Rachel’s POV
So how long had he been part of the club with Scar?
I lay beside Ace on his bed, the mattress dipping under our combined weight, and took a sip from the vodka bottle before passing it back to him. Getting to know each other better had been his idea, and somehow that had led to us stretched out like this, talking quietly while the house settled around us.
“s**t, almost twenty years now.”
I blinked and turned my head slightly toward him.
“How old are you?”
“Almost forty.”
I scoffed and shook my head.
“You look like a damn baby, for f**k’s sake. Look at your face.”
Ace really did look nothing like a man pushing forty. He was tall, about six‑three, with a solid build that leaned more athletic than bulky. His skin was smooth, almost unfairly so, giving him that baby‑faced
