All Chapters of The Preacher’s Daughter: Stolen By The Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

{Faith} I take a deep breath, trying to muster up the words I had recited in front of the mirror all day.“You will not stop me from going to school or speaking to my friends. I will finish my course and graduate like the rest of my peers.” Ace just stares at me. “You will not dictate what I wear or how I wear it! I will put my hair in a bun, leave it flowing, or even cut it short.” The corner of his left eye twitches for a second. I roll my eyes. What’s his obsession with my hair? I have the most beautiful blonde curls, but it’s definitely not something a man should be losing sleep over. Is this one of his many fetishes? “You done?” Ace finally breaks the silence. “That’s all…” I fold my arms. “for now.” He scoffs, sitting on the edge of the desk. “So tell me, is this all because I refused to fuck you?” “Absolutely not!” Ace smiles, and I can tell it’s because my voice doesn't sound convincing at all. “Don’t flatter yourself. What happened that day was just a mo

{Ace}The vodka burns through my throat. I fill up the glass again, my eyes on the stage. The crowd bursts into a cheer as Lara slides her ass against the pole.A bunch of dollar bills fly in her direction. She jiggles her ass to the music, earning yet another cheer. She spins and twirls around the pole, then lands confidently on her six-inch heels just as the music comes to a stop.“Give it up for Miss Sexy!” The MC appears on the stage.The crowd erupts with applause. Lara blows the men a kiss and then struts off the stage.“Heyyy…” She says, walking to my desk.I lean back as she sits on my lap. “Wonderful performance as always.”“Don’t even try to pretend. You didn’t see the whole show.”I shrug. She’s right. My mind is somewhere else.“So, tell me. Are you planning on using me tonight?”“What are you talking about?”She’s my best stripper in this club, but we have never gone past first base. I don’t fancy her that much, and she knows it. Our relationship is strictly business.“Do

{Faith}Hot steam follows me into the bedroom. I flip my damp hair out of my face. I should dry it. But I am already running out of time.“What the!” I jump, stopping in my tracks.Sitting next to my underwear and clothes on the bed is Ace. He raises his head. “Finally!”“What are you doing in here!” I clutch the towel around my bosom.He smirks. “If I see something I haven't seen before, I will throw a dollar at it, Princess.”My body instantly goes cold. I have been trying to avoid him for nearly a week now. I leave for school before the crack of dawn and only return at dusk.In the last three days, I haven't even heard his voice around the house, let alone seen him. Didn't he get the memo?“Come here.”I do not move an inch. “Why are you in my room?”“Do I need an excuse to come here? This is my house, remember?”“And I won't be here if you aren't making me stay here!”He looks at me as if I just said the Earth is flat. “I saved your ass, Faith!”I hesitate. He must be really piss

{Faith}“What happened?”The entire living room is a mess. Shards of glass lie in the spot where the center table usually is. Wilted flowers litter the whole place. And the porcelain vases Susan loves to clean every morning are all broken in half. Even the action figures that usually line the mantel of the fireplace are lying on the floor now.My shoulders tremble. I pick up the broken arrow lying on the rug. “We were under attack?”These things happen, right? I have secretly watched some action movies where bad guys clash and invade each other’s homes. Is that what happened here? Did I sleep through it all?“Leave this to us, Faith.” Jerry walks over, snapping on a pair of latex gloves.“What happened here?”“It’s nothing.”“Tell me!”He stops wiping the weird stain on the floor. “Ace had an accident.”“What!” For some reason, my heart skips. “What happened to him? Is he alright?”I look at the arrow in my hand. Did someone try to take him out with this?“He’s fine. Don't worry.”“Wh

{Faith}Allison’s gaze stretches all the way to the parking lot. Standing in the sun, Jerry’s lush beard glows like it has been dipped in red clay and glitter. His hair, which has grown longer since the first time I met him, cascades down his huge shoulders. Over his eyes are a pair of sunglasses. The fitted jeans and a blue striped T-shirt he's wearing fit him to the T.I’ll admit. Jerry is kinda good-looking. But isn't her reaction a little over the top?“He’s like a God! A ginger God!”“Oh, please! Now you are exaggerating.”“Girl! Are you blind!” She bites her nails. “Who is he? A freshman? Professor?”“That’s just one of Ace’s men, Jerry.”“Arrr!” She claws at him. “I want a bite!”“Sheesh! Don't you have a boyfriend at NYU?”“Don’t even talk about that scumbag. I am done with him.”I have heard that many times before. Allison has been with the same rich boy since 9th grade. Although he cheats on her all the time, she refuses to let him go. Charlie and I are already tired of advi