A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 44

When I heard that, I felt my heart crack. It felt like I was punched in the chest and got the breath knocked out of me. Ace was like a brother to me, and the shooter just took him away from us like he was nothing. He had a kid that'll never see his dad ever again.

Omar and I visited Kennedy and Ice, Ace's nickname for his son, to see how they were holding up since we missed the funeral. Kennedy was a mess, but Ice was emotionless. He was only six at the time. That was the saddest part.

I remember missing two visits after that because of my own selfless desires. I just couldn't see someone so strong look so weak. I couldn't see my brother behind bars. I've already seen him on coke, and that was enough torture for me.

We arrived at the Grayson's apartment at either 1 or 2, I couldn't remember because I was so tired and drained. I followed behind Grayson after he opened his apartment door. I dragged my feet to his couch and plotted face down on there. I was tired to the max.

I heard him laugh above me. I turned my head to the side when I felt his hand on my middle back. He was squatting down, so we were face to face. I arched an eyebrow waiting for him to say something.

"So you're just gonna sleep on the couch tonight? Not take off your shoes, makeup, or dress? None of that?"

"I'm too tired to do any of that."

He sighed, "I'm sorry for putting you through such a long night. None of the shit that went on tonight was suppose to happen."

"It's not like you planned all of this shit to happen. You didn't know."

He stood up and scooped me up from the couch in bridal style making me squeal. He carried me to his room and placed me on his neatly folded bed. The sheets were cotton and fluffy and a dark red. I instantly laid myself down on it, and took in more of his room.

The walls were beige, but it was covered with a world map on one side. On another side a cluttered desk was against it with a picture of the same girl on Ethan's chest. I wondered what ever happened to her. It's more than obvious it's his late sister, but I wanted to know more. Maybe he was keeping her hidden from me for a reason. A reason I shouldn't press him on.

The next two walls were pictures of his boxing accomplishments or cars or pictures of the gang. He didn't have much furniture in the room making it look more spacious.

I heard him shuffling around in his walk-in closet, but I was too lazy to see what he was doing. A few moments later, before I could close my eyes, he sat at my feet. I sat up to look at him. He looked tired, yet so good. I wonder how he does it.

"I know you didn't pack any pajamas, so all I have is this shirt," he explained before handing it to me.

I tiredly smirked. "Did you go through my bag to find this out?"

He chuckled, "you wish."

He stood back up to walk to his bathroom. I slowly positioned myself to stand up. I moved my straps down letting my dress fall down my body like a waterfall leaving me standing only in my thong. The dress was very see through.

I went to retrieve my bag in the living room to get my makeup wipes. I came back to his room to see him brushing his teeth, but also cleaning up around his area. I'm so glad he's not a slob. He changed to his pajamas which consisted of him being shirtless with basketball shorts on. He looked up when he sensed my presence.

"Fuck Cindy," he mumbled when his eyes glazed over my body.

I mentally did a face slap. Why didn't I put on a shirt before leaving the room? Not to mention, it was cold as fuck in his apartment.