rooms, he closed the door behind them
and leaned against it. “What’s up?”
“What do you
mean, ‘what’s up’?” she snapped. “You fucked me last night and we had plans
today and you fuckin’ blew me off.”
Ace frowned.
“We’re not exclusive, Lisa.”
“I know we’re
not exclusive, Ace, but I changed my plans to be here today, and you know it.
You better fuckin’ explain why you took off and left me without a word, and I
swear to God, if it’s about that tiny little bitch out there, you and I are
gonna have a problem.”
Ace saw red as
he shoved Lisa gently but firmly up against the wall, his hand on her chest.
“You ever fuckin’ call her a bitch again, Lisa, you are gonna have a fuckin’
bigger problem than me blowin’ you off.”
She scowled up
at him. “Fuck you, Ace.”
“No. Never
again, Lis. Why don’t you go ahead and fuck off.” He lowered his hand and
walked out the door.
“This isn’t
over, asshole,” Lisa yelled as Ace made his way back to Cassidy.
It was for him,
but he refused to waste anymore time… or breath on the whore down the hall. He
arrived in the common room to find Cassidy leaning over the pool table, her
perfect little ass on display for everyone, and he felt irritation rear its
head.
He noticed
Train, one of the young recruits eyeing her and headed to him immediately.
“Look away, Train, or I will fuckin’ remove your eyes from their sockets.”
“Sorry, Ace,” he
grumbled, and walked out of the room.
The recruit
taken care of, Ace turned back to Cassidy, only to find Mack, one of his
brothers, leaning over her showing her how to make a shot. Mack typically ran
with Booker, but when he wasn’t, he was usually somewhere with a woman… or two.
Man whore would have been a far softer description of the young attorney, and
Ace didn’t want him anywhere near his woman.
“Mack,” Ace
ground out.
“Ace.” Mack
grinned, but didn’t look at him or remove himself from Cassidy. Instead, he ran
his hand over her arm and repositioned it. “Like this, babe. It’ll put less
spin on the ball and you’ll be able to get it in the pocket.”
Cassidy pulled
her arm back and shot the cue forward, the clack of the white ball hitting a
solid, and then her little squeal of victory as the solid slid into the pocket.
Ace went hard at the sound.
“Ohmigod, it
worked,” she said. “Thanks, Mack.”
“Anytime, babe.”
“Fuck off,
Mack,” Ace hissed.
“Carter!”
Cassidy snapped. “Language.”
“Yeah, Carter ,
there are kids around. What’s your problem?” Mack glanced at Ace with a shit-eating
grin on his face, still touching Cassidy.
Ace faced his
brother, his back to the kids and mouthed “fuck off” again before inserting
himself between Cassidy and Mack, shoving the man out of the way. Mack’s
response was to laugh, although, he did put distance between them.
Ace wrapped an
arm possessively around Cassidy’s waist and pulled her close, only to have her
worm her way out of his hold and step closer to Maverick. She sent him a look
that spoke volumes, though, and Ace frowned at her. He picked up that she
didn’t want public displays of affection around her son, at least not yet, but
that didn’t mean Ace had to like it.
He crossed his
arms over his chest and watched as Hawk helped Lily make a shot, even though it
was boys against girls. Lily stared up at her dad with hero worship in her eyes
and Ace hoped he’d have that one day. He wanted nothing more than to have kids
with Cassidy… he just had to figure out how to make it happen sooner than
later.
A few minutes
later, once the girls had “won” the game, Cassidy declared it was time to get
Maverick home and into bed.
“Aw, Mom, Lily
and I were going to play Super Smash Bros.”
“I’m sure Mrs.
James and I can figure out a time for you and Lily to have a play date. Maybe
at our place,” Cassidy countered. “So, you can play another day.”
“But we don’t
have Super Smash
and leaned against it. “What’s up?”
“What do you
mean, ‘what’s up’?” she snapped. “You fucked me last night and we had plans
today and you fuckin’ blew me off.”
Ace frowned.
“We’re not exclusive, Lisa.”
“I know we’re
not exclusive, Ace, but I changed my plans to be here today, and you know it.
You better fuckin’ explain why you took off and left me without a word, and I
swear to God, if it’s about that tiny little bitch out there, you and I are
gonna have a problem.”
Ace saw red as
he shoved Lisa gently but firmly up against the wall, his hand on her chest.
“You ever fuckin’ call her a bitch again, Lisa, you are gonna have a fuckin’
bigger problem than me blowin’ you off.”
She scowled up
at him. “Fuck you, Ace.”
“No. Never
again, Lis. Why don’t you go ahead and fuck off.” He lowered his hand and
walked out the door.
“This isn’t
over, asshole,” Lisa yelled as Ace made his way back to Cassidy.
It was for him,
but he refused to waste anymore time… or breath on the whore down the hall. He
arrived in the common room to find Cassidy leaning over the pool table, her
perfect little ass on display for everyone, and he felt irritation rear its
head.
He noticed
Train, one of the young recruits eyeing her and headed to him immediately.
“Look away, Train, or I will fuckin’ remove your eyes from their sockets.”
“Sorry, Ace,” he
grumbled, and walked out of the room.
The recruit
taken care of, Ace turned back to Cassidy, only to find Mack, one of his
brothers, leaning over her showing her how to make a shot. Mack typically ran
with Booker, but when he wasn’t, he was usually somewhere with a woman… or two.
Man whore would have been a far softer description of the young attorney, and
Ace didn’t want him anywhere near his woman.
“Mack,” Ace
ground out.
“Ace.” Mack
grinned, but didn’t look at him or remove himself from Cassidy. Instead, he ran
his hand over her arm and repositioned it. “Like this, babe. It’ll put less
spin on the ball and you’ll be able to get it in the pocket.”
Cassidy pulled
her arm back and shot the cue forward, the clack of the white ball hitting a
solid, and then her little squeal of victory as the solid slid into the pocket.
Ace went hard at the sound.
“Ohmigod, it
worked,” she said. “Thanks, Mack.”
“Anytime, babe.”
“Fuck off,
Mack,” Ace hissed.
“Carter!”
Cassidy snapped. “Language.”
“Yeah, Carter ,
there are kids around. What’s your problem?” Mack glanced at Ace with a shit-eating
grin on his face, still touching Cassidy.
Ace faced his
brother, his back to the kids and mouthed “fuck off” again before inserting
himself between Cassidy and Mack, shoving the man out of the way. Mack’s
response was to laugh, although, he did put distance between them.
Ace wrapped an
arm possessively around Cassidy’s waist and pulled her close, only to have her
worm her way out of his hold and step closer to Maverick. She sent him a look
that spoke volumes, though, and Ace frowned at her. He picked up that she
didn’t want public displays of affection around her son, at least not yet, but
that didn’t mean Ace had to like it.
He crossed his
arms over his chest and watched as Hawk helped Lily make a shot, even though it
was boys against girls. Lily stared up at her dad with hero worship in her eyes
and Ace hoped he’d have that one day. He wanted nothing more than to have kids
with Cassidy… he just had to figure out how to make it happen sooner than
later.
A few minutes
later, once the girls had “won” the game, Cassidy declared it was time to get
Maverick home and into bed.
“Aw, Mom, Lily
and I were going to play Super Smash Bros.”
“I’m sure Mrs.
James and I can figure out a time for you and Lily to have a play date. Maybe
at our place,” Cassidy countered. “So, you can play another day.”
“But we don’t
have Super Smash
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