Page 10 of Ace's Ascension

“Are you OK?” I ask.

“I’m fine. Are you?” Liz gently touches my face and I close my eyes from the contact.

Fuck, this isn’t what I wanted to show Liz. I don’t want her to be scared of me in any way, but by the way she’s watching me, I don’t think she is. I think she’s intrigued. I follow her into her tiny bedroom and look around. She has some weird doll shit on a stand in the corner along with some incense and candles. There are skulls and crossbones scattered about on a weird looking board and some cards. I go to touch one of the skulls and Liz swipes them away with her hand and puts them in a black bag.

“Don’t touch them, you’ll curse yourself if you don’t know what you’re doing,” Liz says gathering the cards and putting them inside the bag.

“What is all of this?”

Liz hesitates before answering. “Have you ever heard of spiritual folkways and liturgical languages” I shake my head no. “Research it before I tell you anymore.” She walks away into the bathroom and ends that conversation.

What the fuck is spiritual folkways and liturgical languages? Is she some kind of demonic princess or something? It doesn’t matter to me what she is or what she believes. I just know I want her with me for as long as she’ll have me.

Chapter Six

Liz

Holy shit. Ace just knocked out my manager in one punch. What in the actual hell just happened? One minute Ace is kissing me and making my head spin. The next, my manager, Joe, from the nightclub just waltzed right into my apartment and Ace knocked his ass out. I mean Joe did have it coming, I just wish it was me who hit him and not Ace. I don’t want Ace to get into any trouble over me. He looked hot as hell when he landed that punch and I swear my panties melted right off my body.

We’re now in my bedroom and he’s looking at all the stuff my Memaw gave me before she died. He doesn’t look worried, just curious. Which is a relief for me. If Ace was freaked out, then he would have to leave. I will never deny my heritage over some guy again. I did that once and lost one of the best people in the world. I will never, ever do it again. This is who I am, take it or leave it.

“I appreciate what you did for me and what you’re saying, but I’m still not going with you, Ace.” I gather all my things, including the stuff my Memaw gave me and stuff them into their bag away from prying eyes.

Ace is right. This apartment is a shithole, but it was working for now. For some reason, I feel safer with Ace than here alone. I’m not telling him that right away and I’m not leaving. He needs to understand I don’t do things because a man tells me I need to. I don’t take orders from anyone but if he keeps kissing me the way he just did, I’ll let him boss me around any time he wants. A giggle escapes my lips and a blush spreads across my cheeks. This man has me tied up in knots.

“Why not?” He roars in frustration.

I stop putting my things away and spin on my heels, “Because I’m not some floozy who drops everything for a man because he demands it. I’ve done that once before and I will not do it again.” I’m breathing hard with irritation and Ace’s eyes flash with anger.

“Fine. Then I’m staying here.” Ace plops his ass on my bed.

My mouth gapes open. “No, you’re not. You have things you need to do. Don’t you remember that phone call?” I counter. He needs to get off my bed and out of my apartment before I lose my mind and cave. I stand in the doorway that leads to the bathroom. Ace stands to his full height and walks over to me, crowding me in my space. My breath hitches in my throat.

Whatever phone call he got earlier must not have been good because instead of working on my car, we had to leave right away. Let me tell you, I absolutely love riding on the back of Ace’s bike. With the wind in my face, my body pressed tightly against Ace’s and the powerful rumble of his bike beneath me, it almost gave me an orgasm. I’ve never felt anything like it before and it’s something I want to repeat as many times as he’ll let me, just not when he’s being an overbearing asshole.

Ace smirks, a slight dimple appearing on the left side of his cheek giving him a sexy look. “Fine. But this is a warning. I will be back.” The deep timber of his voice sends a shot of lustthrough my body. I hold back a groan and follow him out of the bedroom.

Yes, I watch his ass in his jeans. I’m a red-blooded Southern American girl. Why would I not appreciate the fine things in life? Like Ace’s delectable ass, his powerful legs, the way his muscles bunch under his leather vest thingy with Savage Saints logo on the back? There’s got to be another name for it, but I have no idea what it is. The biker thing is new to me but I’m thirsty for more knowledge on their inner workings.

The one called Tex is standing in the doorway leading out of my apartment with a smirk on his face. His bolo tie is hanging down the middle of his leather vest thing. I can see the attraction in him but he doesn’t hold a candle to Ace. Not even close.

“We all good?” Ace asks Tex.

“Yeah, brother. It’s all taken care of.” Tex kicks off the door frame and leads the way down the hallway. “You can thank me later with a woman of my choice,” Tex shouts from over his shoulder.

I stop dead in my tracks. What in the actual fuck? A woman of his choice? Do they make women trust them and then force them into sex? Am I one of their conquests? There’s no fucking way I will be a part of that shit.

Ace turns around when he realizes I stopped following them and smacks Tex on the back of the head, hard. “Ass wipe. Why’d you say that?”

“You kidnap and force women into having sex with you?” My voice is barely a whisper but Ace hears me loud and clear.

“No. Absolutely not. Actually, we do the opposite. Our club helps women who’ve been kidnapped and sold into the Black Market and integrate them back into society.” The look on Ace’s face tells me he’s telling the truth.

“But why would Tex say that then?”

Ace closes the distance between us and I have to tip my head back to look into his eyes. He gently strokes my cheek, leaving a tingle where his fingers were. He leans down so our lips are merely inches apart.

“Liz, we’re bikers. When you have a club like ours, women migrate to us. They know the score before they set foot into our Clubhouse or spread their legs. These women are willing participants and my brothers treat them like they are. It’s what they want. What they crave. No string sex any way they want it. Whether is rough, kinky, slow, fast, out in the open, behind closed doors. It’s a whole new world you’ll be walking into soon.”

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