Paetyn’s POVI’m separated from Ace. I don’t have him by my side, and I feel unsafe. Even with him bound and kneeling on the ground, as long as he was near me, and his eyes were on me, everything felt like it would turn out okay. Now? In this black SUV with these strange armed men? It’s all I can do not to curl up in a trembling little ball. But Ace wouldn’t want that, so instead, I keep my chin held high and stare down each of the men who dare to look my way as though they’re lower than dirt. Artie is glaring death at me. He’s still dabbing the blood off his face and neck with tissues. “No matter how hard you keep staring, I’m not going to go up in flames,” I snark at him. His glare intensifies. He runs a finger over my jaw, and the ache that follows in its wake makes me sure he did, indeed, bruise me. “If it wasn’t for the boss, I’d pull your teeth out with a pair of pliers and cut your fingers off.” My stomach knots. These are dangerous men. Men like Ace. But I can’t back down
Paetyn’s POVI sit in Ace’s new black Escalade, hugging my laptop and watching as he carries another load of stuff out. This time, it’s my clothes. I can see it’s not just clothes I left there, but clothes I left at Liam’s. A question niggles at the corner of my mind. I try to think of how to frame it delicately. I’m not sure I even want to know the answer. When the back door swings open, I pluck up the courage and turn to face Ace. “Did you do something to Liam?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for that asshole.” I snort. “No. I just… he’s disappeared and…” Ace leans on the doorframe. “Would you really want to know, little bird?” I hesitate then nod. “I just know Pat Aster is going to blame you or me or both of us. He’ll be on our tail, too. I figure it’s best if I know.” “All right. No, I didn’t. I went to his place with every intention of fucking him up, if not killing him with my bare hands, but he wasn’t there.” He grits his teeth. “That was
Paetyn’s POVI wake up and smile, remembering the night I spent with Ace. It feels almost like a dream, but I know it can’t be because I still ache in all the right places, and I can smell his woodsy scent all over me. I run my hands over my breasts and feel the sting of where he nipped me over and over. Can I really be wet for him this early in the morning? Apparently so.Turning slightly, I see that Ace is sleeping soundly beside me, his inky hair tussled, and his lips parted as though to kiss me. While I ache to kiss him, and do other things despite all we did last night, I also want to let him sleep. I imagine he’s been sleeping just as poorly as I have while we’ve been apart. Still, I can’t resist reaching out and gently twisting a strand of his dark hair around my finger. His hand darts out and snatches mine. Then, he kisses my palm and nibbles my fingertips. “You’ve been staring, little bird.” I swallow. “I have.” “You can always wake me up. I’d always rather be with you th
Ace’s POVI cup the back of Paetyn’s neck with one hand while the other slides around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. A soft gasp slips past her full lips, and I greedily catch the sound in my mouth the second my lips attach to hers. It’s been far too fucking long since I’ve felt her against me. I pushed myself to near insanity reminding myself each day of how soft her skin is, how easily I can pull sounds from her, and how fucking sweet she smells. And now that I’ve got her back in my arms where she belongs, I’m never letting her go again. Over my dead body. Paetyn fists the front of my shirt as my mouth devours her. I saw the look in her eyes when she realised the material is coated in blood. My lifestyle is nothing new to her, but it eats away at me wondering if she thinks I’m a monster for enjoying the thrill of the kill and getting my hands dirty. I don’t want her to look at me and be scared. As long as she’s with me, she will never fear any harm that could come
Paetyn’s POVOh, shit.A shudder races down my spine at Ace’s presence. I can’t believe he’s here, standing behind me. I thought I had covered my tracks well and left him no way of finding me. But I should’ve known that this is a man who will do anything to get back what’s his.I keep my eyes locked on his car, unable to turn around. “How’d you find me?”A deep chuckle sounds in his chest. “Funny you should ask, because I simply stumbled upon you just now while I was walking back to my car.”He what?“So you’re saying you didn’t track me down to this location?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “Then how did you…?”“Let’s just say I was in the area for a job, and I happened to catch sight of you taking the trash out. I didn’t think today would be the day I’d find you, but here we are. Call it fate.”“Here we are,” I breathe, my chest tightening. “I don’t—”“Look at me, Paetyn,” Ace demands gruffly. “I want to talk to your pretty face, not the back of your head.”Exhaling sharply
Paetyn’s POVIt’s 1:00 in the morning, and I’m wide awake. I’ve been staring at the ceiling, desperately willing my body to allow sleep to consume me for what feels like hours. No amount of counting sheep or focusing on relaxing my breathing is working. The longer I lie here, the more my brain continues to turn. First, thoughts about Mom and how much I miss her seeped into my distracted mind. It’s hard to believe she’s been gone for five weeks. I’ll never get to see her smile, look into her enchanting eyes, or hear her familiar laugh again. I knew it was going to be hard living life without her, but I was hoping that, with time, the pain in my chest would ease. But instead, the pain has grown tenfold, pressing down on me like a pile of wet cement. While her funeral three weeks ago was quiet and small, the absence of my father hung heavy in the air. I know their relationship deteriorated over the years, but given how long they were together, I thought he would want to be there to sup