Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“What do you have for me?”
“It’s all too clean,” Noah responds. I got the basics when we ran her address. She lives with her father and older sister.
The dad works for some tech company, and the sister doesn’t have any job at the moment. Interesting that neither of the girls work.
Well, not a typical job anyway. Because Ace has a job: being a little thief. It can be one of the hardest jobs out there. The risks are hardly ever worth it. Which makes me wonder why she would do it. I can’t wrap my mind around it.
“Fake clean?”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
“Interesting.” My little Ace seems to have many layers to her. And I plan on peeling back each and every one of them until I know her inside and out.
“The tech company the father works for is bullshit. I had one of our guys trying to take a peek for himself, and his computer was locked down tight. Said that type of security had the FBI written all over it.”
“You think that’s all it is? He works deep for the FBI? Computers or some shit?”
“I’m not sure.” I can tell Noah is irritated. He has been since Ace became an obsession for me. He doesn’t like all the unknown. I’m sure it’s not helping that he too can sense something is off here.
“Send what you have over. I want to look at it for myself.”
“All right. We’ll keep digging.”
“I want to know the second you have anything.”
“Got it.”
I end the call before I pull up my emails. It might be a long shot, but I grab the photos of Ace’s sister and father to send off to an old friend. He might be able to find information for me. Vane Bartow always has a few tricks up his sleeve, but I’ll owe him a favor. It’s worth it. Bartow’s favors run on the cleaner side of things. Still illegal but not bloody. He’s got his fingers all over the government.
I shuffle through the files on my phone, reading every detail. It is clean. Even a bit too cookie-cutter. I pull the picture of the father up again. He’s familiar, but I can’t place him. The beard isn’t helping.
Her cell phone history has nothing. She only talks and texts with her sister and father. They really all keep to themselves. There has to be a reason.
Movement catches my eye at the front door. Ace comes strolling out in a dress too fucking tiny for my liking. Showing off all those delectable curves of hers. Ones my hands itch to grab on to. I grip the steering wheel as I watch her. She comes to the end of her driveway and waits. A few seconds later, a car pulls up with a lighted sign. She slips into the back of the Lyft.
I smile when it heads in the direction of my casino. I’ll be in more control there. I fire a text off to Noah, letting him know we’re coming in and to be ready for her to take a table.
Watching her run one of my black tables is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Normally, it has me seeing red but not with her. I could watch her for hours. Hell, I have. The footage I have on her, I’ve played on a loop like a fucking psycho, but that’s not saying much. I’ve never been the most rational. You can’t be when you came up the way I did and have come this far in life.
I let her slip out of the Lyft before I exit my car, tossing the key to one of the valets. The kid pauses when he sees the car I got out of. I was trying to blend in and not stand out while I was parked on her street. I didn’t want my little Ace catching on to me yet, but that’s ending now.
Keeping her at an arm's length to watch and learn about her is over. As much as I love watching her, I need more. I need to touch her. To see how soft her skin really is. To know what she smells like. Bury my hands into her curls, tits, and cunt. I’ll know what every part of her smells and tastes like. She’ll be mine in every way.
I stalk her into the casino. She eyes up the tables, trying to pick one. For as good as she is at counting cards, reading people isn’t her strong suit. Her choices in tables aren’t the best, but that doesn’t matter. I always move people in and out around her. Controlling the world around her to fit how I want it. Not only because I can be an obsessive controlling asshole but because in that control, it offers her protection. That above all else is my biggest obsession.