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Chiara had not considered what she was doing. She forgot that by telling on them, they could be angry with her too. Of course they’re going to be angry with her, she wasn’t supposed to tell. Oh no, oh no, oh no. They might hurt her too, and she knows what happens if her parents find out. Rolph is the third threat in this, how is she going to make all of them happy enough to let her be? “Well, they were um, quiet angry? No, that’s not it, I-I’m sorry.” Chiara is so fucked, even if it is just her parents, how many mistakes was that? She’s supposed to know all the English words. “They, um, were…” This next line is another mistake, breaking another rule. Asking. She’s supposed to read books and know. A deep breath, because she’s messed up so many times and this just makes it worse. “What’s, when two animals are growling at each other but not biting, what do you call that?” Her eyes are closed as she says it, quick, as if saying it fast makes it less of a crime. She opens them, waiting for something to happen. “Not that they-they were growling at each other…” She does this with her father, when she words things in weird ways. Fuck! The student wants to bolt so badly, just run from the room, give herself extra time before something does happen. She doesn’t, though, because that would make him angry. She just clasps her hands together tightly, waiting.

Rolph doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone more anxious than the girl. He almost feels guilty for confronting her. But it was, unfortunately, part of his job. He reserved his emotions for later. It was important his judgment was purely objective and unswayed by subjective matters. He attempted to keep up with what she was saying, as fast as she was saying it. And when she seemed to finish, the professor nodded to try to make sense of what she just had blurted out. “They were aggressive?” he followed up, not sure if aggressive was the word he was looking for. There was a part of the professor that wanted to assure her that his office was a safe space seeing how visibly uncomfortable she was. But he felt like that would’ve been an empty promise. Plagiarism is an offense so serious that it could result in expulsion. That’s not what Rolph wanted-- but if he needed to, and if things did escalate, he would bring the administration into this. But the professor, for now, believed he could handle the case quietly. In fact, he thought it to be the smarter idea in this case.

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I want my psychology professor muse to have a guidance counselor to play with! If you have one, send me a message! Let’s plot!!!

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   Chloe was happy.. no.. Chloe was thrilled that she had been able to share up the grieving boy. “You’re kidding right?” She said with an equally genuine smile. “If anyone here always knows what to say, it’s you. That night on the rooftop.. it’s still one of the most rewarding conversations I’ve had in a while.” 

   She went closer to one of the walls, running her fingers over the names Chloe and Avery. And a few inches over, Justin. She smiled to herself, remembering the memories, the late night conversations while sharing a bottle of cheap wine. She turned back to Ben with a soft expression. “If it makes you feel any better, Isaac doesn’t know this place exists.” Chloe knew Ben wasn’t the biggest fan of the guy, so perhaps knowing he got to see a part of her that Isaac didn’t, would somehow make him feel special. They weren’t all Blesse. They wouldn’t all choose Isaac. “Isaac is great.. but when stuff happens.. he wants to talk and argue and figure it out.. so I never showed him this place.. it is the one place I can go where I know he’d never find me.”

    She walked over to the young man, bent over and pulled out a Swiss army knife. “So.. are you going to join the countless of others who made their mark on this place?” She reached out her hand to give it over. “But.. it’s a rule that before you do so, you have to tell these walls the history of this place.” She took a step back, looking around the room once more. “Like.. I think the family had an UFO appearing in their backyard, the father goes out to check, but gets warped up into the ufo. The rest of the family all went out one after the other, until there were no one left. Legends has it that one day they’ll return, having traveled through space and time, ready to save humanity from it’s own destruction.” It was dark, but she didn’t care. The darkest stories were the most entertaining ones. As she finished up, a gush of wind blew on the house from the outside, making the floorboards creak. “You hear that? I think it likes the story.” Was it childish? Maybe. Was it cliche? Definitely. Yet there were moments like these she lived for. Moments of thrill and enchantment. “Your turn, it can be as simple or as silly or as dark as you want. Trust me, it’s more liberating than you think it is.”

