Ace's POV
As soon as she opened the door to the club, I knew this wasn't going to end well. I'd seen the same look in a lot of the older gang member's eyes, the one's my father used as his personal assassins. It was a look that told you they'd disconnected with the world.
I locked the door and followed her into the club and watched as the knife dripped a trail of blood back to the bar. In front of the bar was a chair and tied to it was not the prettiest of sights and by the look in her eyes, she was nowhere near finished with this poor fucker. I turned and leant against the bar to get a better look at the arsehole that had tried to kidnap my woman and I couldn't help feeling proud at the way she could obviously take care of herself. Note to self: never get on her bad side!
The arsehol
