Page 65 of Grace of Spades
"So, I have a question. You don't have to answer it, but I need to ask." Liam explains. "How did you become Ace?" Oh. We're going there? Actually, it's probably not a bad idea to rip that particular bandaid off.
"That's a long story... so, you guys obviously know that I'm pretty fucked up." I look around to see furrowed brows and a lot of confusion which in turn confuses me. "I hide bodies, torture and kill people. I've done it for a long time." I clarify. Weirdos.
"Well, I was ten and still living with my parents and decided to get some self-defence training. I needed it. So I went to Rudy's and I cleaned it in exchange for lessons. One night, I think I was twelve, it got really bad at home so I snuck in and slept in the locker room. It happened a lot and it was safer than a lot of my other options." I explain. I notice Kier's fists are clenched and Christian is grinding his teeth. Jai is looking at the ground and Liam looks a bit pale. Shit. Hurry, maybe that will help!
"So anyway, someone broke in and I killed them and got rid of the body. Rudy found out and trained me for other things. Turns out, I'm really good at it and then I met Ray and we started being psychos for hire." I rush out and finish with a smile. There. That wasn't so bad.
"Wait. Your first kill was at twelve?" Jaiasks looking angry.
"Technically it was at ten. But it was my first one that stuck." I shrug.
"What?" Christian asks.
"I tried to overdose my parents. But one of their friends called an ambulance." I admit.
"What?!" Liam shouts. Yay! Happy birthday to me. I am scaring the shit out of future mafia bosses. I should put that on my resume too.
"Trust me, I got punished for it," I mutter.
"What do you mean?" Kier asks breaking his silence.
"Every time I 'misbehaved' my parents sent me to this guy for the weekend and... he wasn't a good person." I hedge picking at the grass.
"Shit." Suddenly, I'm wrapped in warm arms and lifted into Liam's lap.
"I need a name, Grace." He commands in a soft voice.
"No. He's mine. He will die at my hands." I state. Liam nods and buries his face in my hair. We all sit in silence for a while all stuck in our own heads until Jai breaks it.
"We better get you home, babe."
"Yeah, I have a funeral to go to tomorrow," I admit.
"Your parents?" Keir asks and I nod.
"I'll be with you there. Andras asked me to go just in case."Christian notifies me. I nod again not quite sure what to say.
We all pack up and head to the cars. I point to Christian's newly acquired old pick-up. It's gotta be from the eighties at least.
"That's better. Get a cover for the back and you'll be set. You can even hose off the bed. You may want to lay off the suits while driving this though." I smirk.
"I thought you might approve." He smiles before kissing me on the cheek placing me in my seat in Kier's Hummer. Before he closes the door he aim a pout at me. "I thought you liked my suits."
I make sure to let him know just what I think of his suits by tugging him forward by the tie and into a kiss.
"I do like the fancy-ass suits." I grin before letting him go and watch him stride proudly to his truck.
"I need to get a suit." I hear Liam mutter under his breath getting into his seat.
"Come on, we'll take you home," Keir saystucking me under his arm beside me. The ride back to the party is quiet but not awkward.
"Ride with me, babe?" Jai offers.
"Sounds good." I kiss Kier and Liam goodbye and climb into the Bugatti. It's nice. Like, really nice. I might have to steal this one too.
"I'm glad we're doing this." He admits shocking me.
"Really?"
