A CRIMINAL Is In Love With Me

Second tattoo.

I stared at him waiting for him to actually give me a smile and pat on my back laughing saying he's joking. But nothing happened except him staring at me waiting for an answer.

I couldn't help but laugh. I bent over clutching my stomach, my ponytail falling in my face.

When I caught my breath, he still held the same expression.

"Y-your not kidding?"

"I don't kid."

I gulped, my hands turning clammy.

"Y-you can't be serious!?" I crossed my arms, feeling a spark of boldness. "I-I don't want to kill people for a living. Seeing bodies pile up in front of me no not bring me... Pleasure!"

He stared at me with those cold unique colored eyes. I still haven't figured out what color it is. It looks like a mixture of green and yellow. A very odd but again unique combination.

"You don't have no choice Amore mio"

I became frustrated. "Stop calling me that! I don't know what that even means!" I can't tell him that it is making me feel sinful things.

"How do I not have a choice! I am not a monster like you!"

I saw his fist tightened and his eyes turn darker. His jaw twitched and he looked as if he was trying to hold back something. I instantly regretted what I said but I was too pissed off to say the two words on the tip of my tongue.

"You either train to join or you go back to the cells where you were before. This time I would allow my men to do what pleasure them and not you!"

I felt my feet take a step back. "You...You asshole!" I hissed.  I take back my apology. He's a real bloody monster!

"Join or die!"

I hated not having an option. And that wasn't a option he was giving me. An option is something as if he said I could join his bloody gang or whatever this bullshit is or I could leave and go home, without saying a word. This is like a threat!

I felt my blood boil almost to the point it might evaporate.

I won't be able to see my brothers live a happy life. I won't be able to say thank you to Michael. I won't be able to ask for forgiveness for killing my mother. Or forgiving my cold hearted father. I won't be able to see my next birthday turning 24. Having a family or getting married to the love of my life...I won't see none of it. And I just have to accept it.

"I need a answer now Amore mio!"

I glared at him and clenched my fist. "I choose..."

He looked at me. "Kill me."

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Ace Pov:

Her red hair brings out the fire within her that has yet to be lightened. Her magnificent green eyes shoots poison in every direction. She is something else and I never met a girl such as her.

Her emotions go high then low. It drives me insane. Seeing her cry breaks my heart bit by bit and I am not used to such emotion swirling inside of me. I know I have a cold hearted personality and I don't give shits on who I am putting MY bullet into as long as I am ok. 

My past is to dark and my thoughts even darker for such a angel to just float into my life. One look at her and you could fall in love. Her lips so soft looking and small. Her freckles spread across her face makes her even cuter. Its as if each freckle grows onto her skin the older she gets. Her body, I've seen better but that's what I love about it. Its not to extra and not to little. Its just right. A perfect curve in every direction and a perfect bosom to grab and perfect bust to massage and hold on to. I could see the way she looks when I do things to her in my mind. Oh how I would love to see if for real to see if my image is any right.