Page 11 of Ace's Ascension

My cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Ace’s hot breath fans across my face and a whimper escapes my lips. I can’t think straight when he’s this close to me. “What do you want from me?”

Ace’s breath hitches in his throat and his nostrils flare. There’s a fire in his eyes turning them dark, drawing me to him even more. I can sense the raw power radiation off him into me and it calls to me. “Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”

“Do I have to be like the women you’re talking about?”

Ace’s jaw clenches, “If that’s what you want.” He spits out through gritted teeth. I shake my head and he relaxes. “I won’t ever hold you back. If you want a bunch of bikers between your legs, I won’t stop you. But understand this, once you’re mine, you’re mine. No one else. Understand?”

I nod my head unable to form words. I have a feeling deep inside of me that Ace means what he says and says what he means. Do I want to be his? Do I want this burly sexy biker to be mine? Ace leans down until our lips are a breath apart. “I will be back, Liz. You can count on it.”

Ace brushes his lips against mine and I whimper. I know once he leaves, my vibrator will get quite the workout. His lips leave mine and I think I pout but my head is spinning and myheart is beating hard against my chest. “Lock and barricade the door behind me.”

Nodding my head, I do what he says. Anger erupts from the depths of my stomach once I close the door. “Fuck, he did it again!” I growl in frustration.

I slam my fist against the door and settle in for the night, wondering when I will see the big, bad, burly biker again.

Chapter Seven

Ace

It’s been days since I’ve laid eyes on Liz. I had Stone drop my pickup off to her so she had a ride back and forth to work the day after I left her alone in her apartment. I gave her my cell phone number in the cab of the pickup, hoping she’d use it to call me, but she hasn’t. I fucked up by not getting her phone number to check on her. I could have Rooster get it, but if she wants to talk to me, she knows how. Besides, shit is going down with the Club and Savage Saints is my first priority. I’ve had Stone, one of the prospects, keep an eye on her when she’s working and so far nothing has happened to her, which makes me breathe a little easier.

The dance studio, Blayde’s Ol’ Lady, Siren is in charge of, was broken into in the middle of the night. Security cameras Rooster set up caught four men dressed all in black destroying everything inside. From ballet slippers to the full-length mirrors, the poles and bars, even the flooring was ripped to shreds. By the time we made it there, the men disappeared, which put Blayde and Kayne on a rampage. Stryker has been lashing out ateveryone, except for Holly, in his own rage because Siren is his sister from the Nomad, Reaper.

Shipments for the Savage Saints bar have gone missing and one of the bartenders quit mid-shift. She said strange as fuck things were happening to them while they were working and it terrified her. Rooster hasn’t caught anyone on camera fucking with shit, but we all know it's the Kozlov brothers trying to impede on our territory. They’re pissed we killed their baby brother Mikhail Kozlov.

Mikhail was working with Steam and Kingston kidnapping and selling women and children. When Rooster found out Mikhail was one of the men who tormented Alyssa growing up, we knew we couldn’t let him take his next breath. When we caught them using our bar as a backdoor to their skin trade, we killed Steam and Kingston. Rooster handled Mikhail.

Kayne took pity on my brooding ass at Church and he’s allowed me to take a break from trying to sniff these assholes out. I’m close, but not close enough. So, with my new time off, I’m riding solo with Stone and Butch heading to Liz’s work. I can’t not see her anymore. I miss the warmth of Liz sitting behind me. I’m still wondering what the fuck set her off like she did. Refusing to come with me when I needed her too? Why can’t she see I’m trying to protect her?

I want to either scream or drive my fist through someone’s face. Since I can’t do either without being thrown into the loony bin, I settle for throttling my bike and going as fast as I can. Stone and Butch keep up with me until the need to throttle someone passes.

I slow down and turn into the dance club’s parking lot. I’m still frustrated but not at Liz. I’m frustrated at myself for letting this sexy woman captivate me in ways no woman ever has before. Yeah, I’ve messed around with the club bunnies, but they were only to scratch an itch, nothing more. Liz on the otherhand, I’ve jacked off at least twice a day thinking about her plump red lips wrapped around my aching shaft. Or sliding into heaven between her legs.

Fuck, I’m in trouble. Parking my bike, I sit on it for a few minutes, willing myself to calm down. She doesn’t need me barging into her work like a caveman beating my chest and staking my claim. Even though every instinct is telling me that’s exactly what I need to do.

“Ready, Ace?” Butch asks. He lights up a smoke and waits for me.

Taking a deep breath, I nod my head. “Let’s do this.”

“I don’t think she’s the type to cave to demands, Ace. From what I’ve heard, you have to be smooth. Make her think it’s her idea and go with it. The minute you start throwing demanding shit her way, she’s going to shut down.” Stone chimes in.

“What the fuck?” I ask with wide eyes. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak, Stone. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Or something.” Stone shrugs his shoulders, his features are cold as ice. “Let’s get this fucking shit over with.”

“Well, fuck. Is that why she didn’t come with me last time? Because I didn’t ask?”

Butch nods his head, “I would guess so. With the way you’ve been moping around, she means something to you, then I’d go with Stone’s advice and ask her, not demand.”

I stare at Stone wondering who the hell he actually is as he walks off toward the dance club’s main doors and doesn’t even stop for the bouncers to check IDs. They look up at his six-six frame and turn away. Butch and I follow close behind. Our cuts are intimidating but add Stone into the mix and no one will blink if he starts shooting up the place, which I’m wondering if it’s possible.

We make our way into the dance club, the strobe lights are flashing all around us, making it trippy as we walk to the bar. Sweat, sex and alcohol permeate the air, making it hard to breathe. I spot Liz behind the bar, slinging drinks with a smile on her face. My heart picks up speed as she flips a bottle of Jack behind her back and catches it in front of her, then pours a shot, like Tom Cruise in that movieCocktail. Stone leads us to an empty booth set up in a dark corner.

A feisty blonde comes by and takes our drink order while trying to flirt with all of us. Butch flirts right back but Stone and I both ignore her. My eyes haven’t left Liz’s body since we walked in. The sexy curve of her hips, her plump ass, traveling up her body to her luscious chest has me hard in an instant. Then she smirks at one of the customers and I feel like my head is going to explode. It’s not a flirty smirk or a come-hither smirk, but it’s enough to get my blood boiling.

“Easy, brother.” Stone puts his hand on my arm. My body stiffens and now my blood is boiling for other reasons. I don’t like to be touched by anyone. The last person who touched me without my consent ended up buried beneath some extinct plants, never to be seen again. Stone realizes his mistake and immediately moves it away. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Ace.”

I wave him off, trying to calm down. I don’t want to kill one of my brothers. Butch is ready to spring into action if I lose it on Stone.

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