It Was All For You, All For You And More [Vic Fuentes Book Two]

Slow conversations with a gun mean more

Did y'all like the last chapter..? Yes? No? Well, either way, I just hope you still enjoy this story all together. I honestly think that I may end up making a third book in this series, I mean, I really fucking enjoy writing it so it could work. What do you guys think? Should I just end it with this one or make a third one? Let me know please! Anyway, new chapter! I love you all :*

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~ Jay's POV ~

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." I mumbled as I was fumbling around to find my keys. "Why the fuck didn't I take up Jaime's offer?" I asked myself. "I'm a fucking moron." I mumbled.

It was two in the morning and Ace always wanted me back by eleven, before midnight. Jaime asked me if I wanted a ride, but I knew that if Ace saw a guy drop me off, he'd be pissed, and I hadn't realized that I didn't have money for a bus, and my phone had died too.

I finally unlocked the door to my apartment and the strong stench of beer filled my nostrils. I shut the door to mine and Ace's shitty apartment behind me, then I looked over at the couch and saw Ace sitting there, wide awake, and he looked pissed.

"Jay," He slurred, great, already drunk. "Why the fuck were you out so late?" He sounded pissed too.

"I was hanging out with friends," I said truthfully.

I was terrified of Ace. I was terrified of lying to him or anything.But, I was also more scared of telling anyone about how abusive he was... He had threatened to kill me if I ever told anyone...

Ace had one of those looks, where he looked sweet, he had blonde hair, a sweet, white toothed smile, he had dimples, and his eyes were a light, soft, sky blue. He was also built really well, he had a six pack and he was really strong.. That always caused the beatings to hurt more... But he always put on a mask while we were in public, he acted sweet and kind to me, but when I pissed him off or I refused to have sex with him, he would beat me, and it was awful.

"What friends?" He asked me.

"Um, Jaime, Mike, Tony, Sally, and Jordan." I said, obviously leaving out the part with me hanging out with the guy I'm technically still with.

"I told you to stop hanging out with those fucking people! Especially Mike, Jaime, and Tony!" Ace yelled at me, but I didn't flinch, I was just preparing myself for him to hit me.

"I'm sorry," I said loud enough for him to hear me. "But, Sally's my sister and Jaime's my brother, and everyone else, I've known then for around thirteen years..."

Ace didn't reply, but he stood up and pushed me into the door. I winced as my spine hit the door knob. Ace then brought his knee up to my stomach repeatedly then punched my face.

I didn't cry, I stayed strong and let the beating happen. Every time he hit me, or every time he beat me, the beatings began to hurt more and more because I wasn't eating. I was hoping that if I didn't eat, it would kill me before he would.

When Ace was done hitting me, he decided to whisper something in my ear, "I don't give a shit, now go out and buy me more beer."

He pulled away from me and sat back down on the couch, allowing me to run to our room real fast to grab a couple twenties so I could go and buy him more beer. I knew that I had to hurry, or else he'd be even more pissed at me, and I wasn't ready for another beating that night.

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I returned to the apartment with the beers foe Ace and when I entered to small place, I saw Ace drinking the last little bit out of a beer in his hand. "Oh thank God your back, I wanted some more damn beer! Luckily for me, I found one more in the fridge."