“I don’t really get why I have to compete with that guy,” he shrugged off the mention of Isaac. It didn’t really make him feel better that he was excluded from something. “Though, I will say, thanks for bringing me here.” If the place meant so much to Chloe, and her own best friend hadn’t even seen it, it must’ve been a well-kept secret. It wasn’t Isaac’s exclusion that made him feel special, it was that he was trusted with a secret. The offer made Ben stare at the knife, and then back at her. There wasn’t any doubt or confusion on his face, but what may have been the semblance of awe.

"I think who ever lived here, moved in here with the woman he loved long ago.” The man received the swiss army knife, lightly testing the sharpness with his finger. “He had no idea who he was before he met her. He had no hopes or aspirations. But he had a desire to find himself.” He looked at Chloe with a small smile as he went on, “So the only dream he ever had was to travel the world, discover himself. He saved up the money. So one day he could just leave his life behind and see what the world had in store. But he met her. And somehow, he couldn't ever imagine leaving her. They fell in love. They got married. And the money he saved up to travel, he used to buy this house.” Ben walked over to where her name was etched, idly reading the names next to hers. “They lived many years in here. This is where their kids grew up. And they were able to spend their retirement here. But she died before he did. And then he realized he really didn't find out who he was without her in his life. Plus the house probably had too many memories of her. So he just up and went. He went to see the world to find out who he was." He pursed his lips and turned to Chloe. “Was that a good enough story? Am I worthy to write my name now?”

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“Oh god know, no one said I had to give up all my extravagance. We can do the road trip in my Range Rover and I’ll take my platnium– Don’t leave home without it. No one said that flying under the radar meant having to go without.” He explained, sounding a little too much like he’d played this scenario out in his head before. Of course he had. But that was after the accident and, well… he liked to think he was in a better place now and had no need for illusions like that. “Hmm– I do love a good scandal.” He smirked, signalling the barista to refill both mugs. “Plus, tabloids would go crazy thinking we’d eloped and I wouldn’t even have the headache of a real marriage. You know– same name and all that. Sounds like a good deal if you ask me. I’m sure we can both find some bars on the other side that’ll do the job too.” He quickly glanced down at his watch, noting the time before coughing, shocked. “I’m usually about a bottle in by now or between someone’s legs. Your father really pulled a number on me last night and ruined my routine.”

“So much for being lowkey. But then again, I wouldn’t mind being spoiled.” She laughed, managing to keep the bitterness out of her voice. She was yet to figure out her next meal for the day. He would have been an easy target to steal from, she thought. The reward for it would have been pretty high, but the con artist only took calculated risks. This man was far too intelligent to just gamble her freedom for. When the barista came, she waved off his offer of a refill. She’d had enough caffeine in her system. Besides, Hunter Wilde was more than just interesting enough to keep her awake. At his complaint, she couldn’t help but giggle lightly. To her, it sounded like an open invitation. “Well then, we shouldn’t waste any more time right? Hunter Wilde has a schedule to keep.” 

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BASED ON THIS. 

OPEN TO: M 

saffron was excited, tonight she was walking down the runway and her favourite artist was performing at the show too. turns out she’d be the model that was walking down the runway during his set, she was so nervous. saffron didn’t want to fuck - up in front of him. he was a great musician but he was also super cute, she was totally here for it. 

soon it was her turn to walk down the runway and she thought she’d be doing it by herself, easy enough. but as she was about to do her thing at the top of the stage, she was greeted by the male. she smiles at him but a look of confusion is clear on her face, “shouldn’t you be with your band?” she asks him. 

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It was still bizarre to Ethan that he was performing for Victoria’s secret. Just a couple of years ago, he was struggling to get gigs. Today, he was front lining for arguably the biggest fashion show in the industry. He’s hyped. The crowd was amazing. He was surrounded by the most gorgeous models. It was something he never would even have dreamed of once upon a time.

And the last thing he would’ve predicted was taking a genuine interest on one of the women. She seemed so down-to-earth and sweet. Every moment he had with her made him want to get to know her more. But this was the last night he’d actually get to see her. So he made it a point to make a lasting impression on her that night. He was almost too sure he had many suitors and he needed to stand out. And by simply holding out his hand and singing his song to her, he hoped he’d make that mark. At her question, he gave her a wink. He couldn’t exactly hold a conversation while he was performing.

