Nikolai's Pov The video of us killing Ace's parents had been playing on every news channel for three days. The underworld was in chaos, our enemies emboldened, our allies questioning us. But my only concern was Ace. He hadn't left the penthouse, barely ate, and when he did sleep, it was plagued with nightmares. I watched him pace the living room, his movements restless, his face a mask of pain and fear. I tightened security, doubling the guards, implementing new protocols. No one got in or out without my explicit approval. But it wasn't enough. The fear of losing him was eating me alive, making me more possessive, more controlling than ever. "Ace," I said, my voice breaking the silence. "We need to talk." He stopped pacing, turning to face me. "What's there to talk about? Everyone knows. Everyone has seen it."
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