We finally arrived at Aces mansion.
"Is your momand dad home ?" I questioned worriedly, as blood dripped frommy mouth. "No.....thankfully"
Ace muttered the last part under his breath but I heard it aswell as the relief in his voice. I wonder why he
hates his parents so much. His momseems very caring, and yeah, his father threatened me but that doesn't
mean he's hurt Ace.
"Sit here" He pointed to the counter and I hopped up. Ace came back 5 minutes later with a cloth, antiseptic
liquid and a first aid kit.
"Can you stitch" I asked in pain. "Yeah, I learned when I was 10. My momthought I might need it when I'm
older" Ace frowned his eyebrows stressfully as he threaded the needle. "Is there no numbing stuff?!" I
squeaked worriedly. I saw the slightest smile appear on his face but was quickly faded. "No, you'll probably
pass out" he joked with a serious face. "That's not funny" I scowled at himto see his usual frown was softer
than normal.
"Ok" he sighed holding up the needle and drenching it in the liquid. "I'mgoing to die a virgin" I squealed
fearfully before quickly regretting what I had just said . "I mean- I say it a lot as a joke when I'mwith Olivia,
I-" I laughed awkwardly as Ace blinked at me a few times.
"You won't die" he uttered breaking the awkward silence. I could my cheeks heating up fromembarrassment;
I'mso stupid.
"Here, grab my shoulder if you need something to hold onto" Ace offered as he checked the gash in my
mouth. I placed my hand on his shoulder and braced myself for the pain. I clenched my eyes shut. "Don't bite
my fingers off , or else I won't help you" Ace sighed warningly . I nodded . "Ok, I'mgoing to start".
I winced in pain as I gripped onto his shoulder. Ace very hesitantly continued. He finally finished stitching
my cheek up. A tear ran down my cheek. He was staring at my hand that was still clenched onto his shoulder.
He took the cloth and dabbed my tear away as he stared into my eyes. His big blue eyes were filled with
curiosity.
"Why were you at the school?" I spoke softly as my glanced went back to the floor. "I changed my mind about
you going to school today, I didn't think it was the safest so I would've suggested you take a few days off but
as I finished signing you out, I went to check out what the commotion was and then I saw you" he explained
with a bland tone as if he had completely calmed down. "Oh okay" I nodded.
I slowly leaned into him, exhausted fromthe pain as I rested my head against his shoulder. Ace didn't hold
me but he didn't push my head off. Instead he slowly raised his armto my back. I slowly lifted my head back
up before I frowned my eyebrows curiously. "Have you ever been hugged before?" I widened my eyes at him
jokingly. "No" he quickly responded, with a certain vulnerability in his voice. "Are you being serious" I
gasped in complete shock.
"I'malways serious" he responded. Well that's not a lie. "Oh my god" I muttered sadly as I held my hand over
my mouth for a dramatic effect since I couldn't really open it. "Why haven't you ever been hugged?" I
wondered as I stared at his shirt he had put on, moments ago.
"My family isn't the most affectionate" he explained as if it was obvious and to be fair, it was. He threw the t shirt that was soaked in blood, into the washing machine. "Well you're getting your first hug today wether you
like or not" I mumbled , smiling softly, trying not to open my mouth too wide.
"No" he backed away. "Ace, stop being a scaredy cat" I glared teasingly at him, realizing the pain in my
mouth was slowly getting worse. "No" he demanded almost fearfully. I rolled my eyes at him, trying not to
speak.
He shot me an angry look. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" He glared, annoyed. "Noooooo" I mumbled
sarcastically, staring at my hands as I played with themnervously. "Stop playing with your hands, it's
annoying" he growled frustratedly, grabbing my hands with his.
I felt a shiver up my spine as his hands grabbed mine. I know he felt it too. I took my eyes frommy hands and
stared up at him. His face relaxed at warmth of my touch; His hands were freezing.
"You're so cold...." I practically whispered.
The doorbell rang repeatedly.
"I'mthe devil, I'mnever cold" he winked as he raised his eyebrows teasingly, pulling away frommy touch. When his hands left mine, I felt..... empty almost. Nothing gave me the same rush as his fingers against my
skin.
I realized my view of himis slowly changing as I live here. He's not emotional, he rarely shows any emotion
except anger but I can tell he wants to. He wants to smile and laugh, he wants to be happy but when you're in
the mafia that can be stripped away quite fast; Fromyour friends to your family, anyone can die.
I don't believe he's the devil, not yet. He shows no emotion but that doesn't make himthe devil.
I could hear muffled voices in the hallway.
"No, don't!" I heard Ace's voice demand.
I saw a head peak in at me fromaround the corner. I was wearing an oversized hoodie, shorts and my hair
was in a messy bun.
"Bro, she's hot as fuck" i heard the person say. "Get out" Ace snarled viscously. "That's no way to talk to
your best friend" I heard the guy laugh. "Fuck off" he growled.
A very handsome, tall, dark haired boy with brown eyes and a good jawline walked in. His skin was quite
pale though. "Who are you?" The guy asked curiously. "Who are you?" I questioned himback curiously. "I'm
Kaylo" he smirked as he reached his hand out to shake mine. "I'mSof-" I was interrupted by Ace grabbing
and throwing his friend into the roomnext to us. Ace slammed the doors immediately.
"Go up to your room" Ace snapped at me and I nodded obediently, not daring to ask any questions. "Don't
come back down, I'll take you to your brothers in awhile, I'll come get you" Ace warned me. He really didn't
want me to come down.
"Okay" I nodded as I quickly jogged upstairs.