Novel & Cerita Marco X Ace

His voice broke on the last words, but Brittany’s eyes remained hollow, fixed on that damn wall like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “I know how much you want Ace dead,” Marco muttered, voice bitter with helplessness. “But you can’t do it alone. He’s… he’s not human, Britt. He’ll eat you alive.” But she didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t care. With a heavy sigh, Marco packed up the box and forced himself to stand, each step away from her like dragging chains on his ankles. At the door, Caspian was waiting, his face grim. “Still nothing?” Caspian asked.

"You can't beat us, so you better just give up! Surrender yourself so you could stay alive!" "No, Marcus. I will fight until my last breath!" Ace snorted and dashed towards us. Marcus bravely faced him, rushing to him instead of avoiding his attack. Then we met him halfway and crashed into each other. Ace was able to hit us, but it was nothing compared to the strike he received from us. He had the skills, but he couldn't match with the speed and power that Marcus put in his every attack. We rolled to the ground exchanging kicks and scratches, but no one wanted to give up.

Ace’s eyes narrowed, winter over a river. “Source?” “Cross doesn’t stamp their crates.” “Cross stamps everything,” Ace said softly. “Just not with ink.” He reached for a bolt cutter from a boy who tried not to show he was proud to be asked. Ace’s hands closed around metal; the cutter became a quiet promise. He snapped the lock and the crate’s ribs sighed. Masks. Saline. Disinfectant. Nothing that made a man forget his name. He dropped to a knee, tapped the false bottom with two knuckles, patient as a saint and twice as dangerous.

"You may be called 'The Devil Dog,' but I highly doubt you have it in you to-" "SIC!" I ordered Ace, who happily obliged by biting Xavier's shoulder. Xavier tried but failed to hold back a scream as Ace pressed his teeth deeper. "OKAY!" "Stand down." Ace let go of Xavier's shoulder and backed away. "I don't know where he went, but the plane I borrowed him has a tracker to ensure I get it back." "How do you track it?" "On my phone. There's a security app; it allows you to connect any compatible trackers. That plane is the only one."

“I think that it would suit him well. A strong name, and it would be one that carries his strength as a leader.” Marcel looked at me. “Leonardo,” he repeated. “Strong,” I whispered. “But thoughtful. A leader who listens before he commands.” Marcel’s jaw tightened slightly, but not in anger. In understanding. “Leonardo,” he agreed, his voice low. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to our son’s forehead. “Leonardo,” he repeated again, like sealing it. “Welcome to the world, little wolf.” Then Aria handed him the second bundle.

The music then changed to my processional one, and I could hear the rumbling of the people standing up. Then, I turned onto the wide, white carpet and I lifted my eyes to find Ace's. I was immediately met with them, and all the anxiousness I felt automatically left. We marched slowly down the path, my eyes never once leaving Ace's. He had a huge smile on his face, as he blinked a little faster than usual momentarily. He wore a white jacket tuxedo with black lapel, and a black dress pants and bow tie. His hair was styled neatly and his teeth shone brightly. He looked perfect.

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" You know what let's just start over. It's clear you have the upper hand here because I'm in your room and you're a big strong man." His eyebrows furrowed as I spoke. " I'm Sayd, Sayd Pierce," I said walking from the bed and stopping in front of him. "Kace," he said making eye contact with me for the first time. His eyes were the brightest brown, almost hazel. His bow-shaped curves into a smirk complimenting his perfectly curved face. It wasn't hard to point out how handsome he was, almost breathtaking "Nice to meet you, Kace," I said breaking off my stare and clearing my throat. " And thank you for not leaving me at the party. "

Ace declared. --To be continued…

I don't know if that dream will happen again, because maybe Marina believed my excuse, but I'm sure that guy wouldn't! She would die of shame if Ace heard her moaning his name in pleasure!