𝐓𝐑𝐒𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐍𝐒𝐧𝐞|Dangerous

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"You're fucking crazy River!" My uncle yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration.

I told him I'm working with Ace after he yelled at me about what happened to my parents' house. It wasn't a surprise to me when he said it was my fault that it blew up. Because I would definitely plant a bomb in my own house. Note the sarcasm.

"It's my mafia and I can do whatever the fuck I want. You don't own me!" I yell back.

"You're fucking crazy if you think you're gonna work with him! Have you gone fucking senile River Arccadi?!" He retorts.

"He's helped me more than you ever have!"

"He's a bastard! What makes you think he won't break this deal like all the other ones he's broken!?"

"I'll have his fucking body in a bag by now if he did! Stop acting like you know what's best for my mafia when you don't. You're only here for the money." I clench my fists by my side, glaring at him.

The urge to punch him is very fucking high right now.

"He's a useless piece of shit! We don't need him and we never will. Cut the damn deal, River!"

"Speak to him like that again and I'll cut you off." I seethe.

"You're defending him now? God, if he was here right now I'd kill him right now since you're too much of a pussy to do it yourself!" He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Blood rushed through my veins like hot water. I want his blood. On my fucking hands.

He always speaks to me like this but this time he won't get away with it.

"You won't do shit to him!" I push his chest harshly, making him stumble back.

His face takes a form of shock, probably because I haven't let him get to me like this before. But he's fucked up one too many times.

His shock expression is soon replaced with anger and the next thing I knew he was raising his hand in the air, ready to slap me.

I was fully expecting the blow but all I felt was a blow of cold air against my cheek. Then his groans of pain echoed into my ear.

I snap my head to the side with wide eyes. Ace was standing next to me with a clenched jaw. One of his hands were tightly gripping my uncles wrist, the other was wrapped firmly around my waist keeping me behind him.

"You hit a woman in front of me and it'll be the last thing you do." He seethes, directing a cold glare to my uncle.

The silence of the world had never felt so dangerous. His words were deadly, like poison dripping from his tongue.

Ace twists my uncles wrist, pinning it behind his back as he kicks him down to his knees. The sound of my uncles bones cracking fills the room along with his painful groans.

"Now who's the pussy?" Ace says, his voice low and oddly calm to the hide storm raging inside of him.

"You! It'll always be you, fucking bastard!" My uncle grits out.

Ace takes his gun out of his waistband, taking it off the safety, "If that's what you think then shoot me." He says harshly, shoving the gun into my uncles hand. He's playing a dangerous game and I don't like it.

He's fucking insane. He can't be serious right now. "Ace-"

He raises his palm in the air, silencing my words, his eyes never leaving my uncles as they glare at each other. His green eyes held no fear however mine was the complete opposite. And so was my heart as it was thumping loudly in my chest.

My uncle snatches the gun from him and moves out of his hold, pointing the gun to his forehead. The only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing, watching as my uncle pulled the trigger. This isn't happening right now.

I waited for the sound of the bullet but it never came. Nothing came but his deep voice.

"You stupid man. You would think to check if the damn thing is loaded, hm?" Ace chuckles, shaking his head.

"Fuck you!" My uncle grits out, glaring at Ace.

Ace smirks and knocks the gun out of his hand, landing a hard punch to his jaw which made him fall to the ground with a groan. Blood dripped out of his mouth and on to the white marble floors. Ace grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his head away from the floor before slamming it back on to the hard surface repeatedly till his face was covered in red.

Just as he was about to do it again, a small, quiet voice echoed into the room, "Papa?"

I turn my head to the side, my eyes widen seeing my cousin standing in the doorway rubbing her blue eyes as her brunette hair fell over her face.

Ace halted his movements, snapping his head to where my cousin was.

"Miyah!" My aunts voice called out to her as she entered the room we were in. Her eyes widened seeing my uncle nearly unconscious on the floor with Ace standing above him. "The hell happened?" She says, rushing over to help my uncle up.

"The usual." I reply bluntly, going over to pick Miyah up.

My aunt smacked my uncles shoulder, "I told you to keep your damn mouth shut, Andres Arccadi." She scolds him, helping him out of the kitchen as he groans in pain.

"It's way past your bed time little miss." I say, pinching Miyah's cheek as she giggled.

"Papa was being too loud." She says, yawning softly. "Milk, por favor River."

(Please)

My eyes scan the place, looking for somewhere to put this little shit. The floor isn't an option because of the blood. The counters aren't an option because she might fall. And her high chair isn't an option because I don't where the fuck they keep it. She's only two so I can't trust her with anything.

However, my eyes drift over to where Ace is standing typing away on his phone,Β  paying us no mind.

