All Chapters of Over my dead body...or yours.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

For the past 5 weeks that he’s been absent from my life, I was starting to think something happened to him, but it was rather unlikely considering he’s one of the best assassins in the world. He was one hard fucker to kill, and if he was alive… that means he forgot about me… avoided me on purpose. At first, I was a complete and total mess, drinking every night until I couldn’t feel the pain in my chest anymore. But after 2 weeks, I broke beyond the point of no return. I was numb, comfortably numb, and I embraced the familiar feeling with open arms. It was all a lie, all of his words, the sweet nothings he’d whisper in my ear, the promises, everything was a fucking lie. If he meant what he said, he wouldn’t have given up so easily on us because there was just a few thousand miles between us. He just… gave up. I was sent on a recon mission, to strictly gather information and to not engage in any combat unless absolutely necessary. But since Ace vanished from my life, I went on a damn

I was petrified at the thought of losing her, of something happening to her. I packed my bags and tried to leave, tried to go to her, only to be physically held back by my brother. If she was alive, and I compromised her position, we could both get killed. I was desperate to know she was okay… that she was even alive. So I wrote to her. I wrote her letters every damn day until I received any kind of confirmation she was still breathing. When letters arrived from her, I never felt more relieved in my entire life. She addressed them to Alice so as to not draw any unnecessary attention, and Romano snuck them to me. I was elated whenever her letters would come in. She’d spray them with her perfume, making my senses come alive at the intoxicating scent of flowers and cinnamon. Most nights I’d fall asleep with one in my hand or on my bed, tricking my brain into thinking that she was right next to me. I kept them all, every single letter, and I reread them throughout the day whenever the o

“You have 30 seconds to put your dick back in your pants, brother!” I exclaimed as I knocked loudly on the door. I heard a string of curses, a glass shatter, and a loud thud. A few seconds later, Romano answered the door. His hair was disarrayed, his shirt was ripped, and it looks like he’s been burned in multiple places on his chest. I looked at his appearance and raised my eyebrow at him. “This is by far the worst cock blocking crime you have ever committed.” Romano said as he looked at me like I just shot his puppy. “I have a problem.” I simply stated as I walked into the pool house. “Yeah you have a fucking problem you deranged cock blocking motherfucker! You’re totally breaking bro code right now!” Romano exclaimed as he closed the door behind me. He paused for a moment and stared at me with his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m so disappointed in you… I just… I can’t even look at you right now.” He said dramatically as he threw his hands up. “Alice!” I yelled, ignoring my idiot youn

***ALLEGRA’S POV***Engaged? En-FUcking-gaged? Are you shitting me right now? What kind of sick fucking joke is this? I waited for Ashton Kutcher to come out and tell me I was being pranked, except I was quickly filled with despair at the realization that the show was cancelled 4 motherfucking years ago. I couldn’t get a grip on the emotions flowing through me. I was angry, hurt, disgusted, mortified, excited, horny, pissed off, and speechless. Leave it to Ace De Luca to make me feel all of that at once. While I was away for 5 fucking months, he was here fucking around with Victoria while I was half way across the world crying myself to sleep at night with my cat Beretta in my arms… the cat he fucking gave me. No wonder he didn’t write to me for five weeks. He was too preoccupied being balls deep in that cheap plastic bitch. After he fucking promised? Fuck him, I don’t fucking need him. This is just the confirmation I needed to realize that we’re over, that I have to get over him,

“ALRIGHT! FIGHTERS, TO THE CENTER.” The commentator boomed from the microphone. This is amazing, superb, a cosmic collision of excellence. This entire time I’ve been taking out my anger on other people, and now, I can finally take it out on the man who caused all of it. The only thing that could have been better is if Victoria’s bitchy ass stepped into the ring. Ace and I walked from our corners to the center, the crowd watching our every move with anticipation. He removed his shirt without breaking eye contact, and tossed it to the side. I did the same, as I removed my hoodie, leaving me in only a sports bra. I still wore the necklace around my neck, and I tucked it into my bra to prevent it from breaking or being seen. No matter how much I hate the fucker, I can’t find it in me to take it off. My eyes unintentionally scanned over his bare body. His muscles were larger than ever before, and I could tell that he got a few more tattoos. The barren spot that used to be on his left ch