My Biggest Obsession

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲- 𝐎𝐧𝐞.

♪ Bonfire - Childish Gambino ♪

| Aace |

I think all of this might've been a dream. Last night I fucked Ivory with ices cubes.

Where the hell did I get this idea from?

She's going to hate me, but fuck. I'll never forget what I saw last night. Her body is a fucking masterpiece. And her voice when it's filled with pleasure.

Her soft moans-

They can bring me to my knees without any doubts. No matter how many women I've fucked before, Ivory overcome them all. She's perfection incarnated. And being the one who's allowed to see her, to hear her like this-

It makes me catch feelings I shouldn't. I know it's a trap. Yet I'm still going to fall into it.

Yes, I noticed the scar along the right side of her stomach. Did I question it though? No. But I still wonder how and where she got this. And it's not a little scar, it's massive. But it doesn't make her any less beautiful. She's beautiful in every way.

And I know I shouldn't be here, watching her small frame asleep. But I can't help myself; everytime I try to avoid her it's like I'm drawn back to her.

I heard her breathing softly before her eyes darted open, looking at me half asleep, then she frowned her brows in confusion.

"Were you watching me sleep?" She let out in a raspy voice.

"I wasn't."

"You're a liar. You were watching me like a fucking creep." She turned on her back staring at the ceiling, sighing in relief.

"What's happening?" I get concerned when I see her state.

"I slept."

"Yes like a basic fucking human? We do that sometimes. You know? Sleeping."

"No. I slept the whole night." She declared blankly.

"Am I supposed to find that anormal?"

"I didn't wake up."

And it's when the realization hits me. Ivory probably hasn't had a complete night for a lot of time. Well I'm glad she slept for a damn night for once. If I can at least bring this to her. Because I hoped she was prepared for what was coming tonight.

| Ivory |

"Be ready to collect information tonight, tesoro. We're going on a mission." Aace informed me before that we're going into a club tonight. But this one is special. It's a club known for being Russian. An objective; spend the night there, collect the most information we can get on Kirill, avoid troubles, and all of this while being incognito.

I admired my reflection in the mirror, admiring the dress sliding along my curves. I swear I can still feel Aace's touch on my hips, in fact I can feel him everywhere. I know it was wrong letting him see my body like this.

But fuck, I let him have access to my body. Ironic, when I once thought that I'd never let a man touch me again. And certainly not there. But it happened. And I don't fucking regret it. Because Aace asked two fucking times for my consent and I said yes.

He respected my consent.

He respected my fucking consent.

Erin barged in the room interrupting my thoughts with a tight white dress around her body. "Do you know what they gave me as a fake ID? My name is Olga! Do I look like a woman who's name is Olga?"

I chuckled. "How would I know?"

"Aace and Luca could've chosen a better name for me."

I bursted out laughing, "It's just for a night. Relax, I'm sure you can play the perfect Olga."

She raised a brow, crossing her arms over her chest, "One night. One and only fucking night." She looked at her watch strapped on her wrist, "Shit! We should leave. We're already late."

I agreed with her. "Alright Olga. Let's go." And then I proceed to follow her downstairs.

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I've never seen a space like this in my life. It smells like weed everywhere, half of the people are all drunk, and half of the girls are strippers, dancing practically naked. I swear I saw Lily giving me a wink while she was stripping when I entered.

It looks like hell if I'm being honest.

"You have your earpiece on?" Aace checked the last details, and I nodded. "Good. We're all going to go separate ways now. You can ask questions but you don't speak about yourself and you give vague answers. Understood?"

"Yes." Everyone answered collectively and I was about to do the same, but I caught two faces I knew a little too well. I tried to avoid their gaze on me but my eyes met theirs. Eyes that could give me shivers on my spine.

"Ivory?" Aace brought me back to reality.

"Yes, it works for me." I confirmed, just before we all left in different directions. I felt their eyes burning in my back as I went upstairs. My eyes searched for something that wasn't there. He wasn't there. I opened a random door that led me into a staircase. I leaned against a wall as I took my gun in my hands. Something wasn't right. They were close. I knew it. They wanted to catch me? Come find me then.

Nobody was in the staircase, and as I was ready to open the door to get back in the club, someone grabbed my neck from behind and tried to make me fall. But my reflexes were faster; I turned to see who the fuck did this and when my eyes fell on him, I didn't hesitate, I just put a bullet right in his chest. He fell to the floor as life slowly quit his body.

But his friend joined him and he didn't wait a second to attack me. He tried to throw punches at me but I reacted quickly and avoided them. I wanted to pull the trigger on him again, but he realized it and caught my wrist, twisting it, making me drop my gun on the floor. He tried to pin me against the wall but I scratched his face before he could, and raised my knee to kick him right in his manhood.

And visibly it worked because I heard him grunting in pain as he released me. I didn't wait any longer to run for the door, but he suddenly yanked my hair from behind and I groaned in pain. I tried to detach myself from his grip but it didn't take long until I felt a sharp pain in my thigh. It literally felt like my flesh was being torn apart. I lowered my gaze to see what was happening when I realized that the bastard stabbed me there, and blood was pouring from the wound. I kicked him but it was useless because a gunshot was heard in the room. The grip he had on me disappeared completely as his body dropped to the floor, lifeless. Aace stood there in the doorframe, a gun in his hand.

"Who the hell were they?" Aace's voice is full of fury.

"It's not important. They're dead now. We have other shit to deal with." I say as I sit on a chair looking at the wound on my thigh. I put my bloody fingers on the handle, preparing myself to remove the knife but Aace grabs my wrist and stops me.

"What the fuck are you doing? If you remove the knife you're going to bleed ten times worse. We're going home. Andrea is going to take care of that."

I bite on my lip to handle the pain. "It hurts like a bitch."

"I know. It's going to be okay. Trust me."

I don't have a word to say before he picks me up from the ground in a bridal style. If I didn't feel the pain before because of the adrenaline, I definitely do now. My head falls on his chest as I take a deep breath.

"You alright?" Aace muttered to me.

"I've never been better." I replied sarcastically.

"Hang in there. Everything's going to be alright. Just relax."

My eyelids felt heavy as I hoped he was right, and suddenly everything became black.

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