Falling For Ace

Twenty-seven

A C E

Entering my house, I walked right pass my parents who were waiting for me to get home.

Screw them.

"Ace!" Mom called out, "honey, stop it. Please, talk to us… stop ignoring us. You've been doing it all day!"

"I plan on doing it forever." My voice was cold, void of any emotions. I turned around and met with my mother's red and teary eyes, her cheeks stained with dry tears which made me almost forgive her. But it wasn't that easy.

They took a life decision for me. They didn't even bother to ask me what I want. No, they just…they just gave their fucking consent without bothering to ask for mine.

What kind of parents do that?

"Stop it, Ace. Don't you think you're doing a bit too much?" Dad asked, placing a hand around mom, "your birthday is in two days. You'll become the Italian Mafia leader and I cannot have my son to fuck around when he's a leader. Having a wife will keep you restrained. You will have limits. Besides, Jane is a good girl. I've checked her backgrounds and she'll make a great donna. You know,that girl has a crush on you for ages."

"I don't give a fuck about your fucking mafia or about whoever the hell that girl is." I clenched my jaw, "you two ruined my whole life and I hate you guys for it." I meant every word.

Without sparing them another glance, I stormed to my room, slamming the door to my room shut. I took off my clothes, needing a cold bath—not because I was turned on but because I was fucking furious. It was rare that I lose control of my anger. But My parents pushed my buttons.

They asked for this.

I stepped in the shower, allowing the cold water to hit my body as I faced the wall, placed my hands on the wall in front of me and lowered my head.

They were taking my freedom away. They signed a contract. They gave my life away and claimed they were doing it for my own good. I couldn't believe this.

Last night, at that dinner, my parents were speaking with my grandfather when he suddenly stood up, the chair on which he was sitting on, falling in the process. Everyone at the table were shocked,surprised and confused at what he did. He was angry at my parents. He then told me about what they did.

He told me how they signed a contract with Bob Smith and Rowena Smith. A contract which included my wedding with their daughter, Jane Smith, a woman I very much despise. Jane had a crush on me for longer than I can remember. She's always trying to get in my pants but I didn't. I'd always refuse to fuck her because she was way too clingy and I was afraid that she has STD.

There was no backing away from that contract. It was either I marry their daughter or Bob Smith's gonna own half of my dad's company.

When I asked him why he did it, he said and I quote, 'I did it for you, Son.'

The fuck he did it for me.

Vincenzo Romano was an asshole. And It was about time I realize it.

Let's not talk about my mom. She knew about it all this tine and didn't even bother to tell me about it. And now she was being heartbroken that I've been ignoring her. Please. She should've thought about all of this before giving my life away.

Without realizing it, my right fist made contact with the wall in front of me. A pain shot up in my hand but I couldn't care. I kept on hitting and hitting, my knuckles started bleeding yet I felt numb.

I hated my life so much at that moment. And I realized that you couldn't have it all. Fuck, I was too happy. I knew it was too good to last. Nothing ever does, anyway.