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Heyyyy babes

How was your day hope I made it better

This chapter is very long also that's why it took me a while.

Anyways vote and comment for the next chapter to be Ace's pov

Byeeeee

I watched Ace as he tortured some guy

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I watched Ace as he tortured some guy.

So it turns out that when Ace was out last night some guy tried to kill him. Ace got tired of it and took him here.

The guy screams bloody murder as Ace takes his time with him. And Ace never broke a sweat.

Ace has always been quiet, he never used to speak when we were younger even when I begged for him to talk to me, to play with me. He never did. I heard stories spreading about Ace I just never knew where he was.

From what I have heard, he has been around the world. People in the mafia were scared shitless of him. He was a master at torturing people, hunting them, hurting them. And it earned him some good nicknames along the way.

Although it is scary and disturbing, Ace has an aura around him. He's quiet and calm when he's mad. That's what makes him even more dangerous. Ace lives up to the rumors about him.

"Please I don't know anything." The man tied to the chair cries out. Ace plucks another fingernail off. Ace looks back at me, I flip him off and he rolls his eyes looking back at him. "You know more than you let on." He stands up and walks to me.

Acs arched an eyebrow at me and I already knew what he was saying. "Yes, I would like to." I smiled and walked right past him.

I kick his legs apart and grab a knife. I drag the tip of the blade along the side of his thigh. "Talk." I press the knife into his higher thigh.

He squirms around shaking his head. "No, please." He whimpers. I smile, digging the knife into his thighs more.

He lets out a loud whimper. "Please no. I can't." I tilt my head and look back at Ace. He is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed around his chest.

I bit my lip and turned back to the man on the chair. "Come on." I run my hand down his shirt-covered chest.

His eyes open and I see something flicker into his eyes. "Katerina Petrov. Daughter of Bella Petrov the most dangerous assassin in the world." My mouth drops open into a gasp as I back away.

I know lots of people know my mother but they rarely say it. Mostly because she's gone, they have nothing to be scared of. With my father gone too they can say whatever they want without punishment.

And I couldn't do anything about what they said about it because they didn't know they had a child.

But now people know that I'm in the mafia, rumors have been spreading like wildfire.

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