She's the gangster?

Cold to the touch.

Ace's P.O.V.

Where's my phone? I threw everything I could across the room with one hand. Alice finally came back last night just in time to wrap my hand. Right now my hand has a heart beat and hurts like hell.

The knocking at my door made me stop looking with a sigh. I turn the door knob to meet a broad chest, Vincent. His smile looks mischievous.

"What?" I ask.

Reaching into his pocket he pulls out my phone. After glancing behind me he smirks.

"Looking for this?" He asked turning his smirk into a smile.

I start to snatch it from him but he pulls away.

"Ah ah ah, first you have to have breakfast with me." Vincent says shaking his pointer finger at me. I sigh, no use in arguing. Besides I need my phone and I am kind of hungry.

"Let me get changed." I start to close the door but I am stopped by Vincent. I shoot him a questionable look. He gives me a smirk and walk on in. I finally shut the door.

I put on sweats and a muscle shirt. My hair in a bun. I open the door to see Vincent leaning back on both arm with his legs spread.

"Come here." He commanded. I hesitantly walk towards him.

"Closer." His husky voice made me nervous. I bend over so we are eye level. The grin on his face is so mischievous. His hand reached right under my eye. I straighten up.

"Know what this is?" He asked holding something between his thumb and index finger.

"No." I respond honestly.

"You're eyelash. The person who takes it off someone's cheek is supposed to make a wish. Then pick either a finger or thumb and let go. If you pick the thumb and the eyelash is on the thumb then your wish will come true." He explains. I carefully watch him close his eye then open them. He looks at his hand then let's go. His serious look fell then the smile grew on his face.

"My wish will come true." He chuckled.

"What's your wish?" I ask eagerly.

"I can't tell you." He began to laugh now.

"What?" I ask.

His face fell. "It won't come true if I tell you." He smiles again.

"Oh" I shrug.

We reached for the door at the same time. I sigh then let him open it.  He looks down at me with a smile.

We reached his car. He has a Dodge Viper SRT, I am impressed.

Vincent reached for the car door when I smacked his hand.

"I got this." I quickly grabbed the handle to the car, getting in.

Vincent turn the key. The car made a beautiful sound. Then he sped out of the drive way.

"Ace?" Vincent broke the silence.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Have you ever had a guy in your life?" What kind of question is that?

I laugh. "Yes, Robert and all 750,000 guys in the gang."

"No Ace, I mean a boyfriend."  He responds looking at me.

"No." I didn't feel like talking about it.

"So you never been touched by a boy before?" Vincent raised his eyebrow. I knew he wouldn't stop until he got an answer but I try to forget that day where I grew up to fast out of my control.

"It's not like a wanted him too." I stated honestly.
Vincent looks at me them immediately slams on the break.

"God damn it Vincent." I hissed.
Before I opened my eyes the car door swung open, Vincent reached over to unhook my seat belt. He pulls me out of the car and into his arms.

"I so god damn sorry Ace." Vincent finally speaks after a good five minutes.

"It was a long time ago." Was the only thing I can say.

"Whenever you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about it, you can." He says letting me go from his huge. Then left walking to his trunk to get breakfast.

I realized where we where. It looks amazing here. Fresh air, a cliff overlooking acres of woods. Then a red picnic table under a very large oak tree.

Vincent P.O.V.

A guy touched her and she didn't want him to. I will find that guy and kill him.

I sat down the basket then start to get out our food. She was soaking in to view, it is beautiful out here but you can't tell when she's around.

"Lemonade or tea?" I asked shaking two bottles.

"Huh oh tea please." She looked at the bottles. I hand them to her.

"Peanut butter and jelly, turkey sandwich, or fruit?" I ask again but this time I had her attention. Her eyes lite up when I said fruit. I handed her a fork and the container of fruit.

After about twenty minutes of her eating and looking at the view, I finally realized I was staring at her the whole time.

"He's dead, you know." Those words made me jump. She noticed I was staring.

"He deserved it." I say not wanting to push the subject.

"I killed him. Then I couldn't stop killing those how deserved to be killed." She turns her head to stare deep into my eyes. I can't say anything, words won't come out.

"He is why my dad, Robert turned me into a killing machine. Robert couldn't handle the fact he let his closest friend rape his only child." She said with a sigh. I gulped down air. I didn't know whether to hold her or pound my fist into a tree.

The roar of tires made Ace stand up. Four man hopped out holding pistols.

"Ace." The one on the driver side door hissed.

Ace quick drawled her gun from under her shirt and shot the one who said her name rright in the head.

They opened fire back. We dove behind my car. I looked over to see if Ace was okay then peeked out from behind my car and return fire. I shot one in the shoulder and knee.

A sharp pain pierced my stomach. I fell to the ground. Then fired all my rounds expect one.

"You bastard." Ace yelled heading toward the last guy standing. He stabs her in the shoulder.

"Did my father do worse to you?" The guy asks.

Then he slices her in the lower stomach. He punches her in the face. I fire a round to his knee. It shatters. But before he fell completely he stabs the knife into her lower stomach.

Ace hisses then blew his skull off. She turns to me then falls down. Her face is battered and bruised.

I crawled toward her and pulled out my phone. Help was on there way.

Pulling her into my lap she was...
Cold. She was to cold to be alive. Cold to the touch.