LOGINPaetynI flop onto the hotel bed, flipping the remote with the kind of lazy boredom that comes from too many hours spent staring out the window. The news is on, and I watch without really watching, until a familiar name makes me sit up a little straighter. Enzo Gambino. My stomach churns. The news anchor is talking about his upcoming hearing, set for next week. I wonder if there will be enough evidence to convict him. I know what he’s capable of, how slippery he is, how he can twist facts, charm juries, and slip through cracks that seem too small to notice. Part of me worries that he’ll find a way out of prison before he even stands trial. I click the TV off and stare at the ceiling, letting my thoughts spiral, imagining him walking free while Liam’s face haunts me in every corner of my mind.The phone rings, cutting through the dark spiral of worry before it has the chance to swallow me whole. Ace and Raya are the only people with my new number. I answer the phone and hear Ace’s vo
AceI wait a few extra minutes, making sure Raya has enough time to get inside. Then, I make my way to the gate where Marko is stationed. He spots me and nods once. I nod back, and he steps aside, allowing me to walk through the gates. Vinny is playing security at the main entrance of the club tonight. He’s in position to make sure no one questions me as I pass. It wasn’t hard to get him there. Money talks. I move past him into the lobby. Everything is going exactly as planned.Marko and Vinny took care of the gatekeeper, the doorman, and the host earlier to clear the way for the night. No one was hurt, but their pockets are a little fuller, and they won’t talk.Rocco is stationed at the restaurant entrance, playing the part of the polite host. Everything looks normal, but I know better.I approach him casually. “Table for one,” I say, keeping my tone light. He leads me toward a small corner table. I follow, taking the seat where I have a clear line of sight to the bar.From here, ev
AceWhen I wake up in Chicago, Paetyn’s still asleep next to me. I don’t want to move yet and accidentally jostle her awake, so I lie still for a few minutes while I fully wake up. I think about the day ahead and about what has to happen when I get back home. Eventually, my stomach growls enough that I reach over and grab the phone, quietly ordering room service. I order coffee, eggs over easy, toast, and fruit. I rinse off in the shower and get dressed while I wait. The knock at the door comes much faster than I expected, waking her up. As I roll the cart into the room, she stretches. “Good morning, little bird,” I say. “Is it morning already?” she asks with a yawn. “Sure is. I’m going to have to leave pretty soon, too,” I reply. She puts on one of the robes from the closet, and we sit down to breakfast.I pour her a cup of coffee. “Thank you. I don’t want you to go.” She takes a sip, looking at me over the rim of the glass.“I know, babe, but I have to go take care of a few thi
PaetynI close the bathroom door behind me and lean against it for a second before turning on the shower and stepping in, letting the water trickle down my skin. I scrub carefully, making sure I get every bit of the day and travel off. Ace is so brave. He took a bullet for me. I love him more than I can put into words. He’s a fierce and courageous leader–a protector–and he’s mine. I want him to know how much I love him tonight. I want him to feel it before I even say it.I dry off and pull on the red lace teddy I grabbed at a shop in the airport while Ace was in the restroom. It’s a one-piece with a thong back and demi-balconette cups. I chose it because it felt like me and because I know exactly how he’ll look at me when he sees it.I towel-dry my hair until it’s damp. Then, I grab the blow dryer and a round brush I also picked up at the airport. I pull sections of hair over the brush, rolling them to shape loose waves that fall the way I want. Once my hair’s done, I sweep peach eye
AceWe pull into Antonio’s, and I barely have the strength to get out of the car. Paetyn and Antonio help me out and guide me inside. My legs feel like lead, I’m dizzy, and my arm is a live wire of pain. When we get inside the house, they help me down onto the couch. I lie back, trying to catch my breath, my pulse still slowing from loss of blood. Antonio leans over me and says, “I’m calling my personal doctor. He’ll get that bullet out of your arm.”I nod, swallowing hard. Paetyn kneels on the floor next to me, squeezing the hand on my good arm. “I’m so sorry you got hit, Ace.” Her eyes glisten with the tears she’s fighting back. “I’ll be okay. I’ve been shot in the arm before, little bird.” I try a smile, but it’s strained.While we wait, I pull out my phone. I need to clean up the mess at the meat plant. I call a fresh crew of Gambinos and give them the address. “Feed all the bodies into the machines. Get rid of every trace of those cops, and more importantly, every trace that we
PaetynThe basement is quieter now that the jackass cop has gone back upstairs. My wrists ache where the handcuffs bite. Across the room, my father sits cuffed to a radiator, his face bruised, blood dried at the edges of his temple. I look at him, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry, Dad,” I say. “I didn’t know who else to call.”He shakes his head, and his voice is firm even under stress. “Don’t apologize, Paetyn. I’m glad you called me. I called Ace before I even left my house. I gave him the address and told him the situation. He doesn’t know these men are dirty cops, but that doesn’t matter. He’s already here, watching everything, so he knows about how many men are upstairs. I had my phone on speaker in my pocket the whole time, giving him clues.” “He’s here already?” I whisper, my throat tight.“Undoubtedly,” he says. “Ace is smart. He won’t rush in blindly.”I try to picture Ace outside, circling this building, watching every movement, every shadow. “How many of your men got killed up







