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She goes by Ace. That's all anyone knows about her. They don't know her background, they don't know her age.

Hell; they don't even know her hair color. All they know is that she's the leader of a small group of bikers that run jobs everywhere.

Only one person knows who she is, and that person is Leticia 'Letty' Ortiz. When Letty accidentally let's her name slip, Mia meets her.

When Letty is killed, Mia calls Ace to let her know.

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And now, Ace is out for revenge.

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-Ace POV-

I was sitting on my bike, talking to the crew, when I got a call. I picked up the phone and answered.

"Yeah."

"It's Mia."

I heard her voice crack. "What's wrong?"

"It's Letty." She said. "She's been killed."

"I'll be there soon."

After I hung up, I looked at my crew. Four of my most loyal friends rode with me everywhere. I locked gazes with all of them. Ryan, Alex, Kelsey, and Allison. Two boys, two girls. All four of them were loyal to me and I was loyal to them. I looked at my phone again for a second before I spoke.

"I need to go to LA." I said. "You can come, but you don't have to."

They looked at me before Ryan smirked.

"When are we leaving?"

I smirked back at him before I revved my engine and they returned the sound. We peeled out of the warehouse and shot down the streets. We had already put on our helmets and face masks. We shot between cars and trucks, and I slid under a semi. It honked at me but I just kept going. I popped up on one wheel as we flew down the streets. These cops aren't from Tokyo, so they don't know not to chase someone who could go way faster than them. We lost the cops after a short bit and we got to LA. We slowed down as we pulled into the cemetery. Everyone looked at us as I pulled off my helmet.

Whispers reached my ears but I ignored them as I got off the bike. I walked over to Mia and knelt down in front of her. She looked at me before hugging me. I pulled her up with me and hugged her to my chest. I rocked back and forth with her, my eyes on the casket. I let her go and walked up to the black box that held my best friend. My boots clicked on the steps and it echoed; nobody was making a sound. I stopped and put my hand on the slick brown wood. I clenched my eyes shut as I felt the tears pushing at my eyes.

I opened my eyes and leaned over, placing a kiss on her casket. As I walked away, I knew the tears were falling in streams. I walked to my bike and we just sat there, waiting for Mia to leave. Some blonde guy walked over to me and I ignored him. I put my lid, helmet in biker terms, on my head. Mia drove away and we revved our engines before we drove after her. We pulled up in front of her house and she waved us inside. We walked into the house and I sat down at the kitchen table with her. We sat there for who knows how long until she broke the silence.

"Do you think you could take Letty's things to the garage?" She asked.

I nodded. "Of course. You just sleep."

She smiled a little before I picked up the box and walked outside. I shouldered into the garage and put the box on the counter before I looked around. I sighed and sat down on the floor, my back against the wall. I pulled out a smoke and lit it up, puffing the toxic fumes into my lungs. I put my head back against the wall, my eyes on the wall in front of me.

"I'm sorry, Letty." I said to myself. "I should have been here. I should have come when you called and not brushed you off. I'm a fucking idiot."

I don't know how damn long I sat like that, but it was long enough to smoke two cigarettes and for Mia to walk in on me. She looked down at me and I saw her worry. I shook my head.

"I can't do it, Mia." I said. "How am I gonna go on with anything when Letty's dead? She was the only thing that I ever fought for."

Mia walked over and held out her hands. I dropped my smoke and stood up, hugging her. Even though I am taller than her, she was the one comforting me. I sniffed and looked away from her. My eyes landed on someone else and I nudged Mia.

"Look."

She followed my eyes and gasped softly.

"Dom."

I walked out of the garage and into the house with my crew. I layed on the couch and was out before my head even hit the pillow.

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I woke up a few hours later to my cell phone going off like a train. I yawned and answered the tiny thing.

"Ye-"

"I'm at a police station."

I bolted out of bed and changed while I was running down the stairs. I yanked my jacket from the hook and the crew looked at me as I shoved the door open.

"Mia's at the police station."

They didn't ask anything else as we rode to the station. Mia was walking out with the blonde from the funeral. I pulled up in front of her and looked at her. She sighed with a smile as I held out a lid for her.

"You gonna come with me or stay with the punk?"

The cop glared but I just waited. Mia looked at me for a long time before answering.

"I'll see you later, Ace."

I gawked. "That's Brian?"

"Yeah..."

"Fucking Hell." I said, running a hand through my hair. "Letty said you had eyes for some guy named Brian, but she never said it was a fed. What the Hell, Mia?"

Mia wouldn't look at me so I just shook my head and drove off. A fed. Of all fucking people, a fed. Damn. Mia, you're getting into some deep shit. Well, we drove past the house and down the road. And out of LA. I just couldn't do it, and none of the crew said anything. We got to the airport and I found a jet with 'Ace' painted on the side of it. I laughed as we drove our bikes onto the black machine. The pilot looked at us and gulped.

"Miss Ace, we were told to take you wherever you wanted to go."

I hummed in response before smiling.

"London."

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