Killing For Ace Hernandez ✓

A/N: Okay, i am not repeating myself again. I did not delete the chapters purposefully! My computer is buggy and decided instead of publishing it would delete the entire thing. So, the plot may be changing, having the fact that I was not even happy with it to begin with. So yes, I do suggest re-reading from the beginning because it is going to be different. And, the chapters are going to be longer! I know some of you are angry, trust me, I am angrier! I did not save any of my work, like I said, I work on ideas. Please, respect the fact I am trying to publish many chapters along with my exams and my a-levels. Thank you for you current support. Chapter One: Memories Guilt. The knife pierced his heart, his eyebrows rose as the small fragile droplets of tears graze my cheeks. His eyes, hazel. The colour of oak, the meaning of love, the sight of regret. I notice his crisp white shirt being stained by crimson liquid; it travels throughout the cotton faster than a shark after its prey. “I had no choice,” I whisper. “Everyone has a choice; you picked your one.” I am always told what the colour red symbolises, and to my extraordinary intelligence, red is luck, red is romance, red is hearth and home. “I’m so sorry, I-I am so sorry.” He chuckles softly, his hands pressing against the side of my cheeks. His lips press softly against my own, padlocking the last ounce of love he had for me. “Non scusarti mai, perché tutto ciò che farei è perdonare senza motivo.” His forehead rested on my own, before his weight crumbles into my arms. [Do not ever apologize, because all I would do is forgive you for no reason.] I wanted to take his hands, and make whatever I did right, but the moment he collapsed to the ground, his eyes, they were no longer the colour of hazel, they disappeared. I drop besides him, grabbing onto his head as I settle it down onto my lap. Guilt is a matter of balance. When you need to feel guilty it will show you how to become a better person, less rotten, healthier. When you go too far with guilt it becomes as a heavy bag you were supposed to put down once you'd learned whatever it came to teach you. Forgiving yourself is necessary to enable further personal growth. This is being human. This is how we are wired. How I was wired. But, we have gone to far into the future, let me take you back to the present, where I decided to agree on Ace taking me far away to Italy. Only, for his words, to protect me. And, myself, an unemployed florist owner, now running away from her own father, her ex-fiancé who I have just found out to be working in the Greek Mafia and the failed experiment of running away from a man I said ‘I love you too’ only to find out he worked for the Mafia to. Actually, let me add the word, owned. Yes, he owned the Mafia, the man before me is the richest man to be living. My life after I met him, fell, it fell into pieces. Some survived, some shattered. "You did a good thing." He answers, his hands reaching for my arm before I pull him away. Unable to have his hold onto me, he steps back, mostly in shock, but what should he expect after threatening to end my life? "Don't touch me Hernandez." I whisper, my hands tightly wrapped around Roses head as I pressed her against my shoulders, to remove her sight of the man before me. "I am not going to touch you; I shall keep a distance if it makes you feel comfortable." "It would make me feel safe, I do not feel safe nor do I feel comfortable around you." He gives a slight nod; I saw a slight shift rush through his eyes before he blinks it away. He gives a courted signal to the security as he begins walking, I do nothing but follow after him. I look at Rose for a slight second to see her fast asleep. I throw her hood over her head to cover any of them from seeing her. Ace trails down the airport, where people stared but none involved themselves. I pace behind Ace silently, after a few moments, we reach the business class entrance, the security guard was about to stop us before landing his eyes on Ace Hernandez. He nods his head as we stroll inside. We then reached a luxurious zone. We settle down in the far corner, Rose sat onto my lap slightly awake now as I stroke her head. It turns out to be a restaurant. I don't look that presentable but I didn't care. I see food being placed down onto tables by waiters and immediately forgot to ask Mia if she has eaten. "Are you hungry?" I whisper into her ears as I tie her golden curls back into a ponytail. She nods her head as she leans back against my chest. "She's hungry, can you order her something to eat please?" I ask, unbothered to get up and leave her with Ace. Mostly because my trust for him has failed deeply. "Of course, what would she want?" I look down at the menu, the brown and beige coloured words repeating all types of coffee. I continue stroking her hair, just how she likes it as she plays with my own. Probably chewing on it. "Pasta?" I ask her, she raises her head, her blue eyes looking directly into my own before shaking her head 'no'. "What do you want to eat, Rose?" She bites onto her lips as she shrugs her shoulder before saying: "C-can we have Grandma Mia's spaghetti?" "No, Grandma Mia isn't here but we can get you some pasta with sauce and some cheese, then if you eat it all we can get bubble-gum ice cream." She nods her head before getting back to playing with my hair, Ace takes the initiative and calls out for a waitress. The waitress stops by and greets Ace. “Mr Hernández, what can I get for you?” The waiter asks, a towel slung over her arm along with a note pad and pen in both hands. "Do you want anything?" "No, thank you." I returned. "I know you have not eaten Arabella; you need to eat; it is needed for the baby." I don't answer as I continue bumping my knee up and down. "Two red sauced Pasta with cheese and waters, bottle, expensive." The waiter nods her head, asking for anything else but Ace dismisses her asking to be quick. The tension was risen high, but I decided to break it. “I am not doing this for you, I am doing this to protect Rose from her father,” “I understand.” “All the feelings we have had, do not exist no more.” “I understand.” He repeats, unphased. I peep at Rose, to find her sleeping once again, what did I expect grabbing her from her bed time. “I thought you loved me, yet you were so quick to hold a gun to my own head. If I was not pregnant, you would have killed me, because of Omerta?” As the words were being released from my mouth, I have just realised how much pain this man has caused me. A man I love, as much as I told myself to remove all the feelings, it was easier said than done. “I take my job seriously,” “Seriously enough, you would take a mother away from her own child.  