Nice Cut

Chapter Three

Ace

"You're coming tonight right man?" Bradley my best friend since diapers and right hand man asks me.

"Yeah, I'll be there." I haven't really paid attention to the conversation I know he's talking about some dinner with his family but I have been so focused on scrubbing the blood off my arms and out from under my fingernails that I didn't get any other information. Who would have thought that cutting and packaging meat would be dirtier than blowing someone's brains out and staging it as a drug deal gone bad.

You see this shop. A butcher shop in busy New York City provides an alibi for me and all my men whenever I need it too. If a problem arrives and we need to "handle the situation" I'll shoot a text over to my men and let them know we are working late to pack a shipment for the following morning.

In reality.

I own over half the city, and the other half fears what my men and I can do. A lot of these rich fucks don't think they have to pay someone they've never met in real life. Then there are the ones who think that because they run a successful company and see themselves as the top of the food chain they can do what ever they please. I've seen some sick shit from some of these people. That's saying a lot coming from me I'm the New York Grimm, a man they everyone knows but no one has ever seen. It's my own play of Robin Hood meets The Grimm Reaper.

The way I see it is the trash I remove off the streets is a service to the people in this world who don't have the power to do it themselves. I've never killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Mostly.

"O, is on her way for this week's order. Are we all good to go or do I need to go prepare all the meats?" Bentley gives me a knowing smirk. He knows I've been drawn to her since all those years ago when we were sitting on his front porch and caught a glimpse of through the neighbors window of a little girl being thrown into a closet.

Obviously at the time I had just turned 18 and she looked to be maybe 5? I just felt this pull to stand up for her and throw that bitch of a mother in a fucking closet instead. As the years have gone by though. It's turned into a full on obsession. If my days and nights weren't booked I'd probably be stalking her every move but for now I just wait to get a glimpse of her at the beginning of every week.

"You know her shit has been ready for the last two days." I want to be prepared just incase she decides to come early. She never will but I always plan for it. "Besides, when have you ever done any work inside this building?"

Honestly I think he had gotten to used to the idea that this is a cover because he literally does nothing throughout the day just sits here running his mouth while Connor, Jeremy, and I do all the work. He knows his job is secure though because I won't and I can't take on a target without him. Not only is he my best friend but also my second in command of anything ever happened to me I know that I'll have someone to grieve me, and I'll have someone I trust taking over my position.

Bentley knows about my compulsive need to see Octavia. I couldn't keep a secret from him if I tried. I have tried. She might be like his little sister but he also knows that she would have been in that situation for god knows how long if I hadn't convinced my father that we needed to intervene.

You could say Octavia was the reason the New York Grimm came to life. That night never would have happened if Bentley and I hadn't seen her through the window. If we had even spent two more minutes inside getting our drinks I wouldn't have picked a target, and she wouldn't have found a happy home with Bentley and his family.

One day I'll have to thank her for that. If she acknowledges my existence.