Blow Over

Ace's POV

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alessandro asks with a raised brow as I let out a irritated groan.

"Have you ever noticed how strange it is that the Douche bag that cheated on Jezzabelle was always going on these weird business trip stuff but yet he works for you?" I ask him trying to figure out something that's been stuck in my head for a while.

"The asshole used to work for me, yes. But he's also the son of a bigger asshole named Michael Mitchell. The owner of another shitty but expensive company. His ass works more for his own father than he did while he was an employee for me" He answers with a shrug.

"If he worked more for him than why'd you even let him work for you in the first place?" I question even though I already knew the answer.

"Because without him, I would've never had her" He replies quickly before going back to work.

Well technically, working on your large mansion to redecorate everything for your girlfriend and your brother, isn't really what most people would consider as work. But to Alessandro, he was determined to get everything in order so our rose will end up staying in here forever. Which was the ideal ending of this all for both me and Alessandro.

"Boss, we found something" My right man says through the phone as soon as I picked up on the first ring thinking it was rose calling me.

"Get on with it" I reply while watching Alessandro pick out the paint color of the theater room our rose loved.

"Turns out the asshole has been taking trips across the world for many years. Ever since his father started taking him with him on his little sex trips as a child, he followed right on his footsteps. We've found out that every country, island, and even city that he flew to has a small bastard child of his that he's left alone with the mother after having his way with her. There's gotta be more than fifty women he's been doing this too and the oldest child we've found by him was at least almost 10 years old" He explains as I let out a groan.

Damn this fucker was worse than I imagined. 10 years old? That was around the same time he met our rose. So he's been fucking around with women around the world since he was what? 14? 15? What the fuck?!

"There's way more than that though" He continues, making me let out a loud groan before taking a seat.

"Go on"

"Turns out Mr.Mitchell has a lot of dark secrets he's been hiding since he was born"

"From his parents?"

"Apparently he inherited his grandmothers genes because according to his family's secret doctor, he's been taking a special type of medicine for as long as he's been alive"

"Medicine for what?"

"He has a rare disorder that causes his temper to flare up more consistently than any living being. Meaning whenever he's at least a tiny bit mad, the man turns into a whole maniac"

"Like what? Like an angry child throwing a tantrum or something?"

"Worse. There's hidden fbi records that show his criminal records that his rich daddy's been paying for them to let him off without a single arrest"

"Arrests for what?"

"The man's disorder caused him to start killing people since the age of 5"

"What?!"

"That was just the beginning. His murder spree has been going on for so many years but there's no trace of them due to his daddy's money"

"Who did he kill at the age of 5?!"

"His nanny. She told him no to watching tv and the psychotic child stabbed her to death while she was cooking right in his parents kitchen. The same kitchen of the mansion they live in right now"

What the fuck?! I thought this guy was just a crazy sneaky asshole but it's way more than that.

"Another thing we found out about this psycho is one of the ten other women he's been sleeping around that lives in this city. She's someone that's been doing something lately, you won't like to hear about"

"Which is?"

"She's been digging around, looking into your brother and Jezzabelle's relationship"

"What the fuck? Who the fuck is she and why is she putting her nose into their business?!"

"Angela Stanton, the daughter of multi billionaire Dennis Stanton. He's one of the richest assholes with being the largest shareholders of the phenomenally very known company, Google."

"Why is she worrying about our rose then?"

"She's one of the many mentally ill women that's somehow in love with the psychotic Brad Mitchell"

"Does she have evidence of Alessandro and Rose?"

"According to one of our informants from her famous blog company, she hired someone to spy on your brother and Jezzabelle when they used to eat lunch together. Ever since that day, her little spy had been following them everywhere they went together"

"What else does the little snake bitch have on them?"

"Currently, the last pictures she's got of them is when you guys took her out to get Chinese food the same day she publicly broke up with Brad"

"Wait....does she have me in any of those pics?"

"I'm checking out this guys photo albums and he's only got Alessandro and her but nothing of you right now"

So she has evidence on them but nothing of me. That's probably the best considering if she was gonna succeed in making a public article stating our rose was having an affair before her and Brad were caught, the hate from that would be ten times worse for her if it were about her being with two males at the same time. Since the public has only seen Brad being accused of cheating with one woman, for now, it was best that this crazy woman didn't have anything on me.

But since I've always been the paranoid yet sometimes smart twin between me and Alessandro, I made sure to have my right hand man dig into some background info on Brad. I had a gut feeling the hotel wasn't gonna be the last time we were gonna see him. And judging by how amazing and beautiful rose was, he'd be a dumb ass for not wanting to fight for her. Even if it was like talking to a brick wall considering she's now dating two very powerful and genetically tall men built like literal brick walls.

"I already made sure the sneaky rat got what he had coming before I called you, but there's another big issue we gotta tell you. And judging by how I already know you're gonna react, it's urgent"

"Well?"

"When you told me to track the psycho bastards phone and as of now he's in his mansion"

"Well obviously! That's his fucking house, of course he's gonna-"

"According to his security system, your rose is there too"

"What?!"

"We hacked into his security system just like you asked. And right now, he and your rose is being held at gun point by the crazy bitch-"

He didn't get a chance to finish speaking before I hung up and rushed out of my brothers mansion.

"Hey! Where the fuck you going?!" Alessandro shouts, running after me just as I was closing the door to my matte black Range Rover.

"Get in the car and I'll tell you!" I shout impatiently waiting for him to get seated before speeding off.

"Woah! Don't you know how to drive like a normal person?!" Alessandro shouts trying to put his seatbelt on while holding onto his seat.

