Ace's pov
CAZZO. CAZZO. CAZZO. CAZZO. These f****** kids. All they ever do is get on my nerves, especially the older one. Do they ever learn to shut up? Maybe I'll have to show them.
As I stormed out the doors, I was full of Rage. How dare someone speak to me like that? I don't care if it was the head of operations, I don't care if it was my father, I don't care if it was my brother, no one, absolutely no one talks to me like that. Those kids just had to be there that night. I truly do not know what to do with them. Which is never the case for me. I've never had to show emotion, I've never had to worry, and I've damn sure never struggled.
I continued to storm and soon found my bike. A smooth and sleek black Ducati. I bought it 2 weeks ago. I turned it on and began revving my engine. That wasn't until my imbecile of a brother came out. Speaking of my brother, he's awfully annoying and an ass. One day, I'm probably going to murder him. But not today. Some days, my brother can be insightful and smart. But today was not one of those days.
"ACE! YOU CANT FUCKING ACT LIKE THAT. YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT." I heard my brother talk, but I tried to ignore him. The ignoring soon ended when he came up to my bike and turned the key off.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
"You heard me Ace, you can't act like that around dad, me, and those kids."
"SAYS WHO?"
"Says everything, everybody, and me. The mafia code says it, too." My brothers took a deep breath as I stepped off of my bike. He pulled out two cigars. They were gigarno, an expensive Italian cigar. He handed one to me in between his two fingers. I took it and placed it in my mouth. I grabbed my metal lighter out of my pocket. It had my name engraved in it. I lit my cigar and handed my brother my lighter. I walked out of our humongous black garage into our driveway. It was surrounded by many guards, but my brother and I soon shooed them away. I took long swigs of my cigar.
For some reason, it brought peace to me. Including when I lost my mother. That is one unknown thing that I will never know. As I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I found the anger Sizzle down. I soon brought myself back when I looked at my brother.
We chatted for a bit. Our conversations included shipments coming in in guard placements. After a bit of conversation, we both walked inside to find Casey making the two little girls dinner. Damn I didn't notice it was so God damn late. I hadn't seen my father yet. And when I do, it's going to be a nightmare.
Emmalyn's pov
As we continue down the steps, I can't stop imagining what's going to happen. Never once in my life would I ever think this would happen. Snapping out of my thoughts we soon reach the kitchen. It was f****** huge. There was quartz black countertops with marble black splash and sleep black cabinets. There wasn't a spot of dust anywhere. It was very modern, yet very cozy at the same time. Who knew a kitchen could be this big?
"So girls, what would you like?" Casey asked as she sat Gracie down on the counter.
"Erhm. I don't know."
"Hey, kiddo, don't be scared to ask any questions. I'm not like them. I promise. So, what would you like?"
"Chic-ken salad." I said as I stood near her.
"Kay sweetheart. Go ahead and sit down." She said, pointing at a bar stool. I grabbed Gracie and sat her next to me. We sat on two tall sleek black bar stools. I washed as Casey grabbed the ingredients and began cooking and preparing the food. She seemed awfully nice, but you never know who you can trust. she began grabbing the chicken out of the fridge and shopping the lettuce into bits. The chicken was already cooked so all she had to do is cut it. She threw the salad into a bowl and begin cutting the chicken.
Turning my attention away was a creek coming from a large door. I looked behind me to see two tall men, Salvatore, and Ace. I immediately turned around because I was dreading this moment. It had been around 45 minutes since our whole altercation. And I damn sure did not want that happening again. Salvatore came beside me in the other stool. I flinched at his sudden movement. I made sure that I didn't make eye contact. His hand soon fell on mine. I immediately looked over.
"Calm piccolo, calm down." He said. But like I said you never know who you can trust. I assume Ace was still standing somewhere behind me but I didn't know exactly. I didn't want to know where he was at, I didn't even want to see his face. He scared me like no one before, and I usually am not scared easily. It's like he could just do whatever whenever, like he has power over everything. My attention was soon brought back to life when Casey begins speaking. Salvatore removed his hand off of mine.
