Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

ACE’S POINT OF VIEW.

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I smiled against her hair and pulled away slowly so I could continue with what was saying. I knew she wouldn’t turn me away; she wasn’t like Micheala…..

I remembered the girl I thought I loved back in middle school, and her reaction when I told her about it. She proceeded to vomit on my shoes and tell the rest of our classmates that I was a damaged boy.

Valerian pulled me out of that school the moment he found out about it, not even considering the principal’s offer to have the kids who bullied me expelled. I still remember what my mother looked like. Although the memory was jarring, I could picture her face as clearly as eight-year-old me would remember. Her hair always looked as dark as the night sky, and would be oiled with something that had jasmine in it.

She always had on really heavy, cakey makeup. No matter the time of day, her fade would be contorted with different colours to conceal how hideous she looked underneath. I remembered how her laugh sounds, the way she clutches he chest whenever she releases a loud bellow of a laugh.

I remembered her friends, Claire, and Jane; the two other whores who didn’t mind selling their children as long as they got some drugs to free them of the

horror they lived in.

Hate swelled in my chest at the thought of that darned place. If I desperately wished I could do something, it would be to burn that shit hole to the ground. and stand there until it turned to ashes. As long as no child has to live the hell had to suffer, I would do it, and without regret.

“I didn’t understand at first. I thought she was joking.” I said with a laugh.” Turns out she wasn’t.” I exhaled, the air leaving me like I’d been holding it for years, releasing the long burden I’d carried in that time as well. “I ran that night you know, completely barefoot, I didn’t even have a jacket, and it was extremely cold that night. Just ran until my legs gave out, and I couldn’t see the bright lights of the brothel, or hear the music coming from it.”

I could still feel the cold on my skin, as well as the heat on my insides. The sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, as I tasted my own heart in the back of my throat. The fear that if I stopped running had gripped me so tightly that I barely registered the blood running down the back of my neck. All I could think about was the terror that would ensue if she’d find me.

“I thought I was gonna die in that alley, shivering in the cold, and battling with the rats, squriells, and racoons for whatever scraps I’d find in the garbage can of the restaurant beside the alley,” I said quietly, a ghost of a smile on my lips as I thought back to the one good thing about that phase of my life. The night I finally caught a glimpse of freedom in the blue eyes of the man who stood over me with his hands in the pockets of his Gucci suit. “But then he

found me.”

“Valerian,” she whispered.

I nodded. “He didn’t ask questions, didn’t even ask for a name. All he did was give me his jacket, yell at the owner of the restaurant for watching me negligently. I remember how warm his jacket made me feel. Hell, I slept soundly or the first time in days since I ran away.” I laughed again at the memory of the man bowing so low, it looked like he wanted to kiss my dad’s shoes. “He just told me to get in the car, and for some reason…..I trusted him, even though I didn’t even know who he was at the time. I didn’t realise until later that he’d saved me from more than just that night, because the owner of the brothel had apparently been searching for me. Apparently, he thought I would be perfect addition to his whorehouse.” I could feel my rage brimming on my skin again at the thought of the short man with a long scar on his face.

As a child, I’d been scared of him. It’d felt like he would kill me one day, especially after I’d heard him beating up one of his whores for losing one dollar in her fifty dollar bill given to her by a customer.

III

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