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Jack taunted. Ace didn't reply, he just looked at him without any kind of emotions on his face. " answer me, " Jack screamed again but it didn't shake Ace's calmness all, Getting hit is part of the job. He smiled and looked at the blood on his hands, his mouth is full of blood but he can't feel any kind of pain. He doesn't mind getting punched in the face. It kind of wakes him up and gets him to feel something, that punch didn't do anything.

He whispered to me and I smirked, “Go on, I want to see it with my own eyes.” He nodded, still in his rampage mode. He really was not showing any mercy as he went full blown attacking them, massacring them. When we reached the Fowler’s room, they fired some strange weapons at us but Ace was quick to crack our bones and kill them. Everyone was almost dead, except the old man, our leader. “You killed enough of my men, bastard!” He yelled in rage, pointing at us his machine gun, and continued firing. But Ace’s skin felt like his skin was made out of stone as it didn’t even have any effect on him. He blocked every bullet and instead, grabbed a metal to fire it back at him. The bullet pierced str

The rapid flow of blood gushing out of his stomach indicated only one thing. Ace hadn't wore bulletproof vest. ___________________________ Please don't mind the typical depiction of the fight, I am not good with action scenes. Next will be updated on Wednesday, keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

The MC had my back on this matter, and I appreciated it. I think it had something to do with all the small tiny x’s over the eyes of everyone who’s been eliminated. I know the rational side of my brain is screaming, ‘Run, girl, run,’ but my heart and illogical side of my brain believes it to be romantic. Suppose it was like a cat leaving dead things at your feet as a sign of affection? Murder seems to be Ace’s love language for me. Maybe after all this is over, I should seek a therapist. Ace and I both have some mental disorders. However, perhaps that is the reason we work. I felt selfish and terrible for involving children in this life, but I couldn’t find it in myself to regret it.

Why he'd done it and why he cared enough to do it and why he was helping me at all when I'd given him nothing but attitude and resistance. The door opened. Ace stood there in sweatpants and a t-shirt and his hair was damp like he'd just gotten out of the shower. His eyes widened slightly when he saw me and surprise flickered across his face before it settled into something more guarded. "Max? What are..." "Did you beat up Damon?" The question came out sharper than I intended and accusatory. Ace's expression didn't change but something shifted in his eyes. Acknowledgment maybe. Or resignation. "Max..."

“ It's not my fault they recognize quality when they see it. But you want to fight. Fine. I’ll even turn my back on you so you think you have a chance.” “ Ailee.” Ace says he doesn't like my idea. He has no idea what I can do so I understand his worry. “ Ace, you need to trust her, brother. She knows what she is doing. Just sit back and watch. This is going to be fun.” Lug said with a laugh. “ Fine.” Ace grumbles. I will have to hug him after these to ease him. I turn my back and focus on the task at hand. “ Whenever you think you have the guts,” I said not even bothering to turn around. I have to tell you this girl has no clue about stealth. I can hear her grunt and the slapping of her hee

Jake asked. The girl nodded in agreement. but got ashamed as what happened is too fast. The joy in Jake's feeling was his girl's nod. It means that they were already lovers. Jasmine answered late to, they were both just smiling at what happened. She pulled the soldier's right hand, it was already twilight. Pegasus had to be brought back to the stable. Jake, on the other hand, will replace the station at night. "I'll go with you returning back Pegasus to the stable."

me the same. It might be insecurity or something related but when you are an assistant to an unparalleled genius that can literally calculate everything with the littlest clue, you will know what I'm talking about. I always pride myself not only in my highly trained self or my smart ass or others, but also in my looks, I'm the type people call irresistibly handsome and there's no girl I can't get into my bed or I can't get to become addicted to me as long as I'm determined to, I'm not just a well trained but a highly trained assassin as well as an open fighter expert but my looks made some things easier whenever I'm on a mission, but the first time I saw Ace, I felt like everything I pride

Not a single one. "Cub?" Ace slotted himself between me and the woman beside me at the bar. I was begrudgingly forced to retreat from my blissful thoughts and focus on my surroundings. Sweeping my gaze down Ace's frame, I found him clad in a black t-shirt that hugged his body like a second skin, black jeans which were shredded at the knees, and combat boots. His hands were protected by leather gloves and his facial features were set grimly—as if he had a feeling someone would be dying tonight.

My husbands faced death at a young age and had to learn the ways of the world like I did alone. My boys where taught what love was from a young age, they were taught that we fight for family and what's right. My four boys are stronger then we could of asked for and as I stand here watching Ares cordnate the men and have them ready for his next command I know I was right for naming him after the god of war. Ace always has a trick up his sleeve, he's slick and cunning ready for anyone who's willing to play games and try their luck against his quick mind.