Why is this child so important to you?" I decide to question. “It is the heir to a powerful Mafia.” That was it. “Not because you are the father of the child? Not because you are having a son or a daughter? Because it is an heir to a mafia. What kind of father would you be if that is all you care about?” “A strong father,” “Strong? I see a weak man, following his father’s footsteps.” “Do not speak to me in such manner, Arabella.” He spoke, calmly. “What are you going to do Ace? Shoot me?” “Enough, after eating you will make your way to the plane,” The waiter comes without food, I pull out a chair for Rose to sit on and she does. She smiles happily, grabbing her fork before saying thank you to the waiter. Rose happily feeds herself, playing with the food at the same time. I decide not to eat, pushing my plate away from in front of me. “Arabella, eat your food.” “Stop speaking to me like I am a child, I am not hungry.” “For the baby.” “I don’t want it. I don’t want the child and you know exactly why, how can you put me through such a disgusting thing? You are just like him.” “I am not your father.” He adds on. “Oh, really? Because you’re acting like him.” I pick my fork up, playing around with my food. The chair before me creaks as I see Ace make his way away from the both of us and towards the corner, where stood Rodrigues and another man I remember for his name to be Marco. "I used to come here all the time., when my parents got into their stupid argument. When I felt alone, nothing is going my way...everything is get-getting ruined because of my f*****g idiocy. I can't blame anyone but myself." I feel him settle besides me; we both stare at the stars above us. "That was the first time I have ever heard you swear." He mutters surprised, I laugh shaking my head as I turn to face him. "I do swear, you know." "I do not, but now I do." He alleged. I pick myself up, removing his shirt as I throw it onto the ground. I slip of my skirt and begin walking towards the water. "Arabella?"  It hits my feet, sucking me in as I go in deeper. I then fall backwards, wetting my entire body. I stay underwater for a bit. Allowing it to drink me in. That's when I feel an arm wrap around my waist pulling me back onto the surface. "Are you stupid?" He stated, I push my wet sticky hair back as I wipe my face. My fluttering eyelashes meet those hazel eyes. Before they dazed down into his wet suit. The way it clung onto every muscle on his body. This man was seriously Gods favourite. The inked tattoos were being shown. "You ruined your expensive suit for me." I whisper, only noticing how close we were. "Well, I took the blazer off," What could have had happened? That made him switch. "We can shower together..." I whisper. "You are getting cheekier every day." "I know," I bite onto my lips, I press them against his lips before a bright light flashes in my closed eyes, I opened them to reveal a storm of paparazzi screaming. Ace grabs onto my hands and pulls me out of the screaming reporters. We look at how far the car was before I pull him behind me, we sprint away from the paparazzi. He keeps up with me and the moment I enter the alley way, I push him against the wall, pull his hood over enough to cover our faces as I smash my lisp against him. "Where did they go?" I feel his hands go to my ass as he slowly grabs onto it. I never broke our kiss. "Over there!" They run past us. I pulled away from the kiss. "I think they are gone- "I was dragged back; Ace's hands were on the back of my neck as he continues sucking onto my lips. I allow him entry to my tongue as they dance perfectly against each other. My fingers play with his belt buckle as I turn my head side ways to allow him to deepen the kiss. "You make me go crazy." He mumbles. "Good." So fast, over something so little. "No, no Ace-please, you don't have to do this...I thought you love me." To say fear was my only feeling, it was. Not only because I didn't want to die and Rose. But because I seriously had feelings for Ace. "Ace, I know you are not a killer. I'm sorry for saying those things, I really am. I was just afraid. But I know you won't hurt me, because you are not that man people describe. I have been here with you, I know you. I know who you are. And this is not him, because you wouldn't hurt me. You love me." I whisper as I slowly slide of the bed, I stroll towards him, the gun in his hands as I rest my hands on his arms. "Please, do not make me fear you. Do not make me hate you. For the first time, do the right thing Ace. No one knows I know; I won't tell anyone because I love you. I love you and you love me..." He gulps as my hands slide down to the gun in his reach. I unwrap his fingers and once I do, the gun drops to the floor. I release a breath of air as I rest my forehead onto his chest. Finally, being able to breathe, I take this moment, as reassurance that nothing was going to happen to me. And nothing did. "I love you." I whisper, even though, even though I was about to die a few minutes ago, that all changed with words that left my mouth. And it worked. Because I did love him as much as I hate to admit. "I did not mean to scare you, I apologise." I hear him force out. "You owe me a new phone." "I love you Arabella but I do not trust you." And in the end, I realised no matter how much history we had shared, there was never going to be a future.