12. ACE
Chapter twelve
ACE
A fter finally calming Emma down, she finally went to fucking sleep. This girl is fucking crushed by her father, or whatever fucking happened tonight, she won't fucking tell me what happened before I found her, and I know she's hiding something.
I lay here in bed with her wrapped in my arms, her head buried in my chest, just below my chin, my phone pings, and I can't ignore it.
I've been waiting for my men to update me.
Not wanting to move, scared to wake her, I slowly inch my arm from under her, before scooting over, sitting up at the edge of the bed, reaching for my phone.
Reading a message from Caz, that he is here, and has a present for me.
A grin twists from my lips, before replying I will meet him in our questioning room .
A little more than a questioning room though, more like a fucking torture room where I plan to handle some questioning my way.
I stand from the bed and slid my pants on and make my way to the door.
Looking back at her, I see her stir in the bed; Fuck.
She looks up, the light from the fire glistening in her eyes before her words barely come out in a raspy whisper.
“Where are you going?” I sit next to her, putting my hand on her back, I say.
“I need to speak with Caz, I'll be right back, stay here and rest.”
She lets out a sigh. “Okay.” My head jerks back, shocked with her compliance, before I lean down as my hand slides up, entangling in her hair as I grip her head, pressing her lips to my hungry lips, she moans against my lips; Fucking Christ. As soon as her lips part, my tongue is down her throat, she moans again, and I pull back, whispering on her lips.
“You keep that up, I'm not going anywhere.” She smiles against my lips before her words come out in a whisper, but full of need.
“Then don't go.” My dick jumps in my pants, wanting my sweet little pussy wrapped around it, but I have to handle this first, and then I will fill her pussy with my cock until she is left dripping with my cum.
Swallowing down my need for her, I kiss her again before I stand.
“When I get back, baby, we can do whatever you want, but stay here and get some rest while I'm gone.
“I'll be waiting.” She lays her head back down before she closes her eyes and I grab my shirt, putting it on as I walk to the door, looking back at her again, before I open the door and walk out.
Christ that girl does some wild shit to my heart and my cock.
Adjusting myself, trying to calm my raging boner down as I walk down the hallway.
Walking into our torture room, a twisted laugh barks from my throat when my eyes land on Rocco, Charles' righthand man.
“I've waited for this fucking day.” Rocco looks up at my words, before his words bark from his mouth.
“Fuck You!” He spits, watching it land at my feet, I look up.
Red flashes before my eyes, charging him as my fist connects with his jaw in a brutal blow, blood flying from his mouth as his head snaps to the side.
“You want to play games, I love playing games.” I say with a crazed laugh to my tone, my darkest side consuming me, ready to rip Rocco apart.
“Where is Charles?” My words are laced with venom as they hiss from my tongue, before Rocco laughs. “You think I'm telling you anything?”
I walk to the table, looking at my selection of knives, ready to start playing games my way.
Picking a nice long sharp knife, I walk back to Rocco who is tied at my mercy, a deep chuckle rumbles up my chest, as I roll the point of the blade against the tip of my pointer finger.
“I'm a dead man whether I tell you or not. So just kill me and get it over with.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but you would die faster if you tell me where Charles is.” I joke.
“You can suck my dick like I made Emma do tonight!” My eyes shoot open as my heart slams against my chest, bile rises to my throat.
“Oh, she didn't tell you. Oh we had fun until she got her hand free and shot me and Charles. Fucking Bitch!” Dropping the blade I charge him before I'm on top of him landing punches, one after the other, his head snapping back and forth from every left and right hook my fist lands to his face.
“I'm going to enjoy watching the life slowly leave your body.” I roar before, I pull myself off him.
I'm not done playing with him yet, and I want him awake for this fucking shit.
Picking up the blade, I slice a trail down his thigh.
Following the path his main artery should lay, pressing deep as the blood pours from his skin.
He begins to squirm causing me to press even harder.
Rocco roars, his head falling back before it snaps back up and he stares me in the eyes, a smirk toying on his face.
“What is his plan?”
Rocco spits the blood from his mouth at my feet again.
So I repeat my steps, slicing another trail down his other thigh, following the path of his main artery, the blood pouring from his body in the path left behind the knife.
