As Black As The Ace Of Spades นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He seemed to be the one she saw earlier upstairs. "The other one is Jack, and that's Queen." (Their code names... they're named after cards.) After Ace individually introduced his teammates and pointed them out, he held her hand again, diverting her attention from the men in front of her. "We're done here. Go back to your positions now," ordered Ace to them. "It's our break time, boss! And why can't we shake hands? Our hands are clean!" Spade protested, but when Ace glanced at him, he pressed his lips tightly and nodded.

I wasn't in the favour of inviting them means Sebestian invited them behind my back. Mr. and Mrs. Black stood in a corner. I met my eyes with haughty Seth Blackwood and smirked triumphantly. He underestimated my strength and will power. He looked deadly whereas Mrs. Blackwood had a faint smile on her face, I'm not sure if it was genuine or for the sake of appearance. Ace wore an identical suit as his father, they looked alike. We stopped as we reached at the alter. Jonathan placed my hand on Sebestian’s palm. Both men glared at each other.

He wanted him broken and dying, a living ghost forced to witness exactly who had destroyed him. Ace stepped into the Intensive Care Unit, one hand gripping a single black rose— beautiful, yet eerily sinister. He moved slowly, sinking into the chair beside the bed. Reaching out, he laid the dark bloom atop the dying body of Lance before him. “How are you feeling? You must be in pain by now, don’t you?” His voice was a low murmur, laced with a depth that felt both intense and dangerous. His fingers toyed with the black petals resting on Lance’s chest. “Even if you’re unconscious, I hope you can still hear me. Open your eyes, Lance,” he added, his gaze shifting from a facade of sorrow to a pier

Just as dark as the outside the interior design was just as black. Geez is this man a CEO or part of the mafia? Seeing her panicked look Alec again could not help but smirk in amusement. Clearing his throat he tried to reassure her that she was in no danger. "Mr Acres has a liking towards dark colours. He finds them soothing and much easier to work with. Not to mention they go well with his style." Yes, maybe black, purple and red were his aesthetic or just the common style for mafia groups but ey, what do I know?

He says eyeing me up and down in approval. "You clean up well too, Nate." I said making him blush and look away while grinning. Then I leaned in and whispered to him. "Get me out of here." "No." He whispered back. Finally, ladies and gentlemen, my escort of the night: PRINCE Ace, the lord of darkness, king of bookworms, god of bad attitude, and son of demons. He was the only one glaring at me like I was a pest of some sort that needed to be killed. His coat was black design with white lines that followed his body. It made him look muscular and strong. His hair was combed back to showcase his frowning eyes. Yes, I know. Not a great look for somehow who frowns a lot.

“Don’t ever let him drive you.” Emma’s lips curved in a half smile. “You’re jealous again,” she teased. “I’m not jealous,” Rafael shot back. “I just don’t like or trust him.” “Why not? He’s harmless,” Emma said. “Harmless?” Rafael’s voice hardened. “He’s Ace Blacke. Everyone knows what that means.” “It means his family is rich. So what?” she asked. “It means he gets what he wants,” Rafael said, his jaw tight. “And I see the way he looks at you.”

Camera flashes began to click, one by one finally catching the elusive Ace Vance, the oldest Blackwood son who’d always existed as little more than a whisper. But tonight, he wasn’t just a rumor. He was the spotlight. Ace barely reacted. His shoulders stayed firm, his jaw was set, and his smile flickered for maybe half a second, just enough to make people wonder if it was a smile or a warning. Gia reached us fast. Her dress was pretty, but still practical enough for someone always five seconds away from running a crisis. “Mr. Ace needs to join the others,” she said straight to the point. I looked up at him. “You ready?”

I closed my I*******m and glanced at my wristwatch one last time and sighed. Why wasn't he here yet? Not even twenty minutes later Ace came to my house looking as hot as ever. His jet black hair was styled back and he was wearing black jeans trousers with a white shirt and a black leather jacket over it. He looked like a bad boy which he was. Black was his color. Everything black-suited him so perfectly. He bend over and kissed my lips, his hand angles my head so that he could kiss me better. After a while, he broke the kiss and smiled "missing me, my sexy Butterfly?" He questioned and I nodded my head.

“Sure you are. Because people who are fine always sit like they’re ready to run.” Ace’s eyes dropped to her lap, then back to her face. He had a way of looking at people that felt too sharp, like he could see straight through them. Not just what they showed, but what they tried to hide. It made Ashley’s throat tighten. She didn’t know how much he already guessed—or how much he was pretending not to. Cole glared at him. “Cut it out, Ace. She just…” “What?” Ace interrupted, his grin widening. “She just saw a severed hand in a box? She just had a cartel kingpin deliver a bedtime story to the doorstep? Welcome to Tuesday night, brother.”

As Zach's eyes landed on the figure approaching, dressed in black, his heart dropped. Ace!