Ace
I had to bite down onto my lower lip to prevent myself from letting out a squeak of surprise, trying my best to play it cool, "You know, there are better ways to solve your problems. You don't always have to kill people."
Ace released one of my thighs and brought his hand above the table to grab a sugar sachet. He then brought the small packet to his mouth, squeezing my thigh a little harder while he used his teeth to tear the top open. The entire time he held me captive with his intense, heated glare.
"I'm sorry," he finally said, dropping the sugar into the coffee cup and stirring, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know exactly what—"
"No, I don't," he snapped, effectively put