"Not when our rose is about to get killed by some crazy bitch obsessed with her ex fiancé" I reply, throwing my phone at him as his eyes widened.

It's a good thing my right hand man decided to link my phone to the home security system that asshole has so I can see exactly what was going on right now.

"Hurry the fuck up! Step on it!" Alessandro shouts while watching the camera footage eagerly.

Rolling my eyes at his sudden eagerness for my already fast driving, I sped up without any willingness or care for the red lights and honking cars.

I knew I should've stayed in the city near our rose but this stupid asshole just had to drag me to his mansion all the way outside of the city. If I knew ahead of time that he just wanted my input on what colors and designs he wants me to pick so I could be comfortable living at his place, I would've never went in the first place!

Just as I crashed through the gates of the mansion and almost crash into the hideous water fountain in front of the place, the loud sound of a gunshot triggered my anxiety. My heart pounded so hard against my chest as me and Alessandro rushed inside the place with our hearts about to burst any second now.

"Brad!" A familiar voice shouts just as we stepped foot inside the living room.

"Rose!" I shout in relief, seeing her on the floor holding a bleeding Brad.

After making sure to call the ambulance on the asshole, because even though I hated the man, I wasn't just gonna let the dude that saved rose die. I turned to Alessandro, shocked to see he was holding the crazy bitch on the floor with his knee while she struggled to get away from him. It took me a while to realize he had taken the bitch down the same time we got in and I ran to rose to check if she was shot.

It wasn't long till the sound of sirens were heard and the paramedics were hauling Brad's passed out body out of his own home. Rose was shaking like a leaf in my arms while Alessandro was talking to the cops about what happened. And the witch that created the chaos today was being thrown in the back of a cop car. Even with all the evidence and the obvious witnesses the cops had on her, she had the audacity to feign innocence and cause a scene like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Are you okay, Rose?" Alessandro asks now pulling her into his arms as I let them have their moment.

"How did you guys know what was happening?" She retorts back now with a confused expression aimed at both of us.

"It's a long story but I'll explain it to you later Rosie" I answer awkwardly not knowing how to explain that I've been keeping an eye on her asshole ex.

"Belle! My baby!" I hear a woman's voice shout as we all turned towards the commotion behind us.

"Get the hell off me! That's my daughter in there! That bastard better wish he dies in that ambulance now or I'll kill him myself when he gets to the hospital!" The tall man glaring at the police officer shouts while pushing one of their hands off his wife protectively.

"Mom! Dad!" Rose shouts in both shock and relief.

I watched happily seeing the elderly couple gasps before running past the cops to pull their daughter into their arms in satisfactory.

I may not have known Rosie for a long while but seeing her with her parents was about to make my cold heart melt. I wasn't that close with my parents, seeing as they disapproved of my playboy lifestyle not that long ago. But now watching me and my brothers girlfriend happily talking and hugging her parents made me almost miss my own parents. Almost.

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2 weeks Later

"Are you sure you're okay?" Alessandro asks Rosie for the thousandth time today.

"Alessandro. I like you very much dear, but I'm gonna need you to stop looming over my daughter like a shadow and let her breath" Mrs.Rose states calmly telling off my brother as I held back my laugh.

After Alessandro, the over protective and cautious man he is, made sure to have our rose checked up in the hospital. Even though she had not a single ounce of pain or scarring on her body after the whole Brad shooting thing. Rose's parents decided it was best to have her get some well needed rest after all that. And where else was she gonna get the most pampered and care for, other than Alessandro's large and improved billion dollar mansion.

Somehow Alessandro's blatantly obvious need of wanting to take care and being overprotective of our rose had officially won over Mrs.Rose's approval of him being her caretaker while she was on a long awaited paid time off from work. Her mother had taken a strong liking in my brothers constant attention over her daughter. It was like the cutest yet sometimes most annoying thing my brothers ever done.

The last time I've seen my brother this anxious over someone was almost 15 years ago when my mother had gotten into a minor car accident. I was surprised the drunk driver that hit her car was still alive. With the way all my siblings, especially Alessandro, had threatened and nearly pummeled the man in the police station. I thought he was gonna end up getting locked up for murder right in front of the large officers that had to pull him off the suspect all together at once.

It was no question whether or not my brother was a big hearted man. Ever since we were kids, he's been the most protective and caring to all of us in our family. He wasn't the oldest but all my siblings accepted the fact that he matured faster and acted like the oldest since he was practically born. He had always been the most caring and nurturer person in our family.

Which didn't make me confused as to why Mrs.Rose had taken a liking to him in an instant. Most of, if not all, mothers would want nothing more than for their children to have a significant other that was as caring and protective as they were. They don't want, they expect anyone that is willing to stay by their child's side to live up to the standard of love they share with their child. It's no other acceptance of anything below that standard.

And it was a very understandable thing to do. Every woman should have her standards high. I mean look at the stupid asshole leaving in the ambulance now due to his cheating dumbass deciding to cheat on a woman who loved and cherished him for more than 5 years.

Thank god all the evidence I've found on him before everything happened was now put into the FBI's hands who just so happened to arrest both him and his father after he got out of the hospital.

The news and tabloids all over social media went crazy after seeing all his and his father's dirty business they've paid to hide for so long, all out in public now.

Alessandro and I made sure to have his father's company and any other businesses or connect with completely demolished and tarnished to the ground. By the time they're both up in court for their trial cases the world will no longer see two business men, but two psychopaths with nothing left to their names.

Brad's mother surprisingly helped the FBI with everything they needed to know. Every single small details they needed to know about those two lunatics came out willingly from her mouth. She was quickly put into the witness protection program after realizing how much