How It Used To Be Pt. 1

|Ace's POV|

Guilt rides heavy on my shoulders as I push in the button for the penthouse after entering the lift.

My suit jacket is hanging limply in my hand while there is blood splattered against the fabric of my white shirt, my skin, my hair.

I cannot even meet my own eyes, looking like death incarnate, as the events of the night continue to flash through my head.

Serena had demanded that I help Viktor Brullo— New York's crime lord— with whatever he might require, and today, I had to go and pull an odd job of being his fucking handler.

And the job required me to torture a man in front of the eyes of his very pregnant wife because he had stolen some petty amount from Viktor Brullo and the asinine crime lord wanted revenge on the poor man.

Drenched in their blood, I want nothing but to succumb to the darkness of my room right now, in hopes of perhaps forgetting all the heinous crimes I have committed ever since the day that I became a pawn at the hands of the Van Dykes.

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