7. EMMA #2
The game comes to an end and my father shoots out of his seat before storming away, without a word. Leaving me grinning to myself.
When Caz comes over and whispers in Ace's ear, I know he is about to take Ace's attention from me and it is my time to make a run for it. Sliding my hand in my purse, I text Zee to pick me up at the casino back door, and he immediately replies back.
“Stay with Caz, I have to check on something.” Ace demands and I place a kiss to his cheek before I stand allowing him to stand from the chair, before he walks away.
“I'm going to use the restroom, if you'll excuse me, Caz. ”
He looks at me with a deep questioning look, knowing I have gotten away from him before, but then he nods and I walk to the restroom with him following not far behind me.
Getting to the restroom, I stall, hoping Caz won't be outside the door. I finally emerge, poking my head out of the door, seeing he is not there, so I make a run for it.
Ace is going to kill me for this, but I'm not going to be a caged Queen, racing is my life, not this fucking casino, or my duties as a Mafia Heiress.
I fly out the back door, and there she is, my black beauty glistens off the lights, shining like she should, which brings a smile to my face, before Zee gets out of the car. “Let's go girl.”
I walk around to the driver's side, my hand wraps around the door handle, opening the door, stepping in when I hear the back door to the casino slam shut. When my eyes snap up. “What did I fucking say?” Ace growls.” I lift a brow.
“And what did I say?” He goes to take a step towards me and I drop down into my car.
“EMMA DON'T!” He orders me in a vicious growl while my window slides down.
I look up at Ace with furrowed brows. “I'm sorry but…” my wicked diva smile breaks across my face before the words roll off my tongue, “Catch me if you can.”
“EMMA GET THE FUCK OUT OF THAT CAR!” He yells over my reaving motor. My hand slides down to my gear shifter, putting it in first and I let off the clutch and peel wheels out of there, knowing Ace was about to rip me from my car.
God it feels so good to be in this car, the vibration of the motor sending a beautiful hum throughout, easing my mind.
Before I take the turn out of the alleyway, I look back at Ace and he is fuming, until I see him take off running back into the casino, and I'm gone, knowing he is most likely going to come for me and probably, oh no, not probably, he is going to and be fucking enraged with anger that I ran off.
I know I'm putting myself in danger, but I've always put myself in danger.
My whole life has been wrapped in dangerous shit, so why is this any different, but now the regret is settling in.
I shouldn't have done this to Ace. I just broke his trust, but damn it I just need some air to myself and fill my soul with speed, so I am doing that, knowing I may not be driving much after this.
ACE
I’m filled with dangerous rage that has overtaken my mind by her sneaking off.
I run into the casino to get Caz who should have been fucking watching her.
I thought I could trust her, I thought we made it clear how dangerous everything is right now, but fuck, that car is going to get her killed.
She keeps slipping by Caz and it's really starting to get under my fucking skin.
I'm trying to keep her fucking ass safe and I'm pretty sure this is a fucking set up, I feel it and I know it deep in my soul.
“CAZ!”
“Sir, she-” I throw my hand up, stopping him, before my words dangerously roar from my throat. “Get the men and go to the mountains, I'll meet you there.” Caz nods before he hurries away and I head to the garage to get into my car.
Walking through the hallway, my blood boils over in my veins, my fucked up thoughts flood my mind, thinking of Emma getting hurt, or even worse, taken. My hands form into fists at my sides before one connects with the wall, going through, leaving a hole in its path.
FUCK!
The Devil is rising in me, and I'm not sure I will be able to control this much longer.
This is exactly why I had that bracelet made with a tracker in it, knowing I will have to fight with her if I try to cage her, she's not a girl to cage.
Emma's a little bad girl, enjoys defying me when I told her not to race, but she fucking did it anyways with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile that could kill.
Then her little games of saying she enjoys pain with pleasure, alright Baby Girl, let's play some games, you think you can handle me. Well let's just see if you can, because you are making me loose control of my darkest fucking desires Baby Girl.
I drop into my car and speed off, heading for the mountains hopefully to stop her from racing or worse, someone gets their hands on her, making me drive even faster.
Pulling up to the race, I see her standing by her car, the smile that she carries on her face causes the anger to subside for a fraction of a second until my body is laced with anger all over again.
Staying in my car, my eyes search the crowd, finding Caz, then picking out each of my men as they hide amongst the crowd.
I sit back and let her have her fun once more before, I make a decision to hide that fucking car from her, if I can't get her to stop running from me.
I know I might be fucking up any chance I have of actually making this marriage real, but I don't give a fuck, she can hate me for it, I will at least know she is safe.
Watching her every move from a distance, like a lion hunting his fucking prey, I notice Zee come up to her, knowing he's probably telling her it's time to race.
So I start my car and head to the finish line so I can wait for my wife, my Queen, the one who thinks it is fun to play her Catch Me games.
When I get my hands on her, she will soon realize, I will always catch her.