ACE
Impulses

Ace's POV

I deeply regret what I have done.

Fu*d. I sat in my chair, combing my hair with my hands. He just left, I let him go! Fu! I fu*ked up big time.

It's dangerous when I start to wear feelings. I honestly never felt anything for anyone but him. Maybe that's why everyone was so worried, I would do anything for him but I ended up pushing him away like everyone else.

Perhaps best of all, I made him act on impulse and acting on impulse was never good, but he was able to make me feel the meaning of being happy even for a little while.

I'm so devastated, I don't know what to do.

I have to stop thinking about him, about what I can do to keep him. I could have told you the truth.

"What was that?" Dante asked, storming into my room.

"You said it yourself that he was too good for me. You don't even like it..."

"I don't like him, but I'm in love with him, okay? And I realized that when I met Sofia, I didn't really love Kylie, and I watched her from a distance. I'm jealous of you. You have it, for yourself, she won't even glance at anyone when you're with her." Said Dante in embarrassment, cutting off my conversation.

Hearing her confession makes my blood boil. I swear to God, saying she loves my girl Sofia, makes me want to kill her right now.

I know, I lied to her a lot, I told her that I slept with a lot of different girls when I wasn't. I let her take control of my life even though it felt like she might have taken my true heart. I told him I felt nothing for him, but in fact I felt it all.

"No problem." My murmur caused Dante's jaw to drop instantly.

"He's gone, I can refocus on my work. You can get out of my room, leave me alone." I rolled my eyeballs, giving in to my desire to be with him.

I decided to let her be free out there, away from me. It was more important than my desire to keep him by my side. In the end, it might destroy him.

Dante left my room quietly, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

***

A few days have passed without Sofia in my life. I started calling my strippers again.

My father kept trying to contact me but I still refused to talk to him. I closed my eyes as I leaned against my hand to support, my elbows resting on the table. I was exhausted from constantly training. Every muscle in my body hurts to sleep but I didn't give up.

"Ace, you look pathetic. You should sleep, even if only for a little while." Grumpy Dante when he came in.

"Okay, that's it."

Dante pushed my elbow off the table, causing my head to hit the table. I was so tired that my neck could not support my head.

Dante helped me up in bed. "Tomorrow we'll get Sofia." Dante told me as I lay in bed.

"No." I went to sit down but instead grumbled in pain.

"Believe it or not, Ice and I don't like seeing you like this." Dante raised his hand into the air like he was on a rampage.

"He won't come back and I don't want him." I lied while pulling the blanket over my body.

"You're like one of those depressed guys in the movies when their girlfriend breaks up with them." Dante rolled his eyes at me.

"Unless you break up with her." Dante added.

"I'm not even with him." Jerked him.

"Then why are you angry?!" Shouted Dante frustrated. I just shrugged my shoulders in response.

"I'm not angry." I stood up, got out of my bed.

"Listen, she might be mad at you but all you need to do is tell the truth, because I know for a fact you're not sleeping with any girl." Dante sighed.

A man suddenly entered.

"What do you mean?" Dante glared at the man, waiting for an answer.

"Miss Sofia might have found out about the tracker or maybe someone broke it!"

Deg

My heart suddenly stopped for a moment. Fear began to overwhelm me when I thought of the hundreds of things that could have happened.

"I need to practice." I walked out, my face pale from what I just heard.

"That's not good-"

"Don't say anything or I'll take the cast off your arm and hit you with it." I growled angrily at him, cutting off his speech.

He blinked his eyes a few times before letting me through.

I finally went to the training room. He must have found the tracker. He can't be dead. There's no way I'm letting this happen.

Sofia's POV

"I want to tell you something." Roman looked at me as we walked together, away from school.

"What's that?" I asked him not sure what he was going to say.

"Actually my name isn't Roman, it's Haze."

What did he just say? A haze?

"I'm the leader of the Vipers." He grinned proudly as he saw my tenacious expression turn into fear.

"That-you know who I am?" I said in a breathless voice, trying to understand what he had just said a moment ago.

"You don't seem to realize, you have real talent." He spoke confidently while talking about me.

"So why didn't Ace accept you into his organization? Or is that not an option?" He asked with a mischievous smile, which I found very annoying.

Ace never told me to join his organization, probably because he thought I was weak.

"I don't know." I muttered honestly to him, not wanting to lie. He obviously had a spy but I knew the spy was not so close to Ace, or Haze would know about my love affair with Ace.

I've heard about Vipers all my life. They have some of the best killers ever.

Haze smiled mischievously before saying. "We want you to join us."

"I don't." I was worried and unsure.

"It." Haze grabbed my arm. He was seen pulling a small knife out of the sac. I closed my eyes.

"Quiet." Haze chuckled small, and scratched my arm. I didn't even flinch as he stabbed my skin with that little knife. He took a small metal object from my arm, slammed it on the ground and stomped on it with his foot.

"What was that?" I gasped anxiously at the little thing that had just come out of my arm.

"That's a tracker." Haze stared at the shattered pieces on the ground. I stared at the piece with various thoughts raging on my ship.

"Sofia," Haze caught my attention again.

"You can stay for a few days and see if you like being a part of us." Haze offered to sound like she was trying to persuade me to join her.

I won't lie, I grew up in a family that has taught me how to fight so well. And I can also take blows, especially because of my father. The punch wasn't really bothering me, plus what I've been through. I don't want to go home to a family that doesn't want me.

"okay." I said hesitantly, unsure if the decision I made was correct. I really want to have a purpose, I just this feel wanted. My dad didn't want me and Ace just used me.

It's ironic, isn't it..