Ace’s POV
Listening to bones splinter beneath my fist is like music to my f*****g ears.
Drops of blood glide down my cheek, landing on my bare arm as it hurdles toward the man’s f****d up face. The blow is sickening to my ears, followed by a deep groan. Again, hearing someone in pain because of me is something I could listen to all damn day.
“Please… stop.” His breaths are labored, the syllables cracking slightly. His shaved head is slick with blood and sweat. “It wasn’t… my fault.”
I exhale a sharp breath and stand back, admiring my handiwork. The skin around his eyes is swollen to the point I’m sure I look like a blurry blob, and bruises are starting to form on his cheekbones which I’m sure are shattered inside his skull. Blood, both dry and fresh, litters his face.
He looks lik
