Ace of Spades.
Chapter Two.
Spades Pov:
I had one objective—get into the hall and shoot. Simple. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing ever goes wrong when I’m involved, but no, everything was about to go terribly wrong. Walking down the aisle was Nina, and by her side was the Boss, her father, my adopted father.
Why does he want me to kill the Prince Charming who is about to marry his daughter? The thought nearly made my ears ring again, but my job wasn’t to ask questions. It was to carry out my orders as they had been given.
Blending in with the overly dressed guests, I snuck into the back rooms. It wasn’t long before I spotted him, a cigarette in hand, gazing over the horizon from the balcony where he stood.
What is this? The last smoke before I’m hitched? I wondered as I approached him. There was no reason to get this close, none whatsoever, yet my legs kept moving until I was standing right behind him, my pistol in hand, aimed at the back of his head.
“You’re the most clumsiest assassin I’ve ever seen,” A baritone voice floated into my ears, and my breath caught in my throat. Not the usual ‘breath catching in the throat’ type, this was literal. I began to cough, struggling to breathe and swallow.
Fuck me.
The gun slipped from my grasp as I fought for air. What in the actual hell? The sound of my gun clicking and then pointing back at me seemed to do the trick because suddenly I could breathe again, and I had stopped coughing.
Fucking Fantastic.
“If you’re gonna shoot me, then do it now,” I muttered, holding his gaze as I fought to remain composed. I mustn’t reveal that not only had I, for the first time in my life, screwed up my mission, but I was also scared for my life.
Screw me.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” he asked, the gun still firmly aimed at my forehead while his other hand held the cigarette, which he smoked with ease. I had heard of him, I knew who he was, but standing so close to him, I could see how powerful and carefree he truly was.
“Who kills a man on his wedding day?” he muttered after taking a drag.
“Well, technically, you’re still alive,” I shot back forcefully.
“Only because the clumsy oaf of an assassin couldn’t do his job right.” He taunted, and I hissed in response. “Seriously, this is what? The fourth time you’ve attempted?” he said, sounding so bored I nearly fell asleep.
“Fourth?” I asked, confused about what he was talking about.
He laughed and shook his head, his fingers dancing over the trigger. “First, I spotted you in my dressing room. Then I saw you hovering like death behind me and my father-in-law. Then I saw you again at the packing garage, and now here!” He flicked the trigger, and I flinched. One mistake, and I’d be dead.
Fuck, I had no idea he had been watching.
“If I shoot you, would you die?” he teased, and I rolled my eyes at him.
“No, I wouldn’t. I’d morph into a zombie and chew your brains out!” I snapped back, and then…
Bang!
When I awoke, I felt woozy, blood trickling down my forehead and onto my nose and lips. My movements were shaky, and when I found a mirror in the other room, I saw my reflection—I looked like shit.
Fuck!
My gun was gone too. This couldn’t be happening to me. The Boss would be more than disappointed. I hadn’t failed this badly since I was sixteen.
“Shit, the wedding!” I mumbled as I staggered out of the room, down the hallway, and into the elevator. The ride down was filled with my head pounding and my vision blurring. I made my way to my car, grabbed another gun, and this time, I was determined to finish the job. I entered the hall where the wedding was in session, and Nina was saying her vows. My gaze landed on the smug look on the idiot's face, and I bit back a groan.
Once Nina finished her vows, he began to recite his, sounding like he was reading a poem to a group of disinterested onlookers. There was no emotion in his vows, no dedication. He was merely playing a role—one that was expected of him. The same role I should be playing myself.
When he finished his vows, his gaze locked onto mine, holding it. I couldn’t look away. I saw his tongue flicker out and smoothly brush past his bottom lip, and then...
Wink.
Did he just fucking wink at me?
“Fuckhead!” I muttered, rolling my eyes at my own choice of curse words. Fuckhead? That doesn’t even make any sense.
I had no idea when the vows ended or when the marriage was joined. The next thing I noticed was him stalking toward me, that same infuriating smugness on his face as he approached like a predator chasing its prey, moving without any sense of haste, as if he were certain I wouldn’t run.
“Stay,” he muttered. I didn’t hear him, but I read the words as they rolled off his lips.
Stay? What am I, a puppy? I began to take slow steps back, away from the people, and when my back hit the wall, I saw him mutter again.
“Game over.”
Trapped between the wall and the man who now stood before me, I panted like a caged animal.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teased, leaning forward, his nose brushing over the still-bleeding wound on my face. He inhaled deeply. “Hmm, smells delicious.” His tongue flicked out and grazed over the bruise, and he licked my blood.
I should have shoved him away. I should have punched a hole into his own head, but I just stood there, rooted to the ground like a stubborn stem.
“You always seem to have something to say. I swear this is the first time I’ve seen you at a loss for words, and I don’t think I like this version of you. I prefer the chatty little brat!” His tongue flicked over my bruise again, and then he leaned forward, pressing his lower half into mine.
That had better be my gun pressing against me. The thought crossed my mind before I even registered it.
“I promise you, that isn’t your gun,” he said, as if reading my thoughts. “And your blood? So tasty, Puppy. I want more of it.” He lapped at the bruises again, and I felt a sting when his teeth grazed roughly over the surface.
It turned me on because my shaft jolted in excitement, and my entire body shuddered like I had a fever.
“Hmm, Puppy, you’re so fucking irresistible,” he pressed deeper into me, his lower half brushing against me, and then…
“Nghhh!” The moan spilled from my lips before I could react, and he immediately pressed his hands into my chest, pinning me flat against the wall. He rubbed himself harder against me. If my vision had blurred before, now I was completely blind.
“Moan for me again, Puppy!” He bit my wound, and once more, a whimper escaped my lips. He groaned, “Fuck!” Grabbing my hand, he pulled me down the hall and into the nearby elevator. As the doors slammed shut, he lifted me and slammed me against the walls, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist before I could process my actions.
The world around us blurred. His hands slipped under my shirt, grasping my chest and squeezing hard. His fingers pinched my nipples, sending ripples of moans and whimpers through me. With each sound I made, he grew more frantic… more possessive.
He pressed himself into me, his lips finding my neck and biting down hard.
“Please!” I begged, overwhelmed. I couldn’t take any more; I was melting, my body heating up, consumed by desire for him… craving more.
He ripped my shirt open, the force causing my chest to bounce. I caught a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“I can’t… I fucking can’t stand it anymore…” he muttered, as if battling himself.
I felt the same way. I wanted him so badly that my entire being ached for more.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.
“Ace?” a voice called from the other side. He turned sharply, and I followed suit.
Standing in the doorway were Nina and her father, the man who adopted me, my Boss.
Fuck.