Ace's POV
I spent the afternoon trying to work but it was doing me no good. My mind was on Berkley, and I needed her to hear me out. I also needed to find a way for her to forgive me. I wasn't sure how yet, but I would make it happen. She was too important to just let this go. I was deep in thoughts of a way to get her to hear me out when my door opened, and Tate walked in. He was covered in blood and looked pissed.
"You've been in the basement?" I questioned him. It was stupid because I knew he had been, and I so desperately wanted to be down there with him hurting those guys that hurt Berkley, but I couldn’t just demand to go down there when he said he would handle it alone.
"Yes, those fuckers were of no use. Said some women called them from a burner phone and said they would pay
