I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 54 - You're my fucking world.

*Author's Note: BEHOLD, the climax you've all been waiting for! Sorry it took so long! Stay blessed! :)*

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        "Ignorance is not bliss; ignorance is impotence; it is fear; it is cruelty; it is all the things that make for unhappiness." Ingrid Holtby's words couldn't have been more true that night:

~Flashback Continued~

        Ace rests against his desk while he gestures for me to take the chair. I'm instantly brought back nine years ago to the day that Mom and Luca let me in on the 'family secret.' But at least back then, I had an idea of what the conversation was going to be about. Right now, however, I have no fucking clue. All the cards lay wide open and anything is possible at this point.

        Ace clears his throat, and I wet mine with a single swallow, preparing myself for what's about to leave his mouth.

"Do you remember the morning after the very first time we slept together?" He begins, and I've yet to pick up on a single clue of where he could be going with this. "You asked me if I made a bet with my buddies regarding you." Despite my utter confusion, I still nod my head, remembering that day like it was yesterday. "Well, I told you that I had, but it was more of like an agreement and definitely not with someone who I'd consider a 'buddy.'" I furrow my eyebrows, and he thankfully continues to explain. "Now, remember the very first ATO party of the year? When we first saw each other?" I nod once again, the suspense killing me ever so slowly. "Well, that night, Ryan was there, too. He saw our encounter with the tequila shots and followed me as soon as I joined my friends again. That's when the heroin got involved. See," he breathes out, recollecting himself as he prepares to say his next words, "Ryan and I used to be part of the same gang. I had left it a while back -which I will explain more about in a minute- but Ryan remained in it. And that night, he was tasked to test out a new sample drug that their chemists have been working on. It's no secret that Ryan and I can't stand the fuck out of each other, so after seeing us together, he was hell bent on using you as one of the test subjects. There was no fucking way that I was going to let him do that, not to you or anyone else in that house that night, so he gave me an ultimatum: either I get out of his way and let him carry out his initial plan, or I hold onto a solid portion of the gang's current heroin stash for the remainder of my junior year."

He decides to take a pause there, for both himself and me, because God knows I need a minute to wrap my head around this. Sure, this piece of information explains the secret heroin, but that's about it. It still doesn't explain Ace's involvement with this supposed gang, nor how he was able to 'leave' it in the first place. No gang leader is dumb enough to let any member walk away without some type of consequence, that much I do know.

And in the midst of all of these thoughts coursing through my mind, one suddenly hits me harder than my head had hit the floor earlier.

"Hold up...did you just say that the reason you're storing this shit underneath your bed is because of me?" When he doesn't respond, his silence still gives me the answer that I need, but not at all the one I want to hear. "Why would you do that, you idiot? You didn't even know me at the time!"

"What can I say? Your drinking skills impressed me," he answers with a smirk as if this is the most normal thing in the world, and although I don't believe in any form of violence -unless it's self-defense- the only thing I can do at the moment is nurple him. "Fuck, Lola!" He jolts up with a hiss, rubbing against his nipple to ease the pain. "Why the fuck would you do that?"

"And what exactly do you expect me to do, Ace? I just found out that not only is my boyfriend in a gang, but he's been keeping stashes of heroin in his house for the entire school year all because of me! I know how you feel about that shit, yet you did it to protect me without even knowing me. How the fuck do you think it makes me feel knowing that I indirectly got you into this mess?"