Jayla's POV
Ace and I are now walking along the beach his fingers lace through mine. He brought me to a restaurant earlier which at first I wasn't okay with. I didn't want him spending too much money on just a date but he left no room for arguments. I was having an amazing time and he was truly a gentleman. No one would've believed he's a cold, heartless drug lord.
"Why did you choose to come to the beach?" I asked looking up at him
"It's relaxing and we can talk without any interruptions" he said. He was now wearing a white T-shirt that fit his body perfectly and a navy blue cargo shorts.
"Talk about?" I asked
"You haven't really tell me much about your father. You know how you mentioned he's dead but never a how" he said. I bit down on my bottom lip nervously then looked up at him.
