All Chapters of Over my dead body...or yours.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“I thought you weren’t going to come back.” He pouted as his hand cupped my cheek softly. “I’ll always find a way back to you, Ace. No matter what.” I said as I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand, savoring his touch. “Come closer my love.” He said as he tapped the bed. He didn’t need to tell me twice as I scooted right next to him. The bed was much smaller. I lifted my leg and draped it across his stomach. My other leg tangled with his as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. “Mine.” He said in an almost childlike way as he nuzzled his head into my hair. “All yours.” I said as I kissed his cheek. “So tell me darling, what was going through that head of yours when you decided to take your doctor as a hostage?” I laughed. “You. You’re always going through my mind.” He said as he held onto me tighter. “I wanted to see you, and I knew if I did something crazy enough, you’d come.” He slurred. “You are crazy.” I said turning to face him. He pulled away from my hair and kissed

“Marciano, we agreed to split Moskov’s shipments 50/50, and now an entire fucking shipment is gone.” My father spoke. “What are you insinuating, that I took them?” Marciano growled as his body tensed. “Who else could have? You’re the only person besides myself that knew where the shipments were being held.” My father snapped back as he stood up. I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I looked behind me to see Ace, Alice, and Romano standing in the hallway. Ace gave me a smile before, he dropped his hand and we all proceeded to walk into the room. “We aren’t the only ones who knew where they were being held.” Marciano said as he slowly turned to look at Alice, then me with a deadly glare. “Indeed.” My father said as he placed his hands behind his back and glared at Romano, then Ace. It was true, everyone in this room knew the location of where we stored Moskov’s stolen shipments. The tension was thick as the two Dons stared at us. None of us moved as we waited for a brave soul to bre

Even though I tried to focus on preparing for my mission, my mind kept wandering to Ace. I was leaving the country indefinitely, leaving my Ace and instead of spending as much time with him as I can before my departure, I’m stuck here staring at fucking documents, praying that at any second, my father will dismiss me and I can run into my loves arms. I quickly skimmed the last paper in front of me, anxious to finally get this over with. The room was silent except for my feet continuously tapping on the floor as I fidgeted. “Done.” I said as I placed the file back onto the table and leaned back in my seat. My father looked up from the file he had and nodded before he grabbed a huge file beside him. He tossed it towards me, and it fell in front of me with a loud thud. I ran my hand through my hair and picked up the first file, tapping my nails on the desk as I read. “You seem anxious. What’s wrong princess?” He said as he put his file down and laid it on his desk. “Just excited for

I tossed him a black bandana, and we covered our faces with the cloth, making only our eyes visible just in case we are seen. Ace held his hand out to me as he started to climb out of the window. I smiled and gripped his hand tightly as he helped me climb up onto the ledge. We scaled the building, jumping from ledge to ledge underneath the glow of the moonlight. With every jump we took, Ace made sure he went first then turned around to face me, making sure I’d make the leap safely. We were almost at the side of the house when Ace held his hand up, signaling for me to stop. He looked below us at three armed guards patrolling the parameter, my father’s guards. We quickly scaled across a ledge, only a few more feet before we turned a wall, and would be hidden behind it. We moved quickly, too quickly. My foot slipped and I lost my footing on the narrow ledge, causing a shuffling noise to break the silence. I struggled to regain my grip on the wall, my foot dangling three stories above

It’s been 155 days since I’ve arrived in this frozen shithole. I’m not sure whether it’s the constant snowfall, or my aching heart, but time seems to move unbearably slow here. When I first arrived here, things weren’t as bad as I thought it would be. Ace blew up my phone 24/7, our conversations usually consisted of him telling me how much he loved me following a heated discussion consisting of me convincing him to not take the first flight down to Samara and bring me back home. Some nights were impeccable. We talked for hours at a time as the sun rose in Russia, and the moon lit up the sky in New York. No matter how uneventful or dull my day was, I was always excited to go back to my hotel room because I knew Ace would be calling. But as Issac Newton so eloquently described, with every action, there is equal or opposite reaction, some days were less desirable than others. The belligerent calls were an obvious indication that the distance was driving a wedge between us. Russia was