Gol D Ace Novels & Stories

“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.”

Gadriel informed, walking up to his favorite couch when like an impulse, he felt the need to look through the window to see if mommy was coming. His little eyes opened widely. “Daddy! Daddy! I think mommy is here!” “What?” “Come here!” Ace ran to the window. “Look! There’s a black car over there.” The gesture on Ace’s face changed. He recognized the car. There was no other like that. There was just person in that country that couldn’t let go his car no matter how old it was. Diego Ferrer loved that car brand, and especially that car. Without explanations, Ace got out of the house being followed by his son.

Gunnar mumbled, rolling his eyes while pouring a measure of whiskey for himself. Ace situated himself behind me, cupping my chin and forcing me to tip my head back to meet his gaze as he stared down at me, "Fix?" He mused, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of his bottom lip and I felt goosebumps litter my flesh, "you're right, I can't fix shit," Ace agreed, making certain his hazel eyes bored into my blue ones, "but I can break things. I break beds, backs, and even sweet pus—" "You have three seconds to let me go before I elbow you in the nutsack," I interjected with a scowl.

My eyes scanned the exotic cars, searching for my La Ferrari amongst the sea of cars. “Mine has 10 handguns, 4 assault rifles, 8 knives and 3 shotguns.” Ace said as he smirked victoriously. “So we’re taking mine amore.” Not in the mood to argue, I rolled my eyes and followed him. We arrived at a gorgeous bright red Porsche 918. Ace reached in the truck and pulled out a duffle bag filled with weapons and ammo. I touched the outside of the car to feel that it was reinforced with metal, making the exterior hard and impenetrable. The wheels had small spikes, which would easily take out any vehicle that tried to ram into us. It was like a fucking Italian Bat Mobile. Romano and Alice got into his

Emma asked, looking around and tilting her head from one side to another. A few moments later, the door of the gym flew open, and all eyes were drawn to the person who just entered the venue. And there was Maria Mendoza, in all her glory, stepping inside the gym with full glam makeup. She was wearing a gold, tulle dress, with the bust area low enough to make her cleavage pop out. The dress she was wearing had loose mesh sleeves, embellished with gold-colored flowers. Her voluminous dark hair was curled as it cascaded to her waistline and when she began to approach the stage, with everyone seemingly dumbfounded by her, a butterfly landed on her shoulder like she was some sort of goddess who a

Black Ace " Hello. Who's on the line? Diamond " Ace! Where have you been? I've been calling you for some minutes now. What going on? Black Ace " Relax jor..... 🎶 I'm feeling vibes on vibes..... You no fit kill my vibe 🎶 (relax pls am getting some vibes and you can't kill it for me) Diamond " (shocked) Are you singing? Black Ace " Wèrè! I'm just listening to music. Diamond" You demented b--tch! Have you forgotten about your mission!? The target is on the move.

“If I swung that way then I would definitely ask you out for a drink or two.” “Just because I don’t go out doesn’t mean I don’t know how to dress,” I replied flatly, “and even if you tried, you couldn’t score a drink with me anyone.” Keith placed a hand on his chest and gasped , ”am I not the guy of your dreams Miller? Your words wound me.” I flipped him off and began heading for the door and grabbed my jacket from the coat hanger, “let’s go before I change my mind.” ****** By the time we were pulling up in front of Mark’s house, it was past 7 o'clock and the street was filled with all types of cars.

“ Oh. Did you see that Ace? Giovanni is being possessive of her. I told you. Coming here is more amazing than going to the club.” “ Tss.” Ace dropped himself on the sofa. I just realized what shit they look like when I saw him close his eyes and snore. “ It’s afternoon. Why the hell are you busting your liver and drinking again morons?” Alana chuckled. “Bitter are we, love?” “Don’t get me started Alana.” Ace faintly chuckled. I saw him prompt himself on the sofa and just lay his head on his palm and massage it. “Damn. I think my head will crack open at this point.”

Ace asks like a dumb fuck with eyes the size of saucers. "Take it!" Trent demands as he thrusts the gun towards Ace. Ace snatches it away from him, his gaze probing the weapon as if it were attempting to communicate with him. "Sparale" (Shoot her,) Trent says with excitement, looking back at his army of goons. Ace's head snaps up, a whimper escapes my lips, my prayers have finally been heard and I use the wall to assist myself in rising to my feet. "D.. Do you want me to sparale?" (shoot her?) He gulps.

, Giovanni looked at me apologetically, "Im sorry." "Who told you that I have a secret weapon?" Ace asked, clenching his jaw, "She is not a secret fucking weapon. She's my allie." "I'm sorry, Ace. It's just that words get around." Giovanni gave Ace a tight smile as he looked at him confusingly, "Words? What words?" "They said Ace has a secret weapon. One which is deadly, fearless. Some people even thought of Li fantasma, the ghost is in your possession while others believed that you have a deadly gun." Giovanni explained while i had to stifle a laugh at the 'Deadly gun'