My Hell

Ace POV

We ate breakfast in silence then remained silent the whole weekend. I tried talking to her but she was not letting up. Asshole would be home Sunday and she already planned on him picking her up. I had to let her go but I prayed the fucking burning desire to touch her was the same intensity she felt for me.

My grand plan; hold out until she caved. Yeah, I know not too fucking bright but my head was all kinds of fucked up. Laying on the couch watching a movie with a few feet separating us felt like a country dividing us, the way we ate at the table avoiding eye contact at all cost made my heart pump poison through my veins, but how she avoided my touches, swiped my hand off her waist, or gave me a look of pure hatred when I leaned in for a kiss twisted everything inside me like I was slowly burning in hell.

I won't tell her the extent of my family's shit. It would put her in danger and I knew her. She would never stand for it. She would want to go to the feds and take them all