Ace attempted to sound threatening, but it came out as a playful jab. Emma did her best to repress a smirk from her bountiful lips.
“I don’t, but I have knives in the kitchen,” she said.
Ace snapped his fingers at her to get him a knife from the kitchen. She obeyed, holding tightly onto the sheet as she scurried away.
She came to him and handed it to him, handle first. Ace tried not to look up as he crouched because the mere sight of her above him might give him naughty ideas.
“Why don’t you have a switchblade?” she asked when he took the knife.
“This isn’t Q and A hour,” Ace said, slicing the brick from top to bottom. “Just sit down and shut up.”
It hurt him to say those words to her, which was insane, but he needed her to know her place.
She did as she was told, sitting on the couch and not saying a word.
Ace slipped his pinky finger into the brick, then rubbed the product on his gums. It was a classic way of testing product ... not too much to get you blasted, but enough to know whether or not you’ve been screwed.
And the lack of desired taste indicated to him that Emma was right. Fritz and Benny were skimming from the Fontanas.
Ace stood, still holding the brick in his hand and the knife in the other. He looked at her. She gripped the sheets hard against her breasts, breathing hard.
“You’re right,” he said. “This shit has been cut with plaster.”
“Fuck,” Emma said, leaning forward on the couch.
She lifted a hand to her face, which revealed a generous amount of side boob. Ace should have seen enough side boob in his life to remain unaffected, but the sheer plumage nearly took his breath away.
“I have to tell my uncle,” she said, panic coming off her in waves. “I have to tell my great-uncle.”
Ace slammed the brick on the coffee table in front of him, making her shake slightly from the abrupt sound. He then returned to a crouch on the floor between her legs.
She looked at him like she had no idea what was happening. He hadn’t intended to go somewhere so sensual, but his body had done it for him without really thinking much at all.
He wanted to move the sheet and sink himself deep into her pussy. Instead, he grabbed her thighs, then pulled her in close with an aggressive grunt.
She gaped at him, her breath caught in her throat.
“You’re not going to do that,” he snarled. “You’re not going to do shit. I am going to deal with it while you stay put.”
She gulped air, afraid but also curious and puzzled. Her enchanting green eyes distracted him from noticing one of her hands had wandered from the sheet and gripped the base of a vase on the side table.
Emma smashed the glass vase against his head in a single, swift motion. He wasn’t expecting it, so it stung, taking him from a moment where he had lost himself in the fantasy of her body.
She tried to make a run for it by hopping off the couch, still holding the sheet against her body. Ace’s ears rang as he stood, bits of glass making a home in his hair.
“Emma!” he howled.
His vision blurred, and he felt something wet trickle down the side of his face. Blood leaked into his eye, which made him angrier.
“Emma, don’t!”
She hobbled to the door and struggled with the handle. The blood nearly blocked his vision, and his head throbbed as he reached for the back of the sheet.
In another life, another world, he would have met her in different circumstances. Instead of this, he would be playing a game where he chased her around the apartment, both of them naked, until they laughed and made heady love on her messy floor.
But that wasn’t the same life he was in, was it?
In this universe, he was going for the back of her sheet, fingertips scraping the fabric and angrily trying to gain control of the woman who fell into his life from nowhere.