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“I won’t leave again. I won’t leave if you tell me that’s what you want.” She mumbled, feeling herself instinctively bury her head against his chest, speaking in such soft tones that she wasn’t sure he would even hear. “There’s nothing keeping us apart now… why would I leave? But I need to hear you say it.” Avery added. She wouldn’t leave, she’d keep fighting but she needed to know that he forgave her, that he also wanted to make things work. The last thing she wanted was for the feeling to be reciprocated. It could break her.

His hands on her cheeks caused a sigh of relief to fall from her lips and a shiver to spread across her body, his touch was so familiar and brought back memories of fleeting and accidental touches as they cooked together, cared for Amy and fought what was between them. But this was so much more. “Rolph…” She started, reaching a had to rub her thump across his cheek, feeling the wet of his tears against her skin. She wanted to say those three little words, the ones that could change everything but they remained stuck, still unspoken, at least on her partt.

He doesn’t know the right words to say. He needed her to stay. But what would that mean for him? Would that make what she did to him okay? Would it make breaking his heart something that he was willing to forgive? “I want you to stay,” he said with a finality. He knew it was what he wanted. And if he denied himself that, he would be a complete fool. If he let his pride and fear run his decisions, he would never know happiness again. “And I need you to promise me that you’ll talk to me before you decide anything for-- us, for me.”

His fingers explored the expanse of her back, trying to familiarize himself with the feel of her. Getting to hold her without immediately peeling back, it was a foreign feeling. Every touch he had shared with her back then were just a few fleeting moments. And now he could just hold her, not having to worry about what it means, nor what it would cost. It felt right. He’d spent so many days and so many long nights trying to bury his feelings for her because it wasn’t right to fall in love with your student. But she wasn’t anymore. And the only thing that stood in the way was his pain.

The way she said his name made him want to forget everything, he just wanted to give in. He longed to give in to her. While the professor prided himself in his iron will, she was his weakness. He moved to pull her closer to him, leaning down to press his lips against hers. She didn’t have to say it. All that time they spent together, he knew. He felt it. She loved him. And he loved her more than he knew he was capable of loving anyone.

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   Well, didn’t seem like Blesse had any new insight to give him on Jade, as things seemed to be exactly like they were on the night of the dinner. Hopefully the roses would help a little bit, even though Blesse didn’t seem too impressed with his choice of amount or even style of flower. But this night wasn’t going to be be about their struggles, but about their love. 

   And so he looked over at her, his jaw dropping while still having a smile shining from his face. “Am I really that predictable?” Had it been that easy for her to figure it out. It had taken him forever to come up with that do, fearing that any attempt of a fancy place would fall short, and anything less wouldn’t be worthy. And here she figured it out like it was the most obvious thing. “You are… impossible to surprise.. guess we won’t need this then.” He said, reaching into the back of the car and tossing over a blindfold. “I was gonna make it this big surprise, take off the blindfold with you facing the skyline.. but you just missed that opportunity by being a smartypants. And also, it was the spot you took me to, remember? You were the one deciding where to go.” Even back then the filipino knew what she wanted and refused to settle for less.

   He couldn’t help but feel stupid. He wanted to surprise her, he wanted to make every little piece of their night together special.. and now it was just predictable, if not even cheap. “Do you still wanna go though?” He asked with a soft expression. “If not I can come up with something else.” 

She felt a keen sense of victory when she saw his face fall as she managed to guess what he planned for her. But then it seemed that he actually felt bad that he couldn’t surprise her. She almost felt guilty for it. She reached out to grab his arm, giving a little squeeze of reassurance. “I know I’m going to love what you have prepared for me tonight,” she smiled at him, looking at him with the same soft expression she wore when she first told him she loved him. It may have taken Isaac a whole year to finally understand that Blesse only wanted the simple pleasures in life, but he got there eventually. All her life, she’d been spoiled with extravagant gifts, when all she wanted was a little quality time with the person she loved the most. She’d felt like she missed out on being normal. And she knew Isaac understood that, in a very different way. He just needed to remember what brought them together in the first place. A limo ride, and fast food. Best of both worlds, if you will. “Thanks, love. It means a lot that you remember. Nothing is better than just spending time with you.”

