All Chapters of Tempted by Sin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ace’s POV*1 month later* I can’t fucking find her.And it’s driving me to the point of near insanity.The moment Paetyn walked through the front door four weeks ago, it was as if she disappeared into thin air. I don’t know who called her that night, but I do know she left because she wanted to protect me. It’s the only explanation I can think of. She wanted to keep me from choosing her, preventing me from having to face Enzo’s wrath, which could see me in a body bag.Because of the injuries I sustained in the beating from Amos, I didn’t have the strength to jump in my car and chase after her. All I could do was call her like a pathetic idiot, hoping she would pick up the phone and come back to me. I wanted to talk about this with her and discuss our options, but she chose for me. For us.It took her less than two hours to switch off her phone, sending my calls to voicemail. I remember seeing red and punching a hole through the wall in my bedroom. The pain in my knuckles went away qu

Ace’s POVThe dim lighting in the strip club makes it hard to see the faces of the men moving around me. But I don’t miss the way their oogling eyes linger on the half-naked women flashing million-dollar smiles and swaying their hips to the beat of the music, hoping to snatch some green bills that’ll hopefully pay their rent. Strobe lights flash above several platforms with poles attached to them in the center of the room, blinding me, distracting my attention span. I fucking despise coming to strip clubs only because it’s not my scene. I’m not into objectifying women or throwing cash at them so I can get a hard-on. The only reason I’m here is because of Enzo and the mission he gave me an hour ago. If he hadn’t stopped me before I left the house and asked me to do this, I would be at home in my office trying to track down Paetyn, like I have been for the past five weeks. Bringing the lit cigarette to my lips, I take a drag, relishing the hit of nicotine that seeps into my throat. Sm

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 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

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