Page 69 of Grace of Spades
"Good. What do we know about her?" Chekhov.
"Not much. Daughter of Rachel and Gregory Jacobs. She's eighteen. Living with her mother's brother but we don't have a name for him yet." The first man explains. Thank God for that!
"Keep her down here until Ace gets here. I don't want to ruin the information for her."
"Do you want me to call Keir?" Yes! Call Keir! Then I won't have to kill anyone!
"No, he's on a date tonight. Let him have his fun." Chekhov says sounding like he's smiling. Awe, but at the same time, give me a fucking break!
The door slams shut and I take the chance to look up. Thankfully, I'm alone again.
Okay, first things, first. Get out of the chair. Ace isn't coming. That should buy me some time.
I'm so glad I put on my necklace!
I shrug my shoulders and chin to maneuver the pendant to my back. I must look ridiculous but at least I'll be alive.
I manage to get my necklace how I want it then I put it in my mouth and bite down on the clasp. With a small thank you to my paranoia for practising in case something like this actually happens, it releases just like it's supposed to. I catch the pendant and flick open the blade. After a few passes of the blade, I havefree hands and I can work on unfastening my ankles from the chair.
Success!
I put my necklace back on and palm two of my knives from my thighs and lie in wait by the door. It doesn't take long until I hear voices outside the door.
"Ace isn't answering. It is up to us." Chekhov says.
"Yes, sir." Henchman Number One replies dutifully. The door slams open and my knife is against Chekhov's throat before he knows what to do.
"Mr. Chekhov, nice to see you again. We need to talk." I explain. He looks down as I grin viciously and I see it register on his face. Shock. His lips form the word "Ace."
"You got it in one, sir. Please dismiss your man." I reply.
"Leave us, Ivan." He commands.
"But sir..."
"Now!" He booms. Poor Ivan scrambles to his station before I lower my knife. "Please, to my office."
"Thank you." He leads me upstairs to his office but stops in the doorway shielding me from whoever is inside. That's nice of him.
"Keir? What are you doing at home?" Chekhov asks.
"Something happened to Grace. I need help. She disappeared from the funeral and now everyone is looking for her. I need to find her." He rumbles out in a panic. I place a hand on Chekhov's back, silently asking him to move aside. He hesitates but does it anyway. I close the door and make my way further into the room
"I'm right here, Keir." I smile softly at his concern. He looks so sweet all dressed up for our date. I find myself wrapped up in his arms, his face buried into my hair faster than I could see.
"What happened? Are you hurt? Why are you here?" He asks rearing back before his lips crash against mine. I kiss him back before giggling at his protectiveness. He eases me down but doesn't let go.
"I'm fine. As for what happened, I think I have an idea but let's ask your father first." I explain, turning to a slack-jawed Mr. Chekhov.
"Ace?" He asks. "Keir? You want to explain some things?"
"Oh shit. I am so sorry." Kier mutters leaning his head on my shoulder.
"It's all good. He already figured out it was me. It might as well all come out now." I shrug.
"Hello, Mr. Chekhov. I am Grace Jacobs, also known as Ace. I am dating your son as well as the other three Heirs. They all know about me and the others. I found out today that you were responsible for the death of my parents. Thank you for making it bloody." I smile sweetly. I feel Kier's hands tighten around me.
"Holy shit." Mr. Chekhov mutters before dropping into a chair. "I need a drink."