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“Yeah, I guess you did.” Ariel scoffs. He doesn’t just throw out compliments, not looking amused. “It depends what kind it is. It’d probably be good to get them inspected to make sure they still work. You’re supposed to maintain fire extinguishers, like any machinery, but obviously nobody does that.” He chokes out a laugh at her comeback. “Isn’t that some psychological thing? Your brain gets you to think about things at the worst possible moment.” That’s a thing, right? It’s a thing.

“I’ll talk to Bobby about that then,” she nodded before she turned to the man with a genuine smile. “Thanks for the tip.”  She knew they didn’t really need the fire extinguishers at the circus, but it was ideal that they kept up with the protocol for safety inspections either way. The carnie notices their car finally pulls up to the side. She peeks out to see neon lights that say sushi. She doesn’t really take note of the name of the restaurant. “Looks like your psychological thing totally happened because we’re right here.” She grinned at him before she unbuckled herself and made it out of the car. For a moment there, Cady felt a little insecure when Ariel talked about psychology. She’s never taken a psychology class, or read a psychology book. The carnie never even got to graduate high school. But she shook the thought off as she moved to go inside the restaurant. “Table for two, please,” she asked the host kindly when he turned to acknowledge them.

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Natalya grins as they banter back and forth. “Always have to save on resources.” She nods as the tablet is handed to her. “Thank you.” She flashes another smile at him before she starts looking at the cases. “Hm, lots of morphine doses.” It’s a solemn observation as she flicks through. “We have to do rounds, correct?” She could be wrong, but hey. She thinks that’s the first thing they should do after reviewing the charts.

“Actually, yeah. You have to do the rounds more strictly speaking. I’m just here to administer everything else. But I’m expected to go with you this time.” The nurse rubbed his nape as he grinned sheepishly at Natalya. “Really, this is the part that confuses me. I don’t understand why your clinical instructor made this arrangement. But I suppose it became a good thing in the end.” He smiled at Nat softly. “I just have this feeling you’ll actually make things easier for me, Miss Lennox.”

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Ariel doesn’t even notice Rolph stop talking, let alone the insult on his face. He’s zoned out as the water is retrieved. “Hm? Oh, medicine.” Once his exhaustion hits, it hits hard. The elemental is so sleepy. “Right.” He shifts so he’s only half leaning and can use one of his hands. Ariel’s not used to shivering. Shaking is something he’s accustomed to, but this seems, to him, more aggressive than that. He takes the cap with the painkillers in his fingers, trying to do it quickly because of the goddamn shivering. “Why do I have to take this before I sleep?” He mutters, using the water to wash the painkillers down. “I could just go to sleep.” He’s rubbing at his face again. “I should turn the air conditioning up.” That’s what he usually does. “You can use a blanket.” Great problem solving, Ariel.

Rolph blinked when Ariel actually drank the medicine. This might have been the first time he’s managed to make the student do what he wanted him to. He was a little too afraid to ask for him to take the nyquil, in case the young man would protest. So the professor simply slides it forward, placing it next to the water, hoping that would prompt Ariel to drink it. “The chemicals in the solution will help your body fight against the flu a little better,” the professor answered his student’s question even though it was highly likely it was a rhetorical question. 

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And for a moment I forget, just how dark and cold it gets. 

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“He was cute.. but.. not my type.” She said sincerely, paying for the vitamins as the woman put it in a bag. “I mean.. you know about my pass.. I’m to used to guy complimenting my looks.. ad people who ask you out in public.. well.. they like your looks.. and it just feels vain.. I want someone to know me.. to fall in love with my mind before he decides to go for it or not..” She sighed, accepting the bag from the woman. “Maybe it’s to much to hope for in a culture based off of swiping left or right on a photos and a tagline.” 