"Ok, princesses, dinner is done. Go sit at the table." Casey said. I walked over to the large black table like everything in this house is and sat down. The one thing that was surprised me was when Ace sat down next to me. I flinched immediately when I looked over. Salvatore happened to carry Gracie. Gracie sat next to me and Salvatore sat next to her, next to Salvatore was Casey. But she passed out the food first. Armando, Carlo, and Alessandro were nowhere to be found. That might be for the best anyway. Casey soon passed out the food and we began to eat. I was very hungry, I hadn't eaten in days. It was like I was in Heaven until Ace interrupted me.
"Why?"
"Wh-at do y-ou mean why?," I said, shivering.
"Why are you so jumpy? Why do you always shiver when I speak, why do you stutter, why are you so scared, and why the hell are there bruises all over you?"
I immediately tensed up at his words. I totally forgot what he had seen. I thought that was the least of my problems, but I was wrong. I went quiet and continued eating. I soon felt a deadly glare staring down at me. I tried to ignore it, but that didn't last long. "Answer me now." I was going to start stuttering it out, the answer that was, until the front door was busted open. The next thing I know I heard gunshots. Gunshots.
I heard men screaming and multiple gunshots. What I hadn't noticed was that Salvatore grabbed Gracie and Casey and began going down a long hall. Ace stood up, surprised, and drew a gun from his waistband.
"Get the fuck down." He said as he faced the door. I immediately obeyed and went under the table. More gunshots were heard and more screaming. S***, Gracie, I swear to God if something happens to her.....
Boom. My ear started ringing. That gunshot was close. I stood up and looked around. I looked up to see Ace covered in crimson red. I looked at the floor and there were about 8 men dead. Ace turned around and looked at me. That's when I heard another gunshot. Ace was shot. He grabbed his chest in pain and then turned around and shot the man who shot him. He soon fell to the ground.
"Ace, Ace are you okay?" I said as I slowly crawled out from under the table.
"What the fuck do you think?" He replied. I ignored his rudeness and walked over to him. He was sitting against a wall, clenching his chest.
"Wh-at what do I do?" I ask him.
"Take off one of their shirts and bring it over here," He said.
"You want me to touch a dead person?" I said looking at him stupid.
"Do you want to be a dead person?" He said tilting his head and raising his eyebrow.
"Why the fuck are you always so rude?" I say mumbling as I roll my eyes and walk over to the dead person. Oh God. OH fuck. Eww. Eww. AH SHIT, I'M TOUCHING A DEAD PERSON. These were my thoughts as I peeled a now red shirt off of a man Ace shot. I hurried and grabbed it and ran back over to Ace with a disgusted look.
"Your a pussy, put the shirt on the wound and push really hard." He instructed.
"Asshole." I said as I pushed as hard as I could. He sat there emotionlessly as if it didn't hurt. What the hell?
"Go in the cabinet by the sink and grab the bandages." I did as he said. I ran back over to him after I grabbed the stuff.
"Now the knife in my left pocket and cut my shirt. Then wrap my chest." I did as he said and he instructed me as we went a long. 5 minutes later I was about done, Salvatore came in through the hallway he left through.
"Great fucking timing bro," Ace said as I helped him up. "Fuck, don't get shot because it hurts."
"Holy fuck Ace are you okay? Is the bullet out?" Salvatore asked.
"Sure. No." Ace replied, he is very dull with his responses.
"Lets get you to the med room and I will fix you up." He then turned to me, "You okay kiddo?" I swallow my fear and nod. "I'm gonna take you to the med room anyway, just to make sure."
I finally speak up, "Is Gracie okay?"
"Yes, she's with my dad, Armando, Carlo, and Casey."
"Okay." I say as we head to the med room.
What the fuck just happened?