Falling For Ace

Forty-six

A C E

"I did it, mom." I muttered, staring at her. She still looked as beautiful as ever despite her condition. "I'm officially the Italian Mafia Leader. Are you proud of me?" I knew I wouldn't receive an answer yet I wish I did. "I hope dad is." After a moment of silence, I spoke again, "I love you." I then placed a soft kiss on her forehead, "please wake up soon."

My happy little family was gone. It was never going to be the same again. I knew for a fact that even when mom's gonna wake up, she'd still look lifeless because dad was her whole life. She'd wish that it was her instead of him.

Leaving the hospital, I went straight to the mansion. I haven't seen or heard from Ivy since last night. When I told her to go, she left and I didn't hear from her ever since. I was so fucking grateful to have her in my life.

The mansion was extremely big. It was thrice the size of my own mansion. However, the only person who were allowed to stay there permanently were the underboss, the boss and some other important people. The others were to leave the place before eight at night. They weren't allowed to stay there unless given permission by the boss. It was a rule my father put on and It was going to stay that way.

"You good?" Mason asked as I entered the place. I shot him a nod. He became the second in command last night as well. As for the company, I wouldn't be able to handle the two at once since I had a lot on my plate right now so I handed it to Kade, knowing he would do a better job with it than me anyway.

I had to give my full concentration to the mafia and to find out who killed my father and put my mother in the condition she was in. I wanted to avenge them, I needed to.

"Any updates?" I questioned earning a nod in response. Mason pursed his lips in a thin line before he began explaining professionally and seriously, "we know where the Spanish mafia base is-thanks to your father. He had a file in his office where he had the location of every single bases across the world excluding the American and the Russians." The American and the Russian Mafia were as powerful as the Italian Mafia.

Alexei Abramovich and Liam Thorne. They weren't bad guys. They were rather nice. We three used to be friends until our dads had other plans for us so we got separated. I haven't seen or spoken to them for around six years. Our friendship has allowed us to be allies instead of enemies since all the three of us knew that fighting against each other would be like suicide considering we were all as powerful as the other.

"Should we ask for their help to take down the Spanish Mafia?" Mason asked to which I shook my head, "no. The Spanish mafia is a fucking joke. We can take them on our own."

"How many men do they have?"

"Approximately, six hundred and fifty." I replied surely. I knew a lot of things about our rivals.

"When are we attacking?"

"Not until we f-" I was cut off by a guy who ran in front of me. He was panting, breathing heavily as he rested his hands on his knees. Mason and I exchanged a confused look before fixing our attention on the man in front of us.

"What's going on?" Mason asked furrowing his brows at the dude. The man didn't say anything. He was catching his breath and he was taking so damn long.

"Fucking speak already." I clenched my jaw, running out of patience. He flinched before meeting my undoubtedly cold gaze.

"It's about..." He took a deep breath, his eyes darting from me to Mason, "It's about Ivy."

My body suddenly stiffened at the mere mention of her name. I glanced at Mason as saw that his body had the same reaction. We both deeply cared for Ivy.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my emotions at bay.

"There's a bounty on her. Thirty million, alive-by the Spanish Mafia." He replied making my blood run cold. He then took out something from his pocket and handed it to me. I clenched my jaw as I stared at the picture.

Fuck.