"I'm sorry, but I don't know you, and we're in a hurry. So, that's not happening," Ace said flatly with an indifferent face, ignoring that just the presence of the one-eyed man made his heart feel pressured and about to burst.
Delores's heart jumped into her throat. Her grip on both him and the rifle tightened instinctively. She wasn't someone who was scared easily, but the man in front of them made every fiber of her being screamed at her to run for her life. His presence alone was enough to put him in the same league as her missing master, the head of the McSuile family.
Ace, on the other hand, wasn't suicidal—he just wanted to see if this one-eyed man's politeness was genuine or a facade. Better to find out now than later. Plus, he didn't exactly mind being nestled in Delores's bosom. Honestly, he hadn't expected to relive this experience so soon.