I walk over to where he is and stand directly in front of him, "Can you hold her for a sec?" I ask him, extending Miyah out to him.

He looks up from his phone, raising an eyebrow, "No." He grumbles, looking back at his phone.

"Please? She doesn't bite. I don't think." I mutter the last part, remembering when she nearly choked on a crayon.

Ace looks at Miyah, who is grinning at him, before sighing and hesitantly taking her from my arms.

"Who you?" Miyah questions, looking up at him. I smile at her mispronunciation of 'who.'

"Ace." I roll my eyes at him. So damn formal. Even to a two year old.

She extends out her tiny hand for him to shake, "Miyah." She smiles, showing off her teeth.

Ace shakes her hand with his thumb and pointer finger, "That's a pretty name." He says with a small smile that made my stomach flutter.

"Thank you. You like Rivers name too?" She ask, pointing her finger at me as I pour her milk into a bottle. I glance over at them, shaking my head slightly at her question.

"I do." Ace says, eyeing me up and down with a stupid smirk on his face.

Miyah looks between both of us with a confused face, "You like her or something mr Ace?" She tries to whisper to him but of course I can hear her.

Ace cups a hand over her ear, whispering something into it that has her giggling afterwards.

"You can't tell anyone though." He says, holding his pinkie out to her. She grins and wraps her pinkie around his.

"You two are unbelievable." I scoff, walking over to them with Miyah's bottle in my hand.

"No." Miyah says, mispronouncing her words again as she defiantly shakes her head.

"Tell me what he said then." I try to persuade her.

"I'm sworn to secrecy." She whispers, putting a tiny finger over her lip.

"I'll give you milk if you tell me." I bribe her and she almost caves. Almost.

Ace scoffs, pushing me away lightly and taking the bottle away from me, "Stop bribing her." He says.

"$100 and I'll tell you." Miyah says, taking her bottle from Ace when he gives it to her.

"Miyah we had a deal." Ace says to her, genuinely looking offended.

"But I need more dolls." She says, sighing like a drama queen.

"I'll buy you more." He says, smiling at her with his cute fucking dimples.

"How many?"

"However many you want."

She contemplates for a second before smiling widely, "Otay." She says, putting the bottle to her mouth.

He cradles her in his arms so she can drink the milk better and I look at them with a small smile on my lips. Ace wraps his other arm around me and pulls me to his side, looking down at me.

He move his hand up to cup my cheek, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb, "Are you hurt?" He asks quietly, scanning me from head to toe for any injuries.

I shake my head, "You?" I ask him, keeping my tone the same since Miyah fell asleep.

He shakes his head as my eyes drift down to his hands, seeing them all red and bruised up from when he beat the shit out of my uncle. I bring his hand up to my lips and place a soft kiss on each of his red knuckles.

When I look back up I find him already looking at me with a dimpled smile on his face.

"Why did you come in?" I ask him.

"You were taking too long so I figured something was wrong. And I was right." He shrugs.

"How did you get in?" I furrow my eyebrows, wondering how one man can pass through a group of security guards.

"I'm a mafia don. Do you think some amateur guards are going to stop me from entering a building?" He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head a little.

I sigh, shaking my head, "So you just killed them even when your gun wasn't loaded?"

"Mhm."

"You are crazy. What if you got hurt?" I whisper yell, glaring at him.

"Do you care about me, amore?" He teases, wrapping his arm around my waist.

I scoff, "As if."

His face scrunches up in pain suddenly and he grips on to my waist tightly, "It hurts." He groans.

My eyes widen slightly as I grip his arm, "What? Where?" I look him up and down, searching for any injuries.

It was silent for a moment before his deep laugh fills my ears like music, "See you do care." He says, pecking my forehead.

I shoot him a glare and move away from him, "Fuck you." I whisper yell.

He covers Miyah's ears, gaping at me in disbelief, "Language." He scolds, shaking his head at me.

I roll my eyes and lean down, kissing Miyah's forehead as she sleeps peacefully.

"Where's mine?" Ace whispers, tugging me closer by the front of my pants.

"Here." I whisper, sticking my middle finger up at him as I pick Miyah up.

"Screw you." He grumbles, glaring at me.

"When?"

He slaps my ass playfully with a smirk on his face in response. A small laugh leaves my mouth as I put Miyah's bottle in the sink.

"River?" I turn my head to the doorway, seeing my aunt standing there, looking between me and Ace.

I walk over to her and place Miyah in her arms carefully, "She just went to sleep."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Are you staying for dinner?" She asks.

"Not tonight." I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"Sorry about Andres. You know how he can be." She rolls her eyes.

I inhale a deep breath then release it, "I do."

ACE WITH A FUCKING KID. I REPEAT ACE WITH A FUCKING KID.


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