ACE:Las Vegas Bad Boys(55)

Ace might be a lot of things—the son of a mafia boss and the owner of a casino, the most eligible bachelor in Vegas and friends with some of the most famous men in the city—but he isn’t a liar.

I thought he might be, when we first met ... when I thought he might be the Bullet my sister had been texting. But there was a legit reason they had spoke, and he was honest and forthright about all of it. About his relationship with Janie.

And Grotto is the man being questioned by the cops, not Ace.

Ace swore his innocence, and I have no reason to think he’s lied to me.

And the thing is, I want to believe he’s innocent. I want to believe the words he whispers in my ears. I want promises of forever, because they are something no one has ever offered me.

“Where did you come from, Ace?” I ask, as he runs his hand down my back, over my ass, then toward my front.

His hand presses against my opening, and warmth washes over me. I feel myself melting into to him as he glides one finger over the length of my pussy, teasing at the entrance, not going in.

“I came from an ugly place, Rose. A place too dark for you.” He kisses my shoulder, my neck, tickling at my ear as his breath intensifies.

“Try me, Ace,” I say, shifting my legs apart a bit more so he knows I want his fingers in my folds, want him to make me drip like he has done before.

“Baby, I come from the motherfucking place Godfather was invented. None of it was pretty. None of it was good.”

“Okay,” I say, knowing Ace has edges that are rough too, a past that has formed his present. “Anything good about that place? Anything at all?”

His fingers no longer graze my opening; they ease their way in, and I greedily lift my leg and rest it on the tiled bench.

He smiles at this, liking the way I am presenting my pussy to him.

“You really want me to talk about my ma when I’m getting ready to finger fuck the hell out of you?”

I laugh. “You are so filthy. Like, the filthiest.”

“You haven’t been with a bad boy before?”

“Ace, I’ve only ever been with bad boys.” I say, shaking my head, then biting my lip, because he is starting to get me going with his hand. I move my hand to his thick cock, wanting to share the love. “But not your kind of bad boy ... this glamorous, loaded kind. I grew up in a place that is a different kind of dirty than you. You may have had the real Boss as your father ... but you had money and connections. I had welfare checks and CPS calls. I had the kind of dirty that destroys a person.”

“Oh, baby,” Ace says, smacking my ass and pulling me to him. “I think we’re just wrecked in different ways.”

“You swear to God you won’t break me, Ace?” I ask, my eyes searing into his. Needing him to not look away. Needing him to stop with the fucking for just a second and tell me the truth.

“I won’t break you,” he says, the timber of his voice so sure, so solid. “Emmy Rose, I will help pick up your pieces.”



We don’t fuck in the shower. Instead he washes my hair and washes my back and kisses my lips and cheeks and nose. He kisses my shoulders. My nipples. He gets on his knees and kisses my stomach and holds me at my waist while I run my hands through his dark hair.

I wash his ass and his solid chest. I wash his cock, all the while making promises I intend to keep.

And he dries me off when we step out of the shower. The heavy towel drapes around me like a blanket and I remember I am in the penthouse of the Spades Royalle, and the man who loves me owns this fucking place, and when did this become my life?

“You okay?” he asks, and then immediately raises his hands to apologize. “Sorry, baby, you just had me so worried when I didn’t hear from you.”

Ace wraps a towel around his waist and I follow him out of the bathroom.

“No worries now,” I say, as he leads me to a gorgeous bedroom. His space is so simple—crisp whites and muted grays, soft blankets and softer lighting. “I mean, Janie woke up. Soon she’ll talk. She can tell me everything I need to know about what was going on leading up to the crash, and our life will be gravy.”

“So you’re close with your sister?” he asks, setting his phone in a docking station. Relaxing music soon fills the room and my shoulders drop.

“Well, not exactly.” I frown. “Okay, not at all. She sort of skipped town after our parents died and has always flitted around ... never came back.”

“So you haven’t seen her in a while?”

“A long while. Years. That’s why I feel like this whole thing is a second chance for us. A second chance for us to be a family.”

Ace looks uncomfortable, pulling back the blankets on his king sized bed.