She felt her jaw almost break after that last blow--- even spitted blood as her lips were cut open. Counter punches were quite her skill but never anticipated the curl up she's gonna get when he kneed her abdomen. It felt like her innards had scrambled into places they shouldn't have gone. It is a rare case for her to get beat up like that. Not if the one she fights is a pro. Even some of his fighting styles were familiar. Her muscle memory tells her so.
Shit! I need to get out of this hell. My cover has been exposed, how did he find out? Damn it! the flash drive.
She mentally beat herself in realization. She was too complacent and now she paid the price of her arrogance. A set of bruises and cuts that would take days or even weeks to heal. She may not look like it but in this kind of business, being presentable always counts. How can she deceive men if her face is all jammed up?
"I missed you babe, how long was it? Ten years? Seems like you didn't recognize me at all. I'm hurt." He was circling within her personal space, grinning like a psycho freak while she was cuffed on a metal chair.
She is not some damsel in distress who would want to be freed. Instead she’s a viper patiently waiting for her prey. Anticipating the right moment when to coil him down and swallow him whole. Leaving no trace of his existence. But for now she keeps on a low profile and lets him think what he wants.
Her right eye almost shut due to a cut from the brow until the corner of her eye. But she still managed to glare and mock a smile. "Did I dump you? Must have been tough taking it after the heartbreak," she retorted while trying to get loose by fiddling with her cuffs in secret.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, slapped her both ways and tilted her head upwards as he sniffs her neck like a maniac. "I wouldn't say that though, more like I was your knight-in-shining-armor back then...never in my wildest dreams have I imagined to be reunited with you like this."
His grip went tighter and now nibbling on her lips as if he owns every part of it. She bit it so he slapped her harder this time, a tsk was necessary to keep her composure. "I like you , but you trampled my feelings. You came here like a good kitty, when you were indeed a venomous snake aiming to destroy my empire. Bitch!"
Ace was so pissed by that she kicked his balls.
Serves him right. I don't have any idea about his personal crap.
"So you like it hard huh? Did Ed take care of you like I told him years ago?"
How did Ed get into the picture? Who exactly is this guy?
"Who's who? I'm just a simple citizen; more like a beggar so don't expect to yield fortune from me."
She was trying to make him lose interest if it’s money he’s after but it’s unlikely the case. Though it’s always worth a try.
"So you can't really remember? I'll help you recall in full detail.” He slowly took off his shades and revealed those eyes. She can never forget them. "So you do recognize me now, miss? Or should I call you Ace? My sweet little bitch friend Stacey Blaine or perhaps there's more," he taunts her.
"What a low-life stalker." He clapped his hands in amusement. Right after that he lit a cigarette and blew the smoke on her face. She just looked away to avoid his gaze.
"Well if you insist, why don't you hear it yourself then." As if on cue three men entered the dim lighted room. The two clung their arms around a man's elbow as they dragged him. While the other one, almost motionless with his head bowed down and his knees almost touching the ground, as they dragged him---he's so beat up.
"Go tell him Ed. God I missed you." He pulled Ed's hair and punched his chest which sent him to the ground gasping for air.
Shit! I should be the only person allowed to beat him.
Ace really has the time to think that way in the middle of the situation.
"Are you going to talk or I'll beat the crap out of you?" He kicked Ed's abdomen this time.
"Stop it Quinn, Ace has nothing to do with this." He squirmed feeling the recent blows.
"A mercenary with a futile life, how low can you get lil' bro? That's why father never honored your existence. To him you...we are just his toys. Come and build an empire with me, we'll make it big with Ace too." He helped Ed stand up and let him sit on a metal chair across hers.
Father never told me we had an older brother.
"Don't you think he won't kill us all the moment father finds out? You know what he's like and what he's capable of. " She hissed.
"He had his reign, why don't we have ours?" He prawled like a devil that he is.
"I didn't know I had a brother with real balls unlike Ed. Get me out of this cuffs and you have yourself a deal." Ed's brows furrowed in dismay as Quinn signaled his men for the keys then he walked closer to Ace.
He claimed her lips as he unlocked the cuffs on her back. Such a weird family they have. Seeing both of them that way didn’t bother Ed the slightest. In fact he just smiled ingeniously at the scene. As if it was only natural for them to do that. People can only wonder what kind of upbringing their parents did. They don’t have the normalcy the onlookers would want and that would make them a perfect scoop in case that scandalous gossip went out. Not that they would care about reputation too.
"Ed is jealous or something? since we’re brothers I could share," Quinn teased him then he got back to kissing.
Ed snickers, "thanks but no thanks bro. I may be an asshole but I'm no rapist," then shakes his head in amusement.
She slowly ran her fingers inside his shirt and he liked it. Savoring the moment, completely dazed under her spell. Even smiling in between the kisses.
I'm good at playing every game, the only thing they didn't know was that… I MAKE THE RULES AND I...ALWAYS WIN.
"Stand back or I'll blow both of your heads up, “ she locked her right arm on his neck, “you know this empty nutshell of yours and your tiny little friend down there." While the other pointed the muzzle of the gun on his temple. “Release Ed too if you wanted to leave this place in one piece, “ she orders.
I love it when guys tremble in fear as I hold them captive.
"You really are something Ace but if you kill me now that would be frustrating. We haven't even bonded yet."
"Tell your men to back off or your life ends here, bro." He gulped thrice after he said something.
"Put your weapons down and uncuff my brother too. Don’t make me fucking repeat myself!" They did what they were told.
She let go of him and walked towards the door where Ed was waiting impatiently. Wearing that smug face even though he’s still limping. When all of a sudden Quinn grabbed her hand back.
I knew it.
Ace gave him a fine roundhouse kick so he hit the floor hard. "I missed you too bro, let's play some more, next time. I have a better game for you, I'm sure you'll like it." After that she blew him a kiss and launched a smoke bomb which released an ample amount of smoke screen for Ed and her to escape.
"Seriously Ed why didn't you tell me we had a psycho brother?" She yelled in between her jumps from one thin window pane to another. Avoiding being shot dead while rappelling for her dear life on top a fifty-story building. Ace fired back and one of Quinn's thugs fell from the window while catching up on them.
"How could I? I thought he died in a car crash. That's what dad told me."
She paused for a moment.
"Hey Ace,yoohoo? Quit zoning out we're on a mission. It's either we die with their bullets or after we fall head first on the ground. Wanted to see your brain unravel though..."
She snorted.
"He was the crush I told you about," she admits in a defeated tone. Imagining her brother’s reaction. As if an apparition she saw coming and she was right.
"Quinsley and Stacey sitting on a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Ed teased while mocking smooch sounds.
"Too late for that we already did." She stuck her tongue out and loosen grip on the black rope to reach the ground faster.
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"Here put them on." The lookout gave both of them white robes and towels to dry themselves.
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As he was gasping for air fighting for his dear life, Trey's image dripping in blood came rushing to her head. The day she shot him. Thinking that it would make his father surrender but he didn't. Instead he left him and escaped. His own blood and flesh was abandoned for his own survival. Not that he really cared about his son in the first place. To him he was nothing but a dispensable tool he can discard any moment. It’s his selfishness that killed him. Even though Ace pulled the trigger Raymund was the one who called the shots. His enemies crawling to whichever corn