COLLUSION

two red hearts?

-ALIYNA

The car ride was silent, neither of us spoke as Aces chauffer took us to a hotel. I'm not sure why we arn't heading towards the Cassano Manor, but thats besides the point.

I couldn't care less where I went, as long as I was far away from the devil himself.

The door to our hotel suite opens, I immediately catch sight of the comfy bed with pillows all over it, and the door to the left which I assume leads to the walk in closet and bathroom.

Ace enters the room, with me following after him slowly. He closes the door behind us and I creep closer into the space, not caring to admire the rest of the room since my eyes are set on the massive glass window as a wall, overlooking the city of Newyork.

People on the ground look like tiny ants from up here, and the buildings surrounding us are lit up, sparkling in the night.

A thud behind me takes my attention. I turn around and find Ace with a first aid kit in his hand, rummaging around it on the counter top.

My eyes find themselves trailing down his figure, I dont miss the way his biceps fill the shirt that hes wearing. He discarded his hoodie in the car and I havn't seen it since.

He finally looks up at me with those big black orbs of his, he had no idea what those eyes have on me. 

He motions with his head for me to take a seat at the edge of the bed, apart of me wants to stick my tongue at him then tell him to shove that first aid kit up his ass. But the other part of me just cant be bothered trying anymore or arguing with a man that has an ego bigger than his empire.

So I oblige and sit myself on the edge of the soft cushy bed, I have the urge to just plop down and never wake up again. But i cant, not when Ace approaches me with the box in his hands a glass of water.

"Drink this" He hands me the glass of water and down the whole drink.

He starts setting up the items from the aid kit next to me, I watch as he does so. He looks so focused and attention diverted that I cant even see if hes thinking of anything else while hes doing it.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask, with pure confusion tainting my voice.

He doesn't answer, I nudge at him at his shoulder with my bloodied hand.

"Hellooooo" I stretch out my word as I pester him further.

"Shut up" he says in a sharp tone as a response.

I pause for a second. excuse me.

I turn my head and dont bother responding, I end up crossing my arms over my chest, so fed up with his bullshit.

I see him moving towards the bed closer, seating himself next to me. He grabs my arm harshly but before I can respond he takes my palm and starts treating it.

I watch as his hands move across my palm, cleaning the wound and treating my hand with a delicate touch.

I dont like the way he speaks, the way he treats me, the way he keeps things for me,  but i like the little things like this, the way he treats me as an equal not as someone thats not worth his time.

I like his scent, his smile, his eyes, everything about this mans physical appearance drives me crazy but his stupid personality and traits also drives me crazy.

"How did you find me?" I ask, feeling the tense trail of fire that he leaves after his touch.

"I turned the city upside down looking for you for three days, you didn't think i'd find you?" He takes a wipe and wipes off the rest of the blood thats leaving the wound "Whether your in another country, another world, another sky, I'll find you wherever you go"