Ace D'Angelo is commonly known as cold hearted and ruthless. When walking into his atmosphere, he is feared by everyone excluded and within his secret Italian mafia. His job on the outside, is a bodyguard for other itallian mafias. With the throne b...
WE made it home and even though it was a quiet car ride home, I was still pissed that the situation even happened.
"UNCLE ENZO !!!" I was yelling his name from the top of my lungs while Ace got my stuff from the back of the car. When he didn't come down from the stairs I knew he was probably at work or something along those lines. I turned around and Ace was right in front of me looking at me with an irritated look.
"You fucking price of shit, you can't just be a dick about everything that I do. For once in your life use your head you fucking asshole". I could tell he was pissed because he looked at me with a hard glare but I would be putting up a fight, even if it leads to a physical one.
"You know what, you've are so full of yourself that I'm fucking sick of it. I was hired to fucking protect you Michaela not deal with your bullshit."
"my bullshit, MY BULLSHIT Ace?! I didn't ask for a bodyguard anyway so I don't really fucking need you. I can do better than what you're doing all by myself."
"Oh really then do it and don't come to me when you need something"
"Trust and believe I won't and I'll have you fucking fired Ace, FIRED".
"Go ahead then, be my guest; I could care FUCKING LESS!!".
I started walking up the stairs and went straight to my room, with tears streaming down my face, slamming the door.
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I was so sick of dealing with her and her shit. She was the only thing that could get me upset but I can't leave because I will be apart of her life for around 8 years. That contract wasn't just a protection one but potentially marriage. Even though I'm pissed. I have to admit, she looked fucking irresistible in that dress. The way it fitted her curves and how the sliver jewelry fitted perfectly with that gray color. I can't be pissed and attracted at the same time. She makes things so fucking complicated.
I ran a hand down my face and sat on the couch in my room. I grabbed my bottle of Hennessy and drank straight from the bottle. I've never been stressed-worked up about a girl so hard in my life. With the exclusion of someone else but she's apart of my past.
I took a long drink from the bottle already felt wasted. I wasn't depressed or usually an alcohol addict but the more I drank, the more I thought and it just made me drink more. About my past and I just let it consume me like always. Oh shit my motorcycle...
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