Novel & Cerita The Trap Of Ace Book

I asked before trailing off. “This one. I think it really helps with structuring your thought process and channeling it into the right output. You know, when you’re young and full of ideas it might be a little hard to choose which ones to focus on and how to piece it all together. This one is perfect for teaching you how to do that,” Ace said as his hands reached for a decently thick book and pulled it off the shelf. He turned to me and offered me the book with a warm smile. I looked up into his eyes and I was immediately touched by his kindness.

EPILOGUE THREE ACE’S POINT OF VIEW If you had told me back in our Westridge days, when I was the guy who carried the evidence of my trauma like a shield; the guy who only lived off chaos, and the havoc he wreaked, the guy who’d sworn off love, and any form of emotional connections, that I would one day trade my craziness for a spitfire of a woman, and a pair of toddlers who treat me like a human jungle gym, I would have bet my entire inheritance against you. But I’m a gambler…….And it turns out, for the first time in my life, I finally hit the jackpot. "Ace! If you don't catch your son before he tackles the Christmas tree, I am taking your limited edition card sets and throwing them in the l

And we sure as hell don't forgive. We get even. And we make traitors pay a price they can't afford. At dawn, I walked into the study and opened the safe only I knew the code to. Inside were all the confidential files on Vincent's business dealings—as his wife, I had access to everything. I took a photo of every single document. Game on.

I V Y I don't know for how many hours I've been lying down on my bed and staring at the ceiling. The only thing I could think of was the mafia. Ace was part of the Italian mafia. Did Mason know? Was he part of it too? I had so many questions yet answers to none. I couldn't just go and ask them, 'hey guys, are y'all part of the Italian mafia?' I was not dumb. They would ask me questions, like, how do I know of the tattoo? Where did I see it? And I wasn't ready to let anyone know that part of my life yet.

I knew I shouldn't think about it, but odd details kept resurfacing in my mind. On the other hand, Howard and Hector behaved normally. They enjoyed the countdown event like the other patrons, so much so that they almost neglected me. Finally, it was midnight, and the countdown had ended. We took a taxi back to the hotel. When we arrived, I suddenly remembered that Howard had only booked one room. At that thought, I asked him about it. He nodded and looked at me apologetically. "I didn't know the rooms would run out so fast, babe. When I booked the room, only one suite was left. But it's fine. The suite has two bedrooms. I'll share one with Hector, and you take the other."

Settling on the couch in front of the screen, I opened my soda and waited while Mason chose a game for us. ** I V Y I don't know for how many hours I've been lying down on my bed and staring at the ceiling. The only thing I could think of was the mafia. Ace was part of the Italian mafia. Did Mason know? Was he part of it too? I had so many questions yet answers to none. I couldn't just go and ask them, 'hey guys, are y'all part of the Italian mafia?' I was not dumb. They would ask me questions, like, how do I know of the tattoo? Where did I see it? And I wasn't ready to let anyone know that part of my life yet.

Ace has developed into something of a loose cannon since that day with Trent; where he took me in front of his army of goons. I believe he is even more unpredictable now after Trent coerced him into shooting me after I was forced to shoot the Irish leader's son, and I do not doubt that he will shoot the nice doctor if he believes that his opinion has been undermined. Ace makes a snickering sound. "Are you listening, doc? She is against my baby's termination." He proudly puffs up his chest. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have some wonderful news to share with our families back home." His words were stained with glee.

Having him near me is already exhausting enough! The other freshmen look like they’re nervous around the upperclassmen, well I’m the same. It’s just, Ezra is so clingy towards me that I couldn’t absorb everything that’s happening. “Hey, I’m in the same group,” Dwight said while he flashes an awkward smile. I already know him because he's called the second ace, and he has this two-block with bangs hairstyle that really catches one's eyes. I just bowed my head to show him respect, since I’m also socially awkward and I don't even have anything to say.

He held Edwin’s hand, saying “Edwin, you don’t have to worry about me. I swear I won’t tell this to anyone. You can trust me on this.” His eyes held sincerity which got noticed by Edwin. Though he didn’t want to trust him, his blue eyes kept convincing to believe him. Edwin asked “You always looked for the opportunities to torture me, how can I really believe you won’t use this?” “Edwin...” Ace looked sharply into his eyes. “It was past. I don’t want to do that to you anymore. If you ever feel that I revealed the truth about you to anyone... just announce that... Ace is also a gay.”

"Ace, 23 years old, son of the secretary of the treasury. Without the knowledge of his parents, he was involved in working with some gangsters, trading in drugs and girls including minors. Also involved in gang rape with his best friend, Jake." Nate finished the basic biodata of all the culprits. Daniel looked at Ace who was looking at him in apprehension. The look of his Dove was still fresh in his mind when she fearfully looked at this bastard.