Chapter 7

He then picked me up, lifted me over the door of his car, and set me down in the passenger's seat. Ace turned his key in the ignition and left Teddy behind, looking distraught. I turned around in my seat to look at him, and felt kind of guilty. I turned back around and noticed Ace had lit a cigarette.

"So, you gonna tell me the real reason you moved here, Reilly?" Ace asked.

I looked at him. "My name's Delilah, and you've heard the rumors."

"Yeah, but they're just rumors. They say you killed someone. I don't care if that's a load of bullshit or you really did as long as you don't try to stick me." He laughed and then grew sober. "You don't have t to tell me shit if you don't want to though."

I looked at him, I mean really looked at him. He was so attractive. He's probably laid with half the girls in the school, but I couldn't help admiring his way with words. "Well, thanks. But I guess I'll have to answer that sooner or later since I really want to know about you."

He shrugged taking a drag on his cigarette. "No, you don't have to answer anything. I won't make you."

"Well did you kill someone?" I wasn't sure what answer I wanted to here. Sure, I hoped he hadn't, but I wasn't really sure if I would care that he had killed a person. Before he had a chance to answer, we pulled up in front of Uncle Jim's house. I was still too new to think of it as my own. "How'd you know where I live?"

He smirked. "Everyone knows where Jim Reilly lives. So do you wanna know or not?"

"Yeah, I do."

Ace winked at me. "Remember those words. You're gonna be saying them to me on our wedding day."

I laughed and he continued.

"I did kill someone…old Geoffery Mattel. There was a rumble involving my Cobras and his guys. I knew he wasn't gonna play fair. As soon as he was on top of me I felt him go for his blade, so I went for mine. I got there first and stuck him in the gut. He bled out at the hospital," Ace told him. His face showed no emotion and seemed to be reciting the story from memory.

I nodded, unsure of what to say. I wasn't scared of him, or mad that he did it. "I didn't kill anyone, but I might as well have…Are you gonna help me to the door, or am I gonna have to limp on my own?"

He grinned and helped me out of the car. I held on to him and he half carried me to the door. Uncle Jim wasn't home, so I showed Ace where the spare key was so he could help me inside. Once inside, he set me down on the couch. "I'll be seeing you."

"Wait!" I called pulling out a cigarette from my pack. "Give me a light."

He chuckled, pulled out his lighter and lit my cigarette for me. Then, he sauntered out of the house, closing the door behind him.