Ace of Hearts

by Gray, Khardine

  I was trying to balance out things in my mind and came to the conclusion that I couldn’t just sit back and wait for something to happen to her. I couldn’t just push her out of my mind while I focused on locating the blueprints.

  I couldn’t do it. It was against what I morally stood for and against me.

  So here I was attempting to do both.

  I was going to see Ethan in an hour to talk with him, but I needed to clear my head first. That was why I went to see Jia.

  Attempting to split my responsibilities meant I couldn’t worry over her the way I was, and it didn’t mean me pussyfooting around following Giovanni’s orders to stay away from her. Me trying to look in on her without him noticing or bitching at me, reminding me she belonged to fucking Armand. As if it was really his choice who she belonged to.

  Bottom line was I couldn’t worry and wonder if the Ra might step up their game by taking her to make him give them the prints. Not when I could do something about it to try and protect her.

  So, my first port of call when I knew my dear boss was in his office saw me barging into the said office while he was on a phone call.

  Giovanni’s nostrils flared and he glowered at me with fire in his eyes, like he wished he could incinerate me with one look.

  He hung up and stood, squaring off with me.

  “What the fuck is this?” he barked.

  “I’m going to Jia’s tonight,” I informed him.

  His brows shot up and his glare intensified. That was clearly the wrong thing to say to him. Not asking, not even offering any kind of negotiation.

  I’d just informed.

  “Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are giving me orders?”

  “I’m not giving you orders. I’m just telling you what I’m doing so you know that’s where I’ll be.” He’d wanted me here for the nightshift coverage. I wasn’t doing that.

  “You got some balls kid,” he threw back.

  “Yes. I do. She’ll be safe with me, and I’ll take care of her. Call your boy off for tonight and tomorrow.”

  That would give me enough time to figure things out. That was what I needed. Time and the mental space to process.

  He growled and I took that to mean surrender. However, as I looked at him I couldn’t help but feel disgusted. More disgusted. I’d always heard that mobsters were greedy bastards. He proved that to be true every step of the fucking way.

  It was only yesterday that I’d seen him with two of the worst people imaginable. Him demanding his money.

  How much was he getting?

  I hoped it was worth it to him.

  Making deals with devils and not thinking about the consequences until it was too late.

  I turned and left him there. On to see Ethan next.

  The worry on Ethan’s face was evident.

  His reaction made me wish I’d told him about the Ra from yesterday.

  The three of us had met at my place again.

  We sat around the table and I thought I should express my worry over Jia being taken.

  “I feel like … we need to be careful,” Ethan stated after a few minutes of silence. “You know how easy it is to blow your cover. Especially around people who are always suspicious.”

  “I know, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to be aware of the potential of something happening and not say or do something.”

  “I get it. Of course I do. I’ll also step up our game from my end. I’ll request assistance from senior intelligence and see if they can look in on things we aren’t able to. I do feel though that if we get the prints the risk is eliminated.”

  The risk would definitely be eliminated and switch the focus from Giovanni or Jia.

  I’d grab the prints, he’d lose his shit when he discovered they were missing and his movements and rage would be enough to get the message out to the threat that he was no longer in possession of them.

  “We need to work harder and smarter,” Ethan added.

  I’d already decided that was exactly what I was doing. Working harder and smarter. “I agree. We totally need to do both.” I straightened up and pushed my shoulders back.

  Ethan stood up. “I’ll go speak to headquarters and see what I can arrange. Try to focus Xander, I can see you’re quite worried about the girl. I know this isn’t ideal given Balthazar’s attachment to the Ra, but let’s all try to focus on the aspects we know we need to worry about. Get the prints and eliminate the threat.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, get the prints and eliminate the threat.”

  He rested a supportive hand on my shoulder , gave me a curt nod then left us.

  I listened out for the door closing before I looked away and focused my attention on Wes. He hadn’t said much through the meeting.

  Wes was already looking at me. Curiosity was all over his face.

  “You’re really worried about her, aren’t you?” He inclined his head to the side.

  I stared at him. “I think we should be.”

  “It’s more than that though. You like her.” Wes smiled.

  I opened my mouth to say something to side step the question but the words faded from my mind.

  I wouldn’t even try to lie and say maybe I liked her. I knew myself and knew it was past that.

  “Geez.” Wes chuckled. “No answer Xander?” He sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He looked intrigued.

  “I care about her,” I confessed.

  “Sounds a little more than care to me,” he pointed out. Only my best friend could guess that.

  “Wes, please.”

  “Don’t you Wes please me. Come on, if we can’t talk like this to each other who can we talk to. It’s okay if you like her.”

  “How can that be okay?”

  “Since when are people able to help who they have feelings for?” He chuckled. “Man I’ll admit I guessed right from we saw that picture of her. Can’t fool me, or hide. I knew you liked her.

  Right again. “Okay, so yes you’re right. You’re right…” My voice trailed off and that just seemed to pique his interest more.

  “Did something happen between you two?” He narrowed his eyes.

  My lack of answering however gave him the answer and his mouth fell open.

