Disappointment filled me thinking of that child that was killed even before he or she could be born in this world. And after aborting her child, she even used it to frame someone for money. Even if the person was filth.

“I heard the police had evidence of his illegal businesses and I know this was also your doing. How did he get out so easily?” He could be more dangerous for us now. That man was already after him and Caleb, and now that Ace drowned his name in the market, he would definitely take revenge.

“He still has some connections with powerful politicians. He used them to get out,” he spit out the words. “The good thing is he can enjoy the destruction of his company before his own eyes now. And it’s just the beginning. He has a lot more coming his way. But he shouldn’t have come to the wedding and talk to you.”

The tightness of his grip around me and the rage in his eyes had me concerned.

“Why are you so mad that he talked to me? He didn’t do anything except some talking.”

Silence.

“Ace? What is it?”

“Nothing. He is dangerous, Rosebud. I don’t want him anywhere around you,” he said, cupping my cheeks. “I swear I’ll rip him to shreds if he even touches a strand of your hair.”

The uncontrolled fury in his gray orbs and a hidden fear lurking unsettled me.

Though his concern was legit. Antonio tried to frame Caleb with drugs to defame Ace. He could try to harm some of his loved ones again for his revenge. I could be that leech’s target easily now that Ace and I were together.

I kissed his chest, beaming at him. “Nothing will happen to me as long as you’re here with me. So don’t worry about that. Now think of a way to send him back behind the bars. And this time, forever. So he can’t try anything funny again.”

A smile stretched across his lips. Nodding, he pressed his lips against mine. “My queen’s wish is my command.”

Giggling, I kissed him back. His hands traveled across my curves, sneaking up to my chest.

A wince of mine had him frown in concern.

“Are you all right, Rosebud?”

“Yes. Just a little sore everywhere. You took too much liking to this particular area last night.”

No matter what he was doing, his hands didn’t budge from my bosoms last night for a second. Not that I complained, but I was now suffering for his adventurous hands. Though it was a delicious soreness.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. His fingers brushed at the sides of my breasts softly.

I shook my head. “No. I’m fine. Just a little sore. They’ll get better tomorrow, I think.”