my neck, only to feel blood dripping down. I forgot that the little bitch cut me. I raised my neck up and looked at the gash. Not enough to kill me, but deep enough to scar. Yet another scar caused by that STUPID, IGNORANT BITCH!

Allegra motherfucking Grey!! 8 years! 8 goddamed years I’ve been trying to kill her and somehow fails everytime.She has humiliated me time and time again. The embarrassment it has caused me in my life, that I, Ace De Luca, can’t even kill a little girl, is devastating.

I released my anger by punching my reflection in the window next to me.

YOU. *punch* WILL. *punch* FUCKING. *punch* DIE. *punch*

With the last punch the bullet proof window shatters, leaving the two men in the front looking at me wide eyed. I hate her.

More than I have ever hated anything or anyone in my whole life. The best day of my life will be the day she stops breathing. And I can guarantee, it will be at my hand. I don’t want to just shoot her, no. That’ll be too painless.

I want her to suffer. I want her to watch as her life crumbles around her, her world will shatter I want her to die a slow and painful death and hang her in a mantle above my desk.

No one messes with De Lucas and lives to tell about it.

***Allegra's pov***

After Ace disappears into the shadows I wait a moment to make sure the coast is clear. I grabbed my rifle bag and run towards my other escape route. I was always well prepared for my missions, and made sure to map 3-4 exits in case of emergency. I reached the back of the building to see it was also surrounded. I crouched down into a bush, and waited for them to infiltrate the building. Like I predicted, all of the cops. Barged into the ware house, leaving only one to stand guard outside.

“Idiots.” I mumbled.

I slowly got up, making sure that I was in the clear and sprinted towards the back gate surrounding the building. I scanned it gracefully and made my way down a dark alley. I walked 3 blocks away to my black Ferrari packed under a street light. I opened the passenger side door, and slid my rifle bag in and slammed the door shut. Sliding into the drivers side, I turn the key bringing the car to life. The roar of the engine always puts a smile on my face. As my adrenaline died down, I felt the pain in my arm. I took off my leather jacket that was now drenched in blood, and evaluated the wound. It was deep and jagged, definitely in need of a few stitches, but that inexperienced prick missed my artery, so it’ll be fine.

A long ass 47 mins drive to the safe house, and bleeding out from a knife scratch was not on my list of ‘Ways I Would Like To Die.’ I took off my white tank top, exposing my black lace bra, and wrapped it around my arm to slow down the bleeding. I pulled out of the street and made my way to the safe house, taking the long route in case I was being followed. As the street lights passed by me in a blur, my mind wandered to the person who has been living rent free in my mind.

Ace De Luca

We’ve been out to kill each other for 8 years…He is the heir to the Italian Mafia, as well as their best assassin.

The Italian Mafia isn’t our only rival, but they are definitely the biggest pain in the ass we have. The Italian Mafia and the American Mafia have been at war for decades. Our hatred for each other started when my great great grandfather was killed by Aces great great grandfather ‘a lot of greats I know’ since then, it’s been nothing but bloodshed between our two families. Wives, uncles, children, husbands… all killed on both sides. We were killing each other mercilessly in pursuit of revenge that has long outlived our ancestors.

My knuckles gripped the steering wheel, turning white as I imagined all the ways I will kill that annoying prick. I wanted to make sure his death is so agonizingly painful that when I’m done with him, he’d be begging for the blessing of death. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice that I was nearing the safe house. I pulled into the isolated street and made my way through the forest surrounding me. Our safe house was away from the hustle and bustle of New York, we liked to keep our isolation for obvious reasons. I pulled up to the first gate, scanned my finger print, and watched as it slowly slid open. “welcome home ma’am.”