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“Unless you want me to call your uncle and tell him exactly what kind of piece of shit he’s let into his home, I suggest you leave.” My eyes flick to my cell phone on the nightstand.
“Have it your way, Princess. I’ve got places to be, anyway.” He starts pulling on clothes.
A rogue tear slips down my cheeks as I hug the sheet to my body. I can’t believe this is the same night as when I first arrived.
I trusted Ace with a piece of my heart, and he ripped it out of my chest and crushed it with his bare hands.
And he still. Doesn’t. Care.
When he’s dressed, he grabs his cell and starts for the door. “So that’s really how you want to leave it?” I call.
He pauses at the last second and glances back at me. “I don’t think there’s anything left to say, do you?”
“I guess not.”
“Happy Birthday, Princess.” He smirks. “Thanks for the ride.”
Ace stalks out of the room without looking back, taking my bloodied, broken heart with him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ace
I storm away from the pool house without looking back. I can’t. If I so much as glance over my shoulder then I’m going to break.
Something rustles in the trees beside me, but I’m too focused on where I’m going to look if someone’s there.
I did what I needed to do. My plan is in motion, and I need to stay strong. This is what it’s all about: making James admit the truth and putting together those final missing puzzle pieces from my life.
He’s the one to blame for how my life turned out. Things were good… okay, no, things were fine before dad die— was murdered. Or at least that was the plan. I don’t think anyone, James especially, expected him to turn up again like fucking ghost.
If only he revealed all his secrets that day, none of this would have been necessary.
He wanted me to discover the truth myself.
I’m not only doing this for me, I’m doing it for my brothers. Dad might have set this all in motion, but he should be under no illusion that he’s next on my hit list, should he ever be brave enough to show his face again.
He might have successfully blackmailed me into handing over the chunk of cash I’d stashed to protect my family, but he went against his promise to stay away. I know he saw my mom, and I know he’s the reason she overdosed that night.
When I was a child, I thought he was a god. I doted on him. Wanted to be just like him. But after my
most recent interaction with him, I fear my memory might be doing me a disservice.
He is not a good man.
I can’t argue that James probably had his reasons to do what he did, but he didn’t need to leave us after. Dad might have been an asshole, but at least back then we had two parents and I didn’t need to step up to the plate.
Throwing my leg over my bike, I rev the engine and get the hell out of the Bay. I can’t be here right now when every little part of this town reminds me of her.
I arrive in the Heights in record time. After stopping for some supplies, I pull up in our old trailer park and bring the bike to a stop. There’s a patch of land behind the park, and every weekend it’s where everyone heads to get fucked up.
With a couple of bottles of scotch in hand, I make my way down. Nearly everyone ignores me—they’re too high and wasted around to pay me any attention, let alone recognize me.
I wasn’t lying when I said that Cruz and D weren’t my real crew. They’re good people. They have honest jobs and mostly live honest lives. These motherfuckers down here? These are real Heighters, and I would never bring Remi here.
“Are my eyes deceiving me? Is that really Ace fucking Jagger walking towards me?” JJ barks after doing a double-take.
“Well, fuck me. The wanderer returns. Decided against living it up with the rich chicks in the Bay, then? Thought you’d come back and have a pop at our pussy?” Dean says, amusement filling his dark and dangerous eyes.
