روايات وقصص ضمن La Trampa De Ace

Ace asked seriously to Gustavo. "Chameleon?" The now Gustavo furrowed his brows in incomprehension. "Did Jazlyn say lord is like a Chameleon?" asked Gustavo back. Ace was sighing heavily now. "I'll ask you one more time. Do I look like a chameleon today?" Ace asked again seriously. "don't understand, sir," said Gustavo suddenly. "Never mind forget it!" After saying the sentence, Ace has now stepped into his room with very stomping steps. The man had just slammed the door when he entered it.

Dante gave me another one of those million-dollar smiles that should’ve been illegal and sauntered off toward his car. I was still frozen in place when Ace leaned in. “Smooth, Professor. Real smooth. You almost said your own name without choking.” My face went up in flames. “Shut up.” “Who knew he was going to invite you personally.” “He invited you,” I muttered. “And you,” he shot back. “Which means I’m your plus-one.” “Over my dead body.” We reached his car, a black Mustang that screamed playboy. Ace dangled his keys. “Need a ride?”

Having a short time with Blaze earlier in the tent was just a temporary relief for Ace's anger and his friends knew that something very hot was boiling inside of their head hazer that they were all afraid to explode. Ace chugged his first bottle of beer in one go and slammed the bottle on the table that made a loud thud. Everyone in the bar becomes quiet and cautious because of the gang leader's foul mood. Even Ace's friends remained quiet while he took another bottle of beer and chugged halfway through the bottle. Max, Turner, and Parker are glaring at Lam while they gestured to do something with Ace, just in time for the arrival of the food they have ordered for dinner. "Ace, have somethin

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

"Still hiding behind your coward mask?" "Don’t you miss me, San? I missed you," Ace replied, exhaling smoke. "Fire, Scylla—get the goods out. We’ll hold them," Sandro ordered. They nodded and took off. Ace watched the truck pass, smirking. He jumped out of the way as it crashed through his car, wrecking it. Gunfire erupted. Gangs collided in chaos. "Ace!!" Sandro shouted, bullets flying. "You’re still the same dumb fuck!" Ace laughed, bloody but unfazed. "Missed you too!"

Looking him straight in the eyes I dip my fingers between my legs as I arched my back, the headache I felt was gone after taking the medicine, the only thing inside me was a mission to accomplish, he thought he could just play me. He was looking at me with fire in his eyes, dipping my fingers further inside my sweet spot, with my eyes still on him, I took my fingers out and put it inside my mouth, moaning at the taste. He still didn't move, he stood like he was caught in a trance, I looked down to his member and I could see it jerk, wanting to come closer to me, but that moron was just standing there.

And he just wanted him all the more when he saw what was on Liam's chest. "Me," Ace said hoarsely, pointing at the tattoo of the ace of spades card. "That's me." "Yes." "So." Ace closed the distance between them again. "It seems that I wasn't the only one holding on to the past. Holding on to memories." "You weren't." "You still mad at me? You still hate me?" Ace lifted his hand to roughly grasp Liam's hair on the back of his head, and tug him closer. Liam didn't even resist: he let himself get pulled up against Ace's larger body. "Tell me, baby."

I didn’t know how long I’d stood in the same spot staring at him like a dummy while watching him as he smokes his cigarettes, but same way I was sure he had taken in all of my features to his satisfaction, I had also done same until I’d shamelessly ran my eyes all over his body: His blue eyes could get you lost in it—his great physique and broad tattooed chest exposed under the three unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, and then, the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbow bringing to sight the tattoos from his elbow down to his wrist had done nothing but to add to his undeniable beauty. He looked too good to bear the name, ‘Vincenzo Ace.’ His expression was blank and the onl

“You are the Lord’s greatest blessing to me. I promise to be a good wife to you, an excellent mother to our kids, and your forever companion. I love you, Matthew Montgomery.” “Now, is there anyone who objects to this union. Speak now or forever hold your peace!” the officiating minister says. I hold my breath, saying a silent prayer. The chapel goes so quiet you can hear a pin drop. “I object!” My head snaps towards the door. A bunch of men in black match in on two separate lines. And then I see him. Ace. He takes long strides into the chapel, wearing black pants and a black shirt. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone and his sleeves rolled up, revealing the dark tattoo on his left

“I’m done playing your games, and I can’t wait to see you get all the bad karma you deserve.” If it were possible for steam to come out of his ears, the car would be overflowing with it. Liam makes a move to open the door, but a presence beside me stops him in his tracks. My heart stills in my chest when I see Ace approaching with a thunderous look on his features. He’s dressed in black jeans and a black sweatshirt, and each menacing step he takes, he cracks his knuckles as if ready for a fight. “You better get the fuck out of here before I put my fist through your face.”