My Biggest Obsession

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

♪ Escapism (4am Remix ) - RAYE  ♪

| Ivory |

I felt a glass of water being spilled in my face, I opened my eyes and saw the asshole standing there. A smirk on his face.

"It's time to wake up, sleeping beauty."

I stared at him in disbelief. Did he just throw a glass of water in my face to wake me up? Fuck he did.

That man was definitely suicidal because he was going to end up murdered before even being married.

I reached for my knife under my pillow and threw it at him. Hoping I stab his eyes not so accidentally.

He avoided the knife perfectly just before it landed into the wall.

"You're always so aggressive. You just woke up and you're already throwing a knife at me? I think you need to work on your anger issues." He laughed.

"Work on my anger issues?" I scoffed. "You're the only one who has anger issues. Not me."

He chuckled loudly, making fun of me. I think I was going to cut this asshole's dick.

"I doubt that."

"I can easily show you how you don't control your anger issues." I smirked, I was challenging him.

"I'd love to know how you're going to do it." He hissed, curious.

"Want to bet? But I have to tell you, you're going to lose." He arched his brow.

I knew damn well I was going to win.

"Bet accepted. You're pretty much confident when we both know that you're the one going to lose." He assured, before adding, "Get dressed. We're going to my manor." He ordered.

Aace Rossi was a man who thought he could order, manipulate and control everyone and everything that was around him. He was dangerous, cold-hearted and depraved of emotions, because the only emotion he could feel was anger. That wrath was running in his veins like a poison. Why? I still ignored it.

But I was going to show him that the only person he can't control is me.

The asshole wanted to play; I was going to trap him at his own game.

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"These guns are precise as fuck. I've never seen impacts so... Perfectly round?" Erin furrowed her brows, "I managed to find the company who sells them, thanks to the serial number. And guess what? They come straight from Russia. Impossible to find them here." She affirmed.

"Of course it's them." Aace huffed out a bitter laugh.

"Yes. By the way, I found the name of the man you killed that night. Just like you asked me."

"Come on, spill the tea, we all want to know the name of the bastard." He proposed, annoyed.

"His name is Mikhail Petrov." And when I heard the name, my brows furrowed immediately.

That name... It was familiar. I knew it... But... Could it be the same?

"Ivory?" My brother Damian called out my name, "Does it sound familiar to you?"

I didn't answer anything. It'd make sense, but how did that shit happen?

"Wait. Do you think she could have known him? Like from there? " Nate demanded, concerned.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, if it was real... Then we underestimated the situation. It was something way bigger.

"Well, you all seem to have a charming family reunion, it would be very nice if you joined us with you. And Ivory answer the fucking question!" Aace yelled.