LOGINAlexia Skylar Hale
After that little scene yesterday with my sister, Ace, his father and everyone else, things have been pretty quiet. For me.
They made a decision, my very own father and Ace's father, that I will be moving to Ace's house and will work with him. I didn't have a say.
Although, my answer would be no. I'd never want to work with Ace again. That man annoys the shit out of me even though he is fucking good looking.
"Alexia." My dad snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I asked
"You'll be leaving in a few minutes. Are you ready?" He asked.
Yeah, I'm leaving in a few minutes. To be honest, I love my dad but sometimes, his decisions sucks.
"Yes, dad. Everything's packed. Mom helped me last night. Is this really necessary? I can protect myself and protect you all. Why do I need to go?", I sighed.
It was the truth. Im a fucking assassin. I can very well protect myself and my family.
"Yes it is necessary. Alexia, I know you don't like him but at least, try to keep your differences apart and work with him until we've found whoever is messing with both of our families." My dad explained as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Fine." I sigh as my mom entered.
"Alexia. Be safe, ok?", My mom said, enveloping me in her arms.
"Aren't I always?", I said sarcastically.
"Sir. A black SUV is here.", A guard said to my father earning a sigh from me.
I guess this is where i go to Ace's house. Im going to unleash hell on that man.
"Bye, daughter. Call. Everyday.", my dad said sternly as I took my suitcase and placed it in the car.
"Will do. Call me if anything is wrong. LIKE ANYTHING." I said in the same tone as my dad. After hugging both of them, i went inside the car.
"Bye!" They yelled as I waved at them.
Here I come, Ace. Here I come.
After a good 20 minutes of road, the car finally stopped. I tried talking with the driver but he stayed quiet. Shy assholes.
I got out of the car and stood infront of a huge mansion. It was beautiful and bigger than mine.
"Welcome. You're probably thinking if this is Mr De Santis home but it's not. It's Mr De Santis's yes but all member, everyone who works with Mr De Santis stays in here. They are like his other family. So, welcome." The driver said in a serious tone.
"I thought you didn't know how to talk." I scoffed.
"I apologise. Mr De Santis told me not to talk to you and tell you everything I told you when you got here." He held an apologetic face.
Of course, he did.
I nodded and went inside. Opening the door, i saw men walking around. Some were shirtless on the couch watching TV.
"Well, well, well," A unknown voice said behind me. Turning around, i was met with a man. He was hot, i give you that. But not as hot as Ace.
My eyes widened as i realised i just compared a random guy to Ace. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Hello, gorgeous." He smirked.
"Hello," I replied, keeping a neutral face as I looked around the house
"What's a beautiful girl like you doing here?", He questioned, grinning.
I decided to ignore him and starting walking pass him only for him to grab me and made me stood infront of him.
Wrong move, fucker.
I glared at him as he smirked, "I asked you a question, sweetheart."
"Fuck off." I said in a loud tone that gained everyone's attention. I looked around me only to find all of them staring at the scene.
Might as well give them something to look at. With that thought, a smirk made it's way on my face.
"Didn't your mommy teach you that you shouldn't touch a woman without her permission?" I asked, grabbing the hand that touched me and broke it.
He yelled in pain and held his broken hand. "Fucking hell! You broke my hand. What the fuck you bitch!"
I laughed at him. "How can a man like you yell like a little girl?"
"I'll kill you!" He yelled as his eyes darkened and threw a punch at me which i dodged. That only seemed to make him angrier.
I sighed. "Okay, you asked for it." punched him as he fell on the ground. Smirking at this bleeding nose, I kneeled infront of him . "—Now, that wasn't a way to treat a lady now, was it?"
Eyeing everyone in the room, i asked "Who's next?"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" A familiar deep voice boomed from upstairs.
I looked up at him and gave him a fake smile. "Well, Ace, you see—", i started, "Your little bitch here wanted to act like the little bitch that he is and he pissed me off while doing so." I shrugged and made my way to the couch.
"And as you can see—" I continued once i made myself comfortable on the couch. "Pissing me off has it's consequences." I ended eyeing the man whose nose i just broke.
"Alexia." No one has ever pronounced my name as perfectly as he just did.
Okay what is wrong with me?
He started walking towards me and soon, he was standing infront of me.
God took his time with him.
"Hmm?" I hummed as i let my eyes roam around his body. He has the most beautiful eyes i've ever seen before.
"Get up." He ordered as i snapped my gaze back on him.
"Excuse me?", I scoffed in annoyance.
"—Now why would i do that? No but have you ever sit on this thing? It's comfortable as fuck."
He groaned. "Everyone get your asses in the meeting room. Now." And as they were told, they all stood up and rushed to wherever the meeting room was.
I looked at him only to find him staring at me. I cleared my throat hoping to earn his attention which i succeeded. "You too." He said with an eye roll and headed towards the meeting room without waiting for a reply.
I'm working with not for him and I'll make sure he understand what the fuck that means cause he clearly is having a small misunderstanding.
My curiousity got the best of me and decided to go to that meeting. As soon as i entered the room, all eyes were on me.
"Do you guys want a picture?", I asked irritated by their stares and made my way to the chair next to Ace.
"This seat is for the underboss." A guy sitting infront of me said.
"And i should care, why?", I raised an eyebrow.
"He is sick. He won't be attending so, she can sit here." Ace said to everyone in the room.
"Why did you call for a meeting, don?" The guy whose nose I broke earlier asked. I could barely contain myself from smiling at my art.
"Are you questioning me?", Ace asked in a serious tone.
"N-no. I'm s-sorry." He stuttered making it hard for me not to laugh. I bit my cheek to contain the laughter but i couldn't help the smile making it's way on my face.
Ace looked at me raising an eyebrow. "What's funny, Amore?"