She turned to look at Blesse, her mind suddenly getting a new idea. “You know what! After I tell Isaac, we should all go and do some shopping for the baby! I’d love to hang out with the both of you, and actually see you guys in action, instead of hearing about it from Isaac.” 

“Types were never my thing,” Blesse thought out loud. “Like if you told me I’d be dating Isaac literally the day before I met him, I’d laugh at your face and call you crazy.” She laughed lightly. “But he went the extra mile. Something I never really expected from his type. Or what I originally thought his type was. First impressions are rarely right.” She shrugged. Soon as she saw her friend grab the bag, she began to walk outside. “You’re definitely doing the right thing.You want someone who’ll love you beyond your aesthetics. Because when all is said and done, who you are is what matters, right?”

Hearing that Chloe was actually looking forward to telling Isaac in some shape or form made Blesse smile. She threw an arm around her friend, and nodded. “I’d love that. I might scare Isaac away with how I get around baby things because they’re absolutely adorable. But it’ll be fun.”

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   “Oh come on.. if I wanted to kill you.. I’d just send someone else to do the job. I’m not an amateur.” She chuckled before making her way up to the house. It wasn’t a complete joke, if she truly wanted to get rid of someone, she certainly knew a guy who knew a guy. She turned around and waved from him to follow her. “Come on! We’re fine! There’s no one here during the day.” She went around the corner and towards the back, revealing a hole in the wall. She bent down and made her way inside, waiting for ben to do the same. 

  They stepped into a room which seemed to have been a kitchen once upon a time. But the stove and fridge and been stole ages ago. All that was left was torn apart counters and a table filled with empty bottles and bags that Chloe had no desire to know the content off. She walked through another set of doors, into a wider more open room, with broken down empty bookshelves, a torn up carpet on the floor and a few mattresses in a corner. There was a couch that seemed to have seen way better days, and a rocking chair completely taken apart. On the different walls there were written names and dates, as well as graffiti of different gang names. 

   Chloe turned around to look at Ben, wondering how he felt about the place. “A friend and I found this place exploring these street like.. I don’t know.. three years ago.. call me crazy but.. I kind like it.” She gave him a soft smile being going on to explain herself. “We came here when we wanted to escape. We would make up stories about what happened here.. about why it was abandoned and left behind. Sometimes they were about serial killers, sometimes it was because it was haunted, other times.. it was an old man dying alone in his rocking chair, having no one else to pass it on to.” She knew he had to be confused about why she brought him there, and to be honest, she wasn’t completely sure herself. 

   “Look.. I wanted to bring you here because.. this house.. it has history.. I can feel it.” She ran her fingertips over the walls, looking at the pattern of the wood, as well as the names carved into it. “Not just the history of those who lived here.. but of all the people who stumbled upon it afterwards.. all these names.. they carry real stories.. real people.. how did they find this place? Why were they here?” She shrugged, looking at him somewhat insecure, hoping he wouldn’t think she was insane. “Somehow it just takes me out of my own head, you know.. like.. life is about more than just me, myself and my feelings.. that I’m a part of a bigger picture..”  

“That makes me feel so much better,” Ben snorted out a laugh. “At least I know I’m not going to die when you’re around.” The artist shook his head, chuckling lightly at Chloe. He followed her to the back of the house, where he managed to slip through the hole in the wall. He really was as puny as Isaac said he was.

The worry on his face that he wore outside was still there as he looked around. The place was in absolute ruins, covered in dust, and graffiti, and who knows what else. He sunk his hands into his pockets like that would somehow keep them from getting dirty. He attempted a smile when he noticed Chloe turning to him. “It’s definitely not like any place I’ve been to.” He commented quietly before he continued to listen to her. Then she made a profound point that actually made him stop in his tracks. Life was more than just about him and what he felt. He knew that. But that little reminder made him feel a whole lot better. Like a wake up call to himself. That he is so much more than just his emotions. That he was just a part of a larger whole. It made it that much easier to get out of his head. “Thanks for taking me here,” he smiled genuinely at the girl. “And thanks for always knowing what to say.”

