Mine

8. God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

~ Ace's P.O.V. ~

What is wrong with this girl? One minute, she is complimenting me about my amazing fighting skills and the next minute she's punching the crap out of me, like who does that and for what fuckin' reason?

She was so peaceful while she was sleeping and the fact that the hoodie guy has stapped a knife in her stomach and she didn't realize it until late makes her seem as if this was all not new to her at all. I've heard all kind of stories about her. How she is ruthless and shows no mercy to anyone, doesn't give two fucks about that person's life and that her missions always went perfect. 

She began to open her eyes slowly as she examined the place and suddenly I regret bringing her here because she would become a crazy Mexican pissed girl all over me for helping her.

She groaned in a low raspy voice raising her hand to her now pounding head.

" Calm down Amour, here take these, " I helped her to sit straight on the bed while handing her 2 tablets of Advil and a glass of water.

"What happened to me? And why am I here? And where exactly is here?" she started throwing questions at me still weak enough to not screaming or shouting at my face after drinking the water.

"You. You stabbed me you fucker," she asked placing the glass of water on the nightstand beside her.

"Hold on, you thought I stabbed you?" I said in disbelief.

" Then who did, dickhead?" she said regaining her energy and strength back.

"That guy that attacked you," I said slowly getting frustrated by the second after her lovely nickname for me. Please notice the sarcasm pouring out of this comment.

" Oh, you mean the guy that you sent to me to play out the evil guy from your own fucking mafia, only for you to come to save the day like some shitty hero? When do you think I was born? Yesterday?" she said angrily starting to get up from the bed. And damn does she look hot when she is angry.

Get your shit together dude!

"What are you talking about? I didn't send anyone," I asked completely confused about what she was saying.

"Sure you didn't," she scoffed angrily. Is she serious right now?

"Look you better drop that little attitude of yours or I swear to god imma lose my shit right this second, capisce?" I raised my voice at her clearly losing my temper right now but she didn't flinch nor show any sign of fear instead she kept a straight face ahead clearly angry at me for raising my voice at her.

"Enlighten me then," she said as she crossed her arms trying to calm down as she kept a straight face not showing any emotion. I let out a sigh.

"That guy that attacked is the one that stabbed you but you were too stubborn to notice it since you were too busy throwing punches at me like crazy. But I promise you that I never sent this guy after you nor I noticed that he even worked for me," I explained to her while she only shot daggers at me with her eyes at me but I can tell she is still processing what I just told her. It must've been my father because I never gave that order out.

"And what am I doing here half-naked?" she said raising one eyebrow at me.

"If you have missed one small tiny detail then let me remind you," I said.

"He stabbed you in the stomach idiot, how was our doctor going to stitch it for you?" I answered back.

There was one question which I was grateful she didn't ask which was, why did you bring her back to my house when I knew exactly where her house was and to be honest I had no clue how to answer it myself. And I had a final answer in my head saying I guess I won't get an answer to myself.

God, the fuck is wrong with me?

Hey guys,

Thanks so much for reading this chapter but just don't forget to vote and comment on what do you think of this story, I'd like to read your comments. Sorry that it's short but it's about to get crazy. And thanks for bearing with me and trust me when I say I promise the story is about to get way better and in the same way messier in a good way, just bare with me.

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