Ace’s POV
I zipped down the empty street, the city stretched out and quiet at this hour, streetlights flashing past me in streaks of yellow and white. The engine roared beneath me as I pushed my bike harder, the cool night air cutting through my jacket and pressing against my chest. Scar had given me an address and a job to do, and I planned to get it done fast so he could rest.
He needed it.
His tumor was growing rapidly. Too rapidly. He needed treatment now, before it was too late. He could have been in remission already if he had not been such a stubborn f**k when he first found out he had cancer a few months back. I tried to convince him. God knows I tried. Chemo, radiation, anything. But he refused. Flat out.
I was hoping Rachel would be enough of a reason for him to finally chang
