*Mafia boss and his lost love*
Alessa Romanov had endured a difficult childhood. Kidnapped at two years old, she had no memory of her biological family and spent fifteen years in captivity. It wasn't until her stepfather's death that she was finally...
You all are going to curse me so much after this chapter. *giggle* *rubs hand evilly*
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I entered my own house and found Ace sitting on the couch, His posture was commanding, his legs spread open and his expression angry, I couldn't help but take in his hot appearance.
Like really hot. Very hot. Unbelievably hot.
Okay, okay, we get it
Shut up! I'm taking a moment to admire him for the last time in years, so no need to get your panties in a twist
Whatever. I'm outta here
Be my guest, bitch
However, reality quickly set in, reminding me of the difficult task at hand - breaking up with Ace. I couldn't just waltz in and say, "Oh hey Ace, my childhood tormentors are planning to kill you, and I have to break up with you, but don't worry, I still love you."
Yeah, that would be one fantastic conversation starter.
Summoning my courage, I approached Ace, who smiled when he saw me. I managed to return the smile, but it didn't quite reach my eyes.
He pulled me closer, and I instinctively pulled away. Confusion clouded his expression, his eyes searching mine for an explanation. I offered a half-hearted smile in response.
After a few minutes, he ended his call and turned to me, concern etched on his features. "What happened?"
"We need to talk. Let's go to my room," I suggested, my heart pounding as I tried to prepare myself for the conversation ahead.
"Are you okay? Did something happen?" Ace's worry was visible, and it twisted my insides.
Stupid fucking Russians
"I'm going back to Spain tomorrow, and whatever happened between us will be over," I stated coldly.
"What are you talking about?" His voice grew sharp with anger.
"I know you, Alessa. You wouldn't do this unless someone forced you. So, who forced you to do this?" His growl resonated in the room as he pressed me against the wall, his grip firm on my wrists.
Is it just me or is it getting hotter in here?
Not the time for distractions
"Nobody forced me to do this, Ace," I stated firmly, pushing him away.
"So, you feel nothing for me at all? All those moments, the dates, the late-night talks, the ice-cream at 2 in the morning... They meant nothing to you?" His words were tinged with pain, not anger.
I can't do this. Not after everything we've shared.
"Ace, whatever happened between us was just a couple of fucks. Nothing. Else," I said coldly as I started packing my bags.
"You know what? You're just a whore for pleasure. Nothing. Else," he retorted in the same icy tone.
"By the time I get back, I want you out of my house and I swear to god If I ever see you again, I won't hesitate to kill you," he warned before slamming the door shut.
As soon as he left, I slid down the door, the weight of my actions crashing over me. I couldn't believe what I had just done to him.
How could I hurt him like this?
Anger ignited within me like a wildfire. A thirst for revenge, for their blood, the Russians who had manipulated and tormented me. They would pay for tearing us apart.
They would pay for taking my love away from me.
"I love you, Ace. Always and forever. Until forever runs out," I whispered to the empty room, my heart heavy with a pain.
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I stormed out of the house, my heart a mess of confusion, anger, and the damn torment of her leaving.
Grabbing one of my cars, I sped to our spot, the place we found together. I had gotten a little house there too. It was supposed to be our love nest or whatever, but now it's just a painful reminder of what used to be.
Walking in, I saw a picture of us. I brushed my fingers over it, a swirl of emotions churning in my chest. Memories of her flooded in, but they hurt more now than anything else.
Shaking my head, I tried to shake off the heavy feelings weighing me down. She walked away from me. She broke her promises. She said all we had meant nothing to her.
I poured my heart into this girl, gave her all I had - my heart, my love, my goddam soul. And she just up and left.
Just like that
Like it had been nothing
My parents had this love I had always wanted - growing stronger every damn day. I thought I'd find something like that and I did, but now I feel like a fool for even hoping it could last forever.
I'd tried to give up on all that shit, became the ruthless, merciless bastard that I'm known as now. Built up my mafia to the top, became the nightmare no one wants to cross.
And then she came along. Alessa. Fucking hell, ever since I first saw her, she's been stuck in my head. With that bratty attitude, she carved out a fucking space in my mind that I couldn't shake.
I can't think straight anymore without her beautiful face haunting me. It's like a fucking itch I can't scratch.
And why? Why the hell does she have this effect on me?
I told her she had my heart, that if she walked away, she'd take it with her. She promised she'd stay, promised that she'd stick around, swore she'd never leave.
But here we are.
Now, here I am, Ace Hernandez, the guy with no heart left. Love's turned to ashes. And that little part of me that believed in mercy? It's pretty much dead too.
If anyone dares to mess with me, they better brace themselves for the storm they've awakened. I won't hesitate to rip their world apart, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but the haunting echoes of their regret.
