The Devils King

5

That dark black hair couldn't belong to anyone else. At first, I didn't recognise him. He wore a tight, slim tux and his dark hair was slicked back, a few loose strands poking out. It was totally out of character though. The way I had seen Ace at school and now seeing him all dressed up and... fancy looking. The couple times I had seen him he was dressed and acting like an asshole.

Now, not so much.

"What's going on?" I asked my dad, refusing to take my eye off of Ace, just in case he wanted to say something jerkish.

He looked up from the guitar, and his eyes haulted when they met mine. His small semi smile that he had suddenly dropped, more into a shock than anger. Then slowly, his jaw tightened and his eyes melded into one. But he made it subtle, making sure than my dad and the other man couldn't see.

"Ah, sweetheart you're home! We were waiting on you!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up and walking over to me, giving me a small hug. I never once took my eye off of Ace, and he didn't dare do the same.

"Sweet...heart?" Ace mumbles, almost in confusion, probably only audible to me, since the other man, who I'm assuming was his dad, talked right over him.

"I'm sorry about the noise, miss. Your father just got on the subject of guitars and my son Ace here," He pauses and points a hand out to Ace before continuing. Ace just keeps glaring at me, silent. "Plays the hell out of a guitar and your father wanted to see." the man gave me a smile. He had dark black hair matching Ace, but had brown eyes instead. He was tall, taller than my dad and Ace both. He had a bigger frame than them also. He looked scary just by glancing at him, and it was obvious you didn't want to mess with him.

I give him a fake smile and wave a hand. "Oh it's no big deal. Now," I look over at Ace, not daring to tear his state. "Shall we get to dinner?"

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My father and Mr. Wilkins talked business just about the entire dinner. I sat beside my dad and in front of Ace.

We stayed silent most of the time, and it gave me time to think.

How is Ace the son of a large growing buisness... yet he's in the towns worst gang? It didn't add up. If he had all of this life mapped out for him, then why would he just go piss it away by being in a bloodhungry gang? It was weird, and I knew there was a story behind it. Little did Ace know, I was going to find it out. Weither he liked it or not.

And one thing I figured, was that his dad was not aware that he was in a gang, the Devils at that. I wonder if his dad knows how he got that busted lip?

"So, do you two know each other?" My dad asks.

"Yes."
"No."

We both answer at the same time. I roll my eyes, of course he'd say no. He doesn't want me to rat him out. And that's why he's got than pissed look all over his face pointing it at me!

He turns his head towards his dad. "We just met."

Our dad's both nod, and look at each other, almost having a sharing look.

I look between them, almost scared and curious of what they were thinking.

"Well," Mr. Wilkins starts. "We've decided to help out our companies, by trading and bargaining with the other and get the name out there to other businesses. Just to, you know make a little bit more money." He shrugs, acting as if it's nothing. It seemed suspicious though...

Why would they go through all this trouble just for... a "little" more money? There has to be a bigger game plan here... something that either my dad knows and he's not telling me, or he really doesn't know.