  “Dayummm,” he gasped. “Why wouldn’t you tell me something like that?’

  “It’s not something to talk about, especially…” I placed my hand at my head. “I don’t know what I’m doing Wes. Something about her… draws me in.”

  “Haven’t heard you talk like that in a while, or… ever. She must have really done a number on you.”

  Maybe she had. Maybe I was so sucked in by her that I couldn’t see for shit. I just knew how I felt. Worried yes, but I wouldn’t cast off the fact that there was more and I did like her.

  I dropped my gaze to the concrete floor and stared down at the gray surface.

  “I’m going to her tonight,” I told him. I’d wanted to leave for Jia’s soon, before it got late. It was nearly seven now, she would have left work around six.

  He smiled when I looked back to him. “All night?”

  I thought about it and nodded. There was no damn way I was going to Jia’s house to sit and watch her and not touch her the way I wanted.

  Kudos to me for trying to resist for the last week and one day. And for keeping the focus on my job.

  “Well this is certainly different from the last time.” He pointed out.

  It wasn’t true though. He was talking about Elena. She was a woman I’d met at a resort in Ecuador. I liked her but I never experienced the same thing I’d experienced with Jia.

  I hated to admit this but I’d never experienced that with anyone. Not even Claire and she was the first person to make me open my heart.

  Jia was the next.

  Both in different ways. Claire opened it and guided me to who I was supposed to be. She’d helped me find the direction I wanted my life to go in. Set me on the path of good from a very bad life style.

  Ji
a, however, felt like… redemption.

  Redemption from wondering around in the dark for all these years. she was that breath of fresh air. Breath of new life breathed into me that made my heart start beating again. it felt like she’d set me on a path too, and it was something I couldn’t ignore. Nor resist.

  Damn… I wanted her. I fucking wanted her in every essence of the word and I knew I was bat shit crazy for wanting a woman I wasn’t supposed to have.

  The mafia princess. Jesus… I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do to straighten myself out. all I knew was I was going to her place tonight.

  “Xander…” Wes’ took me out of my thoughts. His voice held an edge of warning. “Be careful man. The woman is hot like sin but please don’t forget who she is. The mafia king’s daughter. It could get more messy in a way you don’t want. Remember she’s his price.”

  I nodded.

  What Wes didn’t realize was, she’d become mine too.

  Chapter 23

  Jia

  * * *

  I made chicken cannelloni.

  Ma taught me how to make it.

  It was one of the first meals she ever taught me to make. She said it was simple, but sometimes the simplest of meals were the hardest because it’s hard to get the flavor right.

  People expected it to be simple and totally missed out on the flavor.

  She taught me how to think of each part, focus on each part and then you’d end up with a meal fit for God himself.

  Or in my case, the guy I was trying to impress.

  I thought Xander would indeed like my cooking and be impressed by it.

  Damn Frankie had liked the smell, but that was all he was getting.

  He brought me home from the casino and was hell bent on staying for dinner when he saw me making the meal.

  He’d said Pa told him to wait with me until Xander got here.

  I was hoping to have a little time to myself to get ready properly, but Frankie was like a shadow. Thank goodness he wasn’t as overbearing as he’d been the other day. Instead he seemed to guess something saucy was up and it was more like he was messing around by being here.

  My heart lifted when the doorbell rang. It was Xander. Pa would have given him a key to my house. I liked it though that he still rang the bell.

  I rushed to answer the door before Frankie could get it.

  “Jesus woman, you gonna knock me over,” Frankie balked as I dashed ahead of him. Excitement taking me like a kid on Christmas morning eager to open all their gifts. Well tonight I really hoped I got to unwrap mine.

  I didn’t answer him. No point, and it was a waste of my breath. I opened the door and there Xander stood. He’d bought a bottle of wine like it really was a dinner invite. A date.

  Frankie scuffed when he looked at Xander and saw the wine.

  “Okay, wine?” He raised his brows. “And dinner? What the fuck is going on between you two?” he asked playfully.

  “Frankie I believe you have now been relieved of your duties,” I informed him, trying to bite back a smile and failing.

  He frowned at me. “You Miss Lady, you thank your lucky stars I’m here.” He looked to Xander and smiled. “Although, I think it’s because it’s me why our new friend here risked bringing you wine.”

  “Maybe,” Xander replied in that cool, casual way.

  “Okay, goodnight Frankie,” I intoned.

  He cut me a crude stare. “I can’t even have a bite of food and a glass of wine? He brought the good stuff.”

  I laughed. “How about I make you Sunday roast next weekend? Ma’s special.” Anything to get rid of him.

  He nodded firmly. “Oh yes. Anything that woman cooked was divine. Okay. I’m gone. Xander, you call me if there’s trouble.”

  Xander nodded but his gaze was on me. His gaze never left me as Frankie walked past us and left, closing the door.

  As the door clicked shut he set down the bottle of wine on the sideboard and shrugged out of his biker jacket.

  The black fitted, long-sleeved t-shirt he wore gave a great show of his perfect frame. Like everything else he wore. Completely designed to show off the masterpiece he was.

