What Matters

Ace POV

I stood in front of my wall length mirror adjusting my tie. I haven't looked myself in the eye in a week and I wasn't sure if I liked the man staring back at me.

I had my black suit on, black tie, and white shirt. Tonight was about ending as much of the bullshit as possible so I kept it simple. My jet black hair was still a little wet and slicked off to the side. The best feature of my whole body were these eyes and that was because they didn't belong to him. Well one other part of my body but he wasn't getting any attention tonight.

I used to see my father in the mirror and fucking hated it more than anything. Despite knowing I was a good looking man I would give anything to change my appearance. To look less like that monster that raised me.

Now I say that little boy. A smile tugged at my lips seeing his little face with so much power in it. He was a confident little shit and would grow up to be a man that did what he wanted. No one would keep him back, build him up just