Squirming beneath the blade, the thought of this mother fucker having his dick sucked by her makes me fucking cringe, what the fuck else did he do to her.
Rocco hisses his words from his throat with a pained, panted tone.
“You know you fucked everything up. All she had to do was be a good girl, go to Luca, and be his little whore until she gave him enough Heirs, run his drugs and she could have had a little better life than his slaves, but would always be his whore.” My hand holding the knife thrusts into his stomach, as I stare into his eyes with my blurred vision, the words spit from my mouth.
“I will cut you from the inside out an-” The door slams shut, and her voice roars from her mouth. “HE'S MINE!”
I rip the knife from Rocco's stomach, blood pooling around his chair. I turn around in horror that she is seeing this side of me, but when I look in her eyes, there's a dangerous desire in them.
“Baby Girl, I thought I told you to stay in bed.” I watch her walk around the room, her eyes strained on Rocco before she lifts herself up onto the edge of the table and crosses her legs, looking up to me with heavy seductive eyes.
“Well, I was bored, and you were taking too long so I came looking.
And I'm glad I did, looks like you're having fun without me?” She lifts a brow with her last words and my dick jumps in my pants; I don't know why, but this is turning me the fuck on.
She sits on the edge of the table, only wearing her skimpy little lingerie, looking fucking hot as hell, just ready, waiting for me to devour her, as she seductively looks in my eyes, before she says.
“I want to have some fun too, and I have a little pay back to give.
Don't I Rocco?” She snaps her gaze over to Rocco, watching them go from that beautiful light to a darkness I've never seen before, which causes my lips to twist into a smirk. Oh, this should be interesting.
EMMA
I stare into Rocco's eyes, flashbacks of everything this man has done to me flooding my mind like a tsunami, wave after wave.
“As long as I get to look at that fucking sexy body of your's going down memory lane, I'll play.” Ace lands a brutal bone cracking punch to Rocco's jaw, snapping his head to the side.
A dangerous laugh barks from my throat. But Ace's eyes narrow in on me in a deathening stare, as his words roar from his mouth. “Did you suck his dick tonight?”
I bark a laugh as I hop down off the table and walk over to Ace, looking up at him as my hand trails down his chest in a slow seductive way.
“Baby, he wishes.” I look over to Rocco and hiss the words from my lips.
“You've wanted this ass for years but knew you could never have it, so you found other ways to do things didn't you Rocco?” Ace growls beside me as Rocco smirks, blood flows out of his body in a nice slow trickle, prolonging his inevitable death, but I plan to have my own fun as well.
I look back up to Ace before my words come out devious.
“This will be fun, take a trip down memory lane with me.
It'll be worth it, I promise.” Ace's lips curl into a sinful smirk before he leans down, his hand snakes around my waist, sliding his hand over my bare ass, before squeezing hard as he whispers in my ear.
“Why is this turning me on having you in here, joining me?” I smile, before I whisper against his cheek.
“Because when we get done here, you're going to take me back to our room and fuck me until I can't take it anymore.” A deep primal growl rumbles up his chest, his hand around my ass tightens in a possessive grip, the tips of his fingers pulling my pussy apart with his grip, sending a jolt straight down between my legs.
I dip my head and nip at his neck, before I pull away from his grasp, turning my attention on Rocco.
“Ready to go down memory lane, Rocco?” He snarls, looking into his eyes that are starting to get heavy, the blood pooling around the chair he sits in.
“Fuck you, Emma, do your worst you little bitch.” I say in a playful, sinful, way.
“Okay.” I walk to the table that has different size knives and I select my blade with a very nice sharp edge to it that will make my cut clean for what is in my twisted psychotic mind right now.
“Do you remember when I was 14, and I got in trouble at school and dad sent you to come get me?”
“Yes?”
“Of course you do. That's the day you dragged me by my hair into the house before you threw me into the dungeon for two days.”
“Those were your father's orders!” He barks out and I just laugh. “But was it his order to come into that dungeon and try to rape me?”
I raise the knife, before swinging it down, slicing over his fingers, cutting them off. Blood sprays to the floor and Rocco squirms in pain.