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OPEN TO: F/M/NB. POLY RELATIONSHIPS?? CONNECTION: 1-2 PARTNERS IN CRIME. COULD BE ALMOST FWB. BUT ACE IS… V PECULIAR IN HIS… TASTES. PLOT: SOMEONE LEAKED SOME INFO ON ACE TO SOMEONE ( COPS, NON FACTOR PEOPLE, ETC. ) NOW ACE + HIS 1-2 PARTNERS IN CRIME ARE TAKING CARE OF THAT. also, note some more info on ACE. NSFW, VIOLENCE TW, MATURE THEMES, BLOOD TW, BLOOD!KINK TW, V V V V V V V DARK THEMES.

“ you suits are all the same. “ ace’s tone is mocking, his lips curved into an all-knowing grin as he inspects his target. the word suit being used more as a general descriptor for the fancy attire most people of similar stature seemed to wear. though the blond haired male had the same sense of style. closets ( yes, plural. ) filled with suits hand made and customized for ace’s peculiar style to his own satisfaction weren’t the same here. ace’s mannerisms were clean and precise, he had a controlled sense of who he was and how to handle his business. being part of the mafia and studying to destroy the foundation his father’s mistakes since he was able to do so, the male didn’t need the suits and designers that the others that circulated in and out of his life, business and personal, seemed to. “ there’s always some dirty little secret you’ve got hidden beneath the polite bravado. it’s kinda ironic, how you’re seen as upstanding honest citizens when you’re far from it. yet, i can be upfront and honest but if people knew what i really do, well… that’d be the end of the line for me. “ snickering, he watches the man he’s tied up and preparing to end the life of until he pauses to shake his head. “ it’s worse that you can hold onto your grubby little secrets for the sake of your reputation but can’t do it for your l i f e. “ turning his head to motion to one of his partners in crime forward, he holds out his hand for one of the weapons in their hand. ( the knife or the gun, he’s not particularly picky today. ) “ it’s a damn shame. —guess that’s to be expected, though. when you’re asked to hold onto some important information that’s pretty fuckin’ juicy, i guess i can see the appeal. “ he offers an all-too-kind smile that only faintly hides the malice in his words, expression and posture. some might say the ace capone had too much fun with his job and taking care of his loose ends, and they wouldn’t be wrong. however, he cocks his head and heaves a sigh. “ the only question is… do i torture you nice and slow or end it all right here right now? i do have more important messes to clean up, but this is such a good way to start any day. decisions, decisions. “ he’s taunting, the click of his tongue as he turns to meet the other person in his company. “ you decide. “ there’s no question in his tone, but it’s almost a challenge. a test of sorts. though at this point it was almost clear the other was loyal as they come, the male needed his assurance.

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Loyalty was not a trait that Trixie had. No, she knew better than to put her life in line for people who weren’t going to do the same. If she had any sort of loyalty, she wouldn’t be in this very room. She wouldn’t have been working for the mafia. In fact, if loyalty were her thing, she’d be a part of the police force with her father. Funny how life worked. She’d found that she could trust criminals and crooks more than her own blood. At least if they betrayed her, it was something she would’ve expected. Somehow, she has managed to convinced the mafia that she was loyal to them. The closest version to that of the truth was that Trixie would never do anything to betray the mafia because she knew better than that. They were the ones who gave her the closest semblance to a family. She had people she could somewhat count on. She felt like she fit in. So she was willing to do her part to protect what she had.

She sat perched on a table, never removing her eyes from ace. She’s carved little shapes on the mahogany as she waited. There were different weapons laid out beside her. It’s not her first rodeo. She’s seen it all happen before. She knows exactly what is expected of her. Ace’s simple gesture of holding out his hand prompted her to move forward. She placed the hilt on his hand and stood by. When Ace turned to her, putting the man’s life in her hands, she didn’t show any emotion. She didn’t have a taste for violence, not like Ace did. But she knew the necessity of it. She usually didn’t have to do anything anyway. Ace quite enjoyed doing it without her help. The challenge didn’t phase her. The redhead showed no hesitation. “I say we use him to teach a lesson. Just in case anyone else thinks they can get away with shit. I say draw it out.”