FORTY.

“Leave us!” Ace orders one of Theos’ henchmen who is stationed outside Eles’ room.

“Mr. Drakos gave me strict instructions not to leave my post, and he would have my head if he found out that I left my post because you demanded it.” Theos’ henchman responds, straightening his posture.

A deep, throaty chuckle pours from Aces’ mouth, and he leans in close to the poor guy, who doesn't know he’s already a dead man in Aces’ eyes.

“If you don’t move your fucking arse, you big for nothing imbecile, your mother and your sisters will be gift-wrapped and given to Dejan Kovac to traffic in Serbia.”

His comment makes my insides turn to ice, and if I didn’t already know that Ace doesn’t like to harm women and children, I’d believe him undoubtedly.

Theos’ henchman clenches his jaw as his shoulders sag with defeat. With his head bowed, he walks away, muttering under his breath in his mother tongue as he punches the air.

“Your fifteen minutes start now, Little Bird.” Ace mumbles, opening the door for