Hunter

Ace's POV - Straight To The Heart

She looks ready to lunge at me. “You didn’t. I’m always prepared.”

A big, fat smirk lands on my face before I can stop it. She’s wearing sweats. She doesn’t look ready to kill me; she looks ready for bed. And I’ll gladly get in it with her. “You don’t look prepared.”

She comes at me with a growl, but I’m able to stop her in two seconds flat. I grab the sword with my good arm, but she tries to yank it back, so I let go. I see her glance over at the nightstand, where a brass knuckle is laying. Before she can get to it, I grab her, flinging her down onto the bed.

My arm hurts, but it’s slowly decreasing. So is my energy. And my lack of sanity. “Sweetheart, please stop fighting me. I don’t want to hurt you.” She looks up to me, and all of a sudden, there’s saliva on my cheek. I swear to God sometimes she’s just a child. I wipe it off, still holding her down with one hand. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“Get off me!” She snaps, moving up towards her pillows. She thinks I don’t see it, but I do. Where there’s one weapon, there’s bound to be more.

Because I’m loosing energy, and I really don’t have a filter on my brain at the moment, a lousy smirk clouds my face. “You know, I actually really like this position we’re in.” I’m literally on top of her, face to face, breath to breath, body to body.

She looks absolutely revolted, which is a blow to my gut, but her face changes at the last second. “I…agree.”

The blood on my arm hasn’t stopped. I’m still loosing it, which is why I feel all loopy. The pain is barely there anymore, but I know there’s something wrong with me. I don’t think twice when I press my lips to her neck. She freezes underneath me, and I know she’s not comfortable with this at all, but I’m so out of it.

I slowly start to loose my grip on her. I forget what I’m trying to do, why I’m trying to do it. All I’m focused on now is kissing her, trying to reach her soft-looking lips. Her hand comes down into my hair, playing with it. I suppress a groan, and then I feel her slightly move underneath me.

Everything crashes down on me. The blood loss is becoming too much. She’s reaching for a weapon underneath her pillow. She’s going to try to kill me. She’s doing this to keep my attention off that and on her. Another blow is thrown at me, but this time, it’s in the face. She doesn’t care about me. She just cares about killing me. As I continue kissing her collar bone, I feel her shiver underneath me. A smirk ends up on my lips. Maybe she does like it and she doesn’t want to admit it.

Before she can shove the knife down, I’m gone in a flash. I watch from the doorway, leaning against it, as she stops it just in time before she hits her own chest. Her breathing is ragged as she stares up at it, eyes wide. But she wastes no time. She dives underneath her pillow to retrieve a gun, cocked and ready.

She looks around for me and aims it. She’s on her knees, on the bed, and her hair is tousled from me. She looks pretty damn hot, even though she’s pointing a gun at my face, but I guess that pretty much just adds to her sexiness. “You’re smart, Scar.”

Her eyebrows go up. “Scar? Did you ditch the whole sweetheart act?”

I shrug, and I suddenly feel drained of energy. The good thing though is that my arm has finally stopped bleeding. “I guess so.” Scar sounds more of a nickname. It fits her perfectly.

Before she can shoot, I’m outside the hotel already, walking towards my car. It was a test, I attempt to tell myself. Just a test. To see if she could handle what I threw at her. If one of the Vinges tries to seduce her, she can’t fall for it. Not only would I be jealous and pissed off, but she could get hurt. They’d try to kill her. She has to be ready for anything.

Including me.

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Hey! First of two POVs of Ace's.

Tennis has started up and my back hurts like a mofo.

And I need to wake up at 7 in the ass crack of dawn.

But hey, it's fun (said in a very unconvincing voice).