Finding Ace (Book 3)

Chapter 14. Dreams

Ace

Some part of me knew that It was a dream. I had this dream for a long time. However, this dream meant something else entirely when I had it before. There was no sound or movement on the street except for Aria, walking away from me. She threw her head back and laughed. Even when I had been trying to kill her, I found her laugh so appealing. It used to confuse me, but now I understood it.

It was like a part of me always knew she was more than a target. I couldn't count the times I asked Bohai if I had met her before. He told me she had been my target for years because she killed my sister. One thing Bohai never mentioned was that the Chinese and Latin Kings did business.

Something about the dream was different. The location changed. Suddenly we were on the beach, and Aria walked away from me as usual. Usually, I couldn't catch up to her, but in this dream, I did. I spun her around and pulled her into me.

A smile spread across her lips when I caught her. She threw her arms around my neck, stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.

Everything disappeared again, including Aria.

I stood in the corner of an unfamiliar bedroom. A man sat on the edge of a bed wearing nothing but shorts.

"What the fuck?" My voice came out shaky and distant.

The man didn't answer me. He couldn't hear me. The man that sat on the edge of the bed is me, but somehow not me. He is different from how I am. I could tell from the look on his face. I knew it by the way he held himself. He was wiser than I am. He knew things that I didn't.

Curiously, I gazed around the room. There was a balcony off of the bedroom and three white wooden doors. There were huge windows that lined the back wall that I stood against. The ocean crashed against the rocks outside.

Am I in a beach house?

A door opened up across from where the man on the bed sat. Every muscle in my body went rigid. I prepared myself for something bad, an enemy, perhaps. Danger was the only thing I knew or understood. However, it wasn't anything dangerous like I suspected.

Aria stood in the door frame. My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard at the sight of her. I couldn't describe or understand the feeling because I never felt it before.

Am I nervous? How many times have I thought about seeing her naked? Is this a sex dream? I raised my eyebrows, and my lips parted.

The man on the bed didn't look remotely nervous. He smiled when he saw her. "Bebita, so beautiful," he said to her. He beckoned to her like he knew her.

What the fuck is a bebita? A different kind of emotion ran through me that I couldn't describe. My pulse quickened, and my stomach turned. My nostrils flared, and I glared at the man. Suddenly, I realized the emotion I felt was jealousy. How could I be jealous of myself? It's not as if she is with another man. The man on the bed is me, but also not me. I'm jealous because he experienced her in ways that I hadn't.

The man turned his head and looked back at me. Aria didn't look at me. She didn't move. It was as if someone hit a pause button. It was strange like suddenly, he could see me. The man on the bed disappeared, and I was the one sitting before her.

A small smile played on her lips as she moved closer to me. My heart pounded against my ribs as she untied the robe. My breath caught in my throat, and I sat perfectly still. I didn't know what to do. She stopped in front of me. I looked into her eyes as she let the robe slip off her shoulders.

The air escaped my lungs. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She bit her lip and crawled onto my lap. My hands gripped her hips, and it somehow felt real. Her skin was soft, and it burned against mine.