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Falling.

Ace's POV

"Son you have to tell her at some point" My dad spoke.

"No. She just started eating and she just basically got her shit back together I will not tell her there is a high chance her father is going to kill her tomorrow night. Davina will be with me all night and I will take a bullet for her if I fucking have to!" I shouted. Did I just tell my father I would take a bullet for her? 

"So you are serious with her." My dad was a bit shocked. Did I actually just tell him I liked her? How could I like someone? How can I tell Davina about her dad? Why do I suddenly feel this thing in my fucking heart? Everything overwhelmed me so I took the bottle of whiskey on the kitchen table and threw it onto the floor. Glass shattered everywhere as I placed my hands onto my forehead. I could hear faint footsteps coming down the stairs. Davina.

Davina's POV

I heard glass shatter downstairs and immediately got out of bed. I ran down the stairs and peeked my head in the kitchen. It was still dark outside, so I knew it was still the middle of the night.

"What is going on in here?!" I shouted half asleep. I saw Ace rubbing his forehead and an older man standing in front of  him with worries filling his face. 

"My dearest apologies Davina. I was talking to my son and things got a little out of hand" He spoke. It was Ace's father.

"Oh no I'm sorry. I should have just stayed in my room." I replied in a shy tone. Ace's father gave me a warm smile and walked out of the kitchen. Now I was all alone in a kitchen with a very drunk Ace.

"Ace." I spoke. "You should really get to bed." I grabbed his arm and tugged at it a little. He chuckled and I sat him on one of the chairs at the table. I crouched to the floor and grabbed all the big pieces of shattered glass up.

"You're going to hurt yourself, stop." Ace demanded. I ignored him and picked up all the shards. I threw them out and began to sweep the floor with a broom. The whole time I was cleaning, there was always a "Stop cleaning Davina" or "You'll hurt yourself" thrown in every minute. 

"There. I didn't hurt myself and the floor is clean. Now, you need a cold shower and a good night sleep." I sassed. He narrowed his eyes at me and crossed his arms. What a child. I grabbed his arm and yanked it up from his chair. I didn't expect him to put all of his weight on me so I fell back. He grabbed my waist, preventing me from falling on my butt. Our eyes were now locked into each other. 

God his beautiful eyes. I looked down at his lips and Jesus I wanted them on mine so fucking bad. What in the world is this man doing to me...

"Uhm.. We probably shouldn't do th-" Before I could finish my sentence, he slammed his lips onto mine. Holy mother of sweet tarts did it just get hot in here or is it just me? I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"Ace. You're drunk, and you taste like whiskey. Smell like it too. You need to shower." He sighed and marched up the stairs. What a fucking child. I walked after him and when I got to his room, he was already in the shower. I decided to get out a pair of black boxers and a pair of matching sweat and hoodie for him to sleep in. I was about to reach for the door when I heard him open his bathroom door. I turned around and saw Ace. He had a towel around his waist with his V line showing and his hair was dripping wet. He. Was. Fucking. Hot.

"You want me to wait for you to take a photo or what?" He smirked. I quickly shook my head, opened the door.

"No please, stay tesoro." He begged. I closed the door and turned back to facing him. He walked towards me and when I tried to back away but I was already cornered. He placed his hand and tucked my hair behind my right ear. He leaned towards my ear and whispered "Goodnight tesoro." And turned his back. Can you please fuck me oh my God. He can't just fucking do that to me. Two can play at that game. I touched the back of his shoulder and he turned to look at me. I slid my hand from his chest down to his waist. I grabbed his dick and damn man was packing. 

"Goodnight my love." I smirked and walked back into my room. Looks like it's Davina 1 and Ace 0. I checked my phone and it was 4 in the fucking morning. I'm bout to pass out.

Ace's POV

Davina left me. She fucking blue balled me and walked out like she did nothing wrong. I will get her back. Fucking bitch. I scoffed and got into my boxers. Seeing as it was 4, I decided to get into bed. I stared at the ceiling and all I could think about was Davina. I have to protect her all costs and not let her and her father be alone in any circumstances tomorrow night. Speaking of tomorrow night, I hope to God she wears something red. The last thing I want is for her to not match with me. We would not look good at all and I do not need her looking like a carrot in orange or a Christmas tree in fucking green.

 I shrugged it off and thought about my feelings for Davina. I can't let myself break now. She can't be my weakness. Nothing can stand in the way of me. I have to stay the monster who never hesitates before shooting. But why did I hesitate with Davina when I first met her? Why didn't I just shoot her then and there? Could I grow the balls to shoot her now if I were forced to? No. I was falling. This was bad.