ACE
Precisely

I rubbed my eyes while looking around, the light peering through the blinding curtains remembering how dark the room was.

I got off my bed and walked down, I saw Ace cooking while the girls ate their breakfast.

"Ace made them breakfast?" My inner speech.

"Just relax, your fiance won't make us breakfast, so I make cereal and the others make toast." Riley smiled as she lifted her bowl, like knowing what I was thinking. Riley reminds me of a 4-year-old who doesn't know how to count to 10, she's funny sometimes but mostly seems to know nothing about everyone and everything around her.

"It." Ace thrust a plate full of food at me, I held my laughter as I looked at the girls who were displaying drooling expressions due to seeing the food Ace made.

"Thank you." I smiled gently at him, trying to show my gratitude.

"No problem," he murmured, he would wash the dishes.

"Here," I giggled at them, sliding some food onto their plates.

"What about you?" Ask Cara a little surprised.

"I'm not hungry." I scrunched my nose and shook my head. How to nod in response and start eating.

"You're the best" Scarlett said as she sipped on Ace's food.

"I'm sorry I gave your food to them." I said to Ace while drying the dishes he had cleaned.

"It's okay, I know you won't eat it." Ace shrugged.

"How do you know?" I spoke with a curious tone.

"You never have breakfast, plus you sleep a lot so you usually skip breakfast by accident" Ace said as he rubbed the dishes.

"Thank you for making me," I said, peeping at her cheek. I glanced at Ace who was slightly surprised by my actions. "Oh, you said we were going somewhere today?" I reminded Ace.

"Yes, I thought I'd take you to my workplace, let you see what I do during the day. If you don't mind, you shouldn't come if you don't want to." Ace thrust the plate at me.

"No, I want to." Reply assured. He nodded as we continued to wash the dishes.

***

Ace and I were in the car. Cara and her friends had already gone home and Ace looked much more relaxed now that it was just the two of us.

"Don't it bother you?" I asked Ace to be curious.

"What's bothering you?" He raised his head to make eye contact with me while continuing to fix his tie. I could feel her gaze slowly trailing through my body.

"Am I not going to interrupt your work? I thought you'd be very busy." I asked once more. Working as a mobster requires a lot of paperwork to be filled out, and a lot of murder.

"It won't bother." Ace shrugged while pulling out his phone.

****

We arrived at a large building, pale yellow in color and had only a few windows. The facility was heavily guarded at each gate, Ace had to scan his hand many times, passing through many different doors until we finally reached the last door.

Ace scanned his hands, fingers and face one last time, before the heavy metal door opened. Ace walked in and walked down the dimly lit corridor, the floor below us was also made of metal or some kind of steel with small holes in it. I started hearing faint screams coming from the distance, my heart instantly started pounding as they got closer but it didn't seem to bother Ace at all.

All I could hear was the continuous knocking of our feet onto the metal floor as we walked through the lifeless passageways, our footsteps echoing repeatedly. Ace rolled his eyes annoyed at the fact that he had to scan his hand again.

"There are so many scanners" I commented.

"Yes, security reasons," he sneered with a stern look on his face. "I didn't tell you this before we came but I want to test you." Ace told me.

"Test me?" I asked, glaring at him.

“Yes, test your skills and abilities." Ace nodded as if it was nothing.

"What if I fail?" I was nervous .

"You can't fail." Ace reassured me as we entered the large training ground. Some throw knives, use arrows, sparring, and shoot.

"Boss." They nodded and went back to doing what they were doing.

My eyes widen. " We have manners here." Ace fixed the tie.

"Your tie is still crooked and it's also mishandled, is the way you've always been like this when tying it?" I giggled at him, staring right at his tie laid.

"Can you fix it?" Ace sighed at me, shaking his head.

"Yes" I nodded as I opened the tie. I put it back on and tightened it.

"Done." I said as I stroked his tie into his stomach.

I saw some girls giving me dirty looks from across the room, I just shrugged my shoulders indifferently, not caring about them. They are just girls who want their boss but have no chance and never do.

Ace gave me a gun and told me to shoot the target. I miss most of the things that are going to happen right now. I saw the girls laughing in the corner of the room laughing at my efforts. I clenched my jaw and grabbed the knife without Ace telling me, don't let me down now. Ace's guard went to take it from me but he let me continue, I swung the knife around my finger as I stared at the target, throwing the blade straight into the center of the wooden board. My shots and throws were precise, I've been doing this since I was 15.

I stared at one of the girls and threw a knife at him, missing an inch of him. The girl flinched while staring at the knife that was an inch away from her head. Each of the girls opened their mouths with shocked expressions.

"Dramatic whore," I grumbled as I examined the edge of the blade.

"Okay, enough of this." Ace took the last knife from me.

I glared at him defiantly. "He's part of you, you can't kill the guy in our Mafia." Ace sighed in disappointment while shaking his head.

"He sucks," I rolled my eyes at him.

"No, you're not safe." Ace furrowed his brows in frustration at me.

Ace was right but the girl still deserved to be thrown a knife, just to scare him. I'm not going to hit him clearly even though I really want to do that. Mua did not want me to notice a hint of pride before her eyes.

I feel like Ace is different when he's here, he's more stressed and maybe so. All eyes were on him constantly as being the Mafia King came with constant attention.

"Boss, may I have the honor to sparring with you?" A man approached Ace nervously. Ace looked at him from top to bottom before answering. "I have to take Sofia around but I think I can show her how we fight first." Ace shrugged while walking towards the ring. Ace glanced over his shoulder at a man I assumed was a coach. The coach gave a nod to warn Ace that the boy was good. The boy was seen around 15 years old and was clearly quick of what his warming showed.

I circulated my eyes to every corner of this room and happened to see Dante from across the room, he just sat on the bench, drinking water and staring at the ground with his arms wrapped, probably from the previous sparring.