  That perfect V shape tapering down his washboard abs straight to his waistline, Levi’s hung low on his hips and desire filling his eyes. It was all perfection. Everything and all of him.

  He stepped closer to me but I stayed where I was. Not because I didn’t want to go to him. It was that I wanted to savor the moment.

  Sometimes you had to stop and watch. Watch it all unfold before you to see it and appreciate it. Like how he reached for me, and like how the world faded away again the minute he touched me.

  The bubble from last week recreated itself and passion did the rest.

  Passion, my old friend, came back in full force when Xander’s lips met mine.

  Unlike the chaste kiss he’d given me earlier, this kiss blazed within seconds of contact.

  It started with a spark of desire and ignited into a flame of wild reckless abandon that claimed me.

  He rained hungry kisses on my lips and all thoughts of dinner and how the evening was going to play out faded from my mind. It shoved everything to the back of beyond when he picked me up and carried me upstairs to my bedroom.

  With my legs wrapped around his waist I continued to kiss him, not holding back for this part.

  I was done admiring. Done savoring, ready to indulge in the man who touched me like he wanted every inch of me.

  He kissed the clothes off me. Layer by layer they came off. His too.

  That shirt of his was the first thing I dragged off. I wanted to touch the tight taut skin of his abs. I wanted to touch him and taste him everywhere, the same way he touched and tasted me.

  And I did.

  But… just like the last few times I’d been with this man, he managed to paralyze me and capture my will.

  Paralyzed with need, the powerful sensation of his touch throbbed below my waist in anticipation of what would come next.

  I didn’t have to wait too long to find out. He parted my thighs and nuzzled his face into my mound, teasing my folds open and pressing his tongue right inside my pussy.

  I gasped as my body bowed to the sensation, my toes curled, my back arched, my soul pushed to the brink. Teetering on the brink of the edge.

  And still, all this time we hadn’t spoken. Not a damn word. The room was just filled with my groans of pleasure. Pleasure he gave me with his gifted mouth.

  The building shivers consumed me, every muscle tensed and then it came - A soul-shattering orgasm that robbed me of my senses.

  “Nuggg…hhhh,” I cried, grabbing on to the silk sheets as if they could help me.

  “That’s it baby, give yourself to me,” he commanded. His voice gruff, sexy, masculine, everything.

  He didn’t have to tell me to give myself to him. I was already his. Already there, right from hello.

  My tormented groan begged him to continue. It spoke for me and he listened, giving me more as he returned to my core and continued to lick. Lick, suck, kiss, taste.

  Devour.

  I became dizzy with desire and the pleasure short-circuited my brain. Just as a raw rippling wave washed over me, he rose and guided the fat head of his cock to my entrance.

  One thrust into me seared me with the thickness and sheer magnitude of him. Xander started moving inside me, filling me up and stretching my walls at the same time to take him.

  Him inside me was like nothing else.

  My muscles spasmed around his cock with the pleasure that stormed inside me.

  Soon he started pounding, pounding into my body in rough strokes, making my body writhe with orgasm overload. The climax that took me shook me with a force that made my entire body shudder.

  After the shudder it was like I was sucked into a moment and time cascaded along. Non-existent to me.

  Each hard thrust sent me reeling as he fucked me hard and sure. Pistoning harder and faster, slamming into my bo
dy.

  Then the tension coiled again and I reached for him.

  He laced his fingers through mine, raising my hand over my head so we were eye to eye.

  We both cried out with the wildness that took us.

  I arched into him while he rutted into me like he’d lost control. We then bucked and thrashed against each other, gasping and groaning as we climaxed together. Sharing the release, sharing the moment.

  After… we lay together just like that, him holding me.

  Me holding him.

  Me wishing we could be like this forever.

  “Jia, if your Dad sees that he’s going to have questions.” Xander chuckled.

  I’d done my painting of him.

  I’d done it when we were exhausted and needed a break, and that came after food. Hours later.

  My poor cannelloni had to be reheated. It was still nice and still had the same effect because he enjoyed it, but it didn’t have that kick it would normally have when it was fresh.

  No matter, that just meant I had to invite him for dinner again. Soon.

  I hoped soon.

  He walked over to me wearing nothing but his boxers. He’d put them on at my request to do the painting.

  It was supposed to be his but I’d decided to keep it for myself, he just didn’t know that part yet.

  I’d painted him sitting on my bed with his hair ruffled and the desire in his eyes.

  I wanted to remember him like that.

  I wanted to remember us like this.

  That sounded so doom-filled, like I was preparing for something bad to happen, but I kind of was.

  I didn’t know what we were.

  That was a fact. I didn’t know what we were or what this night meant.

  He kissed my neck and started massaging my breasts again through my tank top.

  “Come on let me play with you. Your tits look good in this top.” He started tweaking my nipples but I swatted his hands away. I hadn’t failed to notice his obsession with my breasts and I definitely didn’t mind it.

  Unlike the way I would complain if I saw a man looking at my breasts I loved it, and did everything I could to get him to play with me. Just not while I was trying to finish up the painting.