Amore, really?
Rolling my eyes at his nickname, i muttered a 'Nothing' as i smirked at the guy whose nose i broke.
As he realised i was making fun of him, he glared at me. "Bitch." He yelled.
"Really? Well, I wasn't the one crying on the floor a few minutes ago." I stated looking right back at him.
Before the guy could answer, Ace took out his gun and shot the guy in his head.
"Anyone else got something to say?" He asked earning complere silence."So, as I was saying—", he placed his gun on the table infront of him, "Meet Alexia Hale. Some might know her as the ghost. She'll be working with us for a while. Any questions?" He ended as he looked at me while everyone muttered a 'No boss.'
"You're all dismissed." He ordered and everyone was out of the room.
"So, I'll be staying here?", I asked.
"No. Sometimes, yes but most of the time, you'll be at my house." He replied.
"Okay." I sighed and left the room.
alexia's POVIt was finally the day.The day everything we had been planning—everything we had been hiding, training for, bleeding for—would be exposed to the world. The day two empires would collide and fuse into something far more dangerous than either of us alone.The day we announced the merger.The day we made more enemies than ever before.I stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The dress hugged me perfectly—dark, elegant, lethal. It wasn’t just fabric. It was armor. Every stitch felt like a declaration of war.A queen’s uniform.Ace stepped up behind me, his reflection appearing over my shoulder. His eyes dragged over me slowly, appreciation and pride unmistakable.“Ready?” he asked quietly.I met his gaze in the mirror. Calm. Steady. Ruthless.“Ready.”He smiled, that dangerous smile that always meant something big was about to happen.“Let’s go downstairs,” he said. “Everybody’s waiting. We’re heading to the main house together. Zayn s
Sleep didn’t come easily after that.Ace drifted off beside me, one arm heavy over my waist, his presence solid and unyielding even in rest. I lay awake, staring into the dark, my thoughts circling like vultures over the same truth.Tomorrow would be the point of no return.I had been raised on strategy and silence. On learning when to speak and, more importantly, when not to. My father taught me that power wasn’t loud—it was patient. It waited. It observed. And then it struck so cleanly that no one even saw the blade until they were already bleeding.Tomorrow, I would stop waiting.Ace shifted beside me, pulling me closer without waking. His grip tightened instinctively, possessive even in sleep, like some part of him sensed how far my thoughts had wandered into dangerous territory.I pressed my palm against his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart.He trusted me.That wasn’t something Ace gave lightly.People feared him. Respected him. Followed him. But trust? That was rare.
I don’t know how long I slept, only that I woke to the rhythmic rise and fall of Ace’s chest beneath my cheek. He slept like a man who trusted no one—shallow breaths, muscles still tense, one arm locked around my waist as if someone might try to take me from him even in his dreams.For a moment, I stayed still.Just listening to him breathe.Just feeling his warmth seeping into my bones.It was strangely peaceful—dangerously peaceful. The kind of moment I never allowed myself to want. Because wanting led to weakness, and weakness got people killed.But with him…I didn’t feel weak.I felt anchored.And maybe that frightened me more than anything else.Bang. Bang. Bang.A rapid knock shattered the silence.I groaned, burying my face deeper against Ace, hoping whoever it was would take the hint and go die somewhere quietly.“What is it?” I snapped, my voice muffled.“Dinner’s ready!” Arielle’s voice echoed through the door, loud enough to give me a headache.Ace shifted beside me with a
The night felt different.It wasn’t the kind of difference you could point at or label. It was something woven into the air, something thick, electric, humming against my skin like the world knew tomorrow would change everything. One hour had passed since the meeting—one hour since the men left with wide eyes and whispered theories and that strange mix of fear and anticipation that always followed whenever Ace made a decision involving me.I sat in the back of the car as Ace’s driver sped through the city. Streetlights streaked past like thin gold lines cutting through the dark, and the faint reflection on the window showed my own face looking back at me—composed, quiet, unreadable. The face my father trained me to wear. The face that hid everything soft under steel.My pulse, however, gave me away.Tomorrow.Everything I’d prepared for, everything my father never wanted for me but shaped me for anyway, would unfold in front of the entire syndicate. Tomorrow, I wouldn’t be the girl th
I stood in Ace’s bedroom, surrounded by the faint scent of his cologne that always lingered in the air—something dark, woodsy, masculine enough to make my thoughts drift places they shouldn't when I needed to stay focused. His room was so painfully him: minimalistic, neat, dangerous in a quiet, controlled way. There were weapons placed strategically around the room, not out in the open but positioned where someone like me—someone who grew up learning to identify hidden compartments and shadows that weren’t just shadows—would notice them. Guns tucked into drawers, a knife hidden under his nightstand, another beneath the bed frame. All perfectly reachable. All perfectly Ace.And there I stood in the middle of it, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror near his wardrobe.I was supposed to be getting ready to go to my main house—the house I grew up in, the center of the American mafia, the place that raised me, trained me, shaped me into what I was today. And yet, despite my y
My heartbeat stuttered, then slammed painfully against my ribs as the scene in front of me came into focus. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t. For a long, stretching second the world narrowed to one impossible, horrifying image:Daniella.My sister.With a gun pressed against my mother’s head.Our mother.The metallic click of the safety being turned off stabbed through my ears, sharp and final. My eyes widened, vision blurring with disbelief. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.“Daniella?” my mother whispered, her voice trembling with something deeper than fear. Something like heartbreak.My father snapped forward instantly, fury radiating off him like heat. “Daniella, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Let your mother go!”But Daniella didn’t even flinch. Her jaw was clenched tight, her eyes burning with a hatred I had never seen on her. She gestured sharply at us with the barrel of the gun.“Go stand with the others. Move before I shoot her.”The words were venom







