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If this was his way of mending it, I was not ready to bend. “Jace Hudson, Team leader for Megan Miller's security detail.” Mr. “Greek god” spoke up as if he couldn't sense the tense air. He sounded like he had rehearsed what he intended to say. “Chantelle”, I corrected. He gave me a questioning look.

A heavy, calloused fist collided with Calista’s frame, slamming her onto the wooden chair. A sharp groan escaped her lips as she collapsed forward. Standing above her, her father, Jake, watched with a twisted smirk as blood welled from her wounds. “I love hurting you, do you know that?” he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. “It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.”

Lucian’s POV The smell of fried eggs and fresh bread with a rich cup of tea drifted into my office before the door opened. I didn’t look up right away because of my attention to the reports in front of me. Then a plate slid onto my desk, and I caught movement in the corner of my eye. I glanced up, and froze. What new development is this? I leaned back in my chair as my eyes fell on Jace who was shirtless. His skin gleamed faintly from the heat of the kitchen, muscles were tight but lean, the faintest trace of flour dusted on his forearm like he’d rolled his sleeves up before realizing he wasn’t even wearing a god damn shirt.

Watching the city from so high up, and this time of night, I felt like Batman in Gotham. Jace sat bedside me as the other teammates brought out bottles of alcohol. Jace didn't drink. He was close enough our arms brushed, if I moved a little. "Are you scared?" he asked. "Of the drop or of you? Those need separate answers."I shot back, not looking at him. Noah was with the boys at the back, but I could feel him staring daggers at us. "Both are valid." Jace stole my phone straight out of my hoodie pocket and by the time I turned around he was three feet away holding it over his head like we were both twelve.

I blinked, trying to get my tequila-soaked eyes to focus. Standing there was a mountain of a man. Six-foot-four of intimidating muscle, wrapped in a dark jacket with broad shoulders, messy dark hair and piercing ice-blue eyes. A faint scar sliced through his left eyebrow, adding a dangerous edge to a face that frankly had no right being that handsome. Jace freaking Hamilton.. Captain of the Westbridge hockey team, future NHL draft pick and Tristan’s worst enemy on and off the ice.

Emerald’s face flashes in his mind whenever he starts to kiss any woman. It was over a week ago, and Jace went out of his hotel room to the pool area and ordered some drinks. Many women, as usual, were lurking around him, but he just ignored them. He was not in the mood to entertain anyone, especially women. He drank and drank until he was drunk before going back to his hotel room.

To her surprise, he looked more striking than Nicholas. The thought alone made her heart skip a beat as she stared at Jace. She had never seen anyone so captivating before. And despite her fear of Nicholas, her eyes remained drawn to Jace like a moth to a flame. He stood tall, his broad shoulders adorned with a fiery-maroon suit that hugged his muscular frame perfectly. His jet-black hair was styled impeccably, framing his chiselled jawline and prominent cheekbones. Amidst all of that, it was his mesmerizing blue eyes, shining with a mixture of intensity and warmth, that truly captivated those who dared to stare into them.

Runa asked excitedly as she felt him lick on her mark. “I always wanted a daughter named Nicole. It’s my grandmothers name.” Ace said with a smile as he noticed her shivers. “Nicole it is.” Ace carefully flipped her around, her belly on the soft covers. He touched her exposed back since he had already ripped off her shirt. “So sexy.” He mumbled as he took his jeans off. Runa glanced to him with a grin and she watched him take her shorts leaving her in her lacy underwear. “Lacy? My god woman.”

He said as Flynn held the clothes. "Wait, I don't understand. Why would I be targeted . And who wants me dead? I want myself dead and why are you two trying so god damn hard to save my life. I don't even know you two and yet you treat me like some prized possession. Also how do I know that you two are not just playing a prank on me and wants to kill me instead.” Flynn ran his out squinting at the both men. Funny he hasn’t know the man in front of him is Jace Norman. Though Flynn has never been the one into the world deeply, rather he loves getting involved in mission and cop-related thingies.

Mathéo says with a fake pout, maybe not so fake after all. "I haven't forgotten about you, I'm just worried about Mollis, almost everything is settled," Jace says going to lay on his crappy bed, the mattress was terrible, the night was cold without Mollis to cuddle close keeping him warm, he wants to get back to Theo's place, where he got two partners to cuddle him and keep him all kind of warm.