Betrayal

Part 8; nice to meet you

"Why did you scream?!" I whispered to Ace.

"Because you wouldn't hurry." He grabbed my suitcase for me

"I'm forced to stay with you. Basically kidnapped or killed and I can't get my things in peace!"

"Your lucky I don't have you locked in the basement." He walked towards me pinning me to wall.

"Than why don't you have me in there!"

"Because a pretty woman like you shouldn't me locked up in a basement." He kissed my neck and I pushed him back like always. "Just one time." He pinned me back on the wall.

When my bedroom door flew open. Oh shit...the camera.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY FIANCE!" Carter yelled.

"This is the normal, kind, helpful, man yelling at me?" Ace laughed putting the suit case to the side.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE."

"What are you doing!" I mouthed to Carter.

"This is my favorite place now and this is my woman now." Ace smirked as if he was trying to anger him.

"Ne faites rien de stupide, ne ruinez pas le plan. ( Don't do anything stupid, don't ruin the plan.)" I told Carter.

"French?" Ace said.

"Get out." He told us. What is he doing?

"No." Ace acted as if he was going to sit down but that's when Carter grabbed him from his arm and pushed him to the door.

Ace for one time smiled but it was the most demonic smile I've seen in my life. He walked in full speed and punched the shit out of Carter. This will get ugly fast.

Carter wiped the punch off and punched him back. Ace punched carter walking closer to the wall. Punching carter over and over in the stomach.

"STOP!" I finally yelled. Carter seemed to lose energy and started stumbling on the floor attempting to punch him back.

I walked closer and kicked Ace from the plants of his feet causing him to fall back. I quickly flipped him over and locked his arms back. "Can we leave now! Or I swear I will grab a knife and end with this now." I knew I could do that but his guards were outside.

"Let go of me." He tried to move but I put his arm more back and screamed in pain. "Fine!" He screamed and I let him go.

He stood up and walked to the door. "You got lucky next time it's a bullet in your head." He walked to the elevator.

"Your crazy!" I yelled opening the elevator.

"Angelina you're lying about a huge piece of your life. You did not learn to do that from boxing and Carter wasn't a normal guy to be so resistant."

"I learned how to fight and what? Carter is a strong man. He goes to the gym a lot. So yes he can resist a couple of punches." I lied.

"There's always a lie for another lie." He said opening his car door. "Why do you know French?"

"Did you not do a background check on me?"

"Not yet..."

"Really? So what are you waiting for? I want to come back to my life." I yelled.

"I-."

"My parents are French. I left France at 3 but I attended a school where they taught me French and English."

"Your parents...what hospital are they in I can take you to them."

"No! I mean they will freak if they see you."