Page 19 of Grace of Spades
"I'm not telling you a thing, whore." He bites out and the man at the door mutters to himself.
"I was hoping you'd say something like that." She grins a vicious little smile that goes right to my cock. We take our seats and prepare to watch the show.
"We brought our heirs with us so they can learn how to run a business like this. I hope you don't mind, Ace." McConnell grins.
Ace?
This is Ace? Well, that makes a lot more sense.
"Not at all, Mr. McConnell. Good to see you again" her smile is a savage thing and her gaze never leaves the bloody man in the chair. "Same to you Mr. Chekhov, Mr. Tanaka."
"And you, Ace. Please, don't let us interrupt." Dad says shifting to look at me with a knowing smirk. Ass.
"So... about those files..." Ace trails off walking around behindhim.
"I told you, I'm not saying shit." He spits. I watch as Ace leans down next to his ear.
"Betcha you will." She teases before slamming a blade into his forearm.
"SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!" He screams.
"Oooh, I got a twofer on that one!" She grins at the guy at the door who chuckles shaking his head.
"And what does the lovely lady win?" He taunts back.
"I'm hoping for some answers but he doesn't look ripe yet." She says surveying him like an artist judging what her painting needs next. "You got the bag?" She asks.
He hands her a heavy-looking black duffle bag which she takes and starts rifling around in. The guy in the chair must be scared stupid because he chooses now to try to make a run for it. I step forward and so do all the other sons.
But he falls with a scream before he even takes a step with a knife embedded in his knee. She didn't even look up from her rummaging. God damn. Nothing sexier than a kick-ass woman.
I see The Heads grinning proudly at the take-down. Dad nudges my attention back to the deadly woman in front of me who is now taking out a hammer. Oh, fuck.
After about half an hour we have all the information we need including the location of their base. This woman is effective. Definitely an asset to us but it looks like she's an asset to everyone here.
I watch her nod at the guy at the door and stand up straight. She finally turns to us and freezes for half a second. She looks over all of us but resumes her hardened stance. Interesting.
"I was with my partner the other day and he had to make a drop-off to this address." She shares as her partner steps over the bloody mess of a man on the floor to stand beside her.
"His name was Paulo Roberts." We all turn to Bianchi.One of his fucking bookies. He stands up and makes his way out the door.
"Where is your loyalty to this Roberts man?" I ask. Ace scoffs making her partner chuckle.
"None. He made me an offer to buy Ace. He deserves her tender loving care." He says mercilessly.
All three heads are standing in outrage as well as the Russian's son. That's unexpected.
"Calm down. He's not my type." She cackles as her partner fist-bumps her making me smile.
Bianchi comes back in with a crumpled excuse for a man and throws him down at Ace's feet. I watch as she presses a boot to the back of his head slowly but roughly pushing his face into the concrete floor making him look at his accomplice.
He makes a pathetic sound and...wets himself. Holy crap.
Ace throws her head back in a laugh it's cold and clear with an edge of cruelty to it. It makes me have to shift so I have a bit more room in my jeans. I notice I'm not the only one either.
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Fuck, fuck, fuck! I know The Heirs! I've flirted with The Heirs! I fucked the heir to the Yakuza at a house party last weekend. Oh, I am in so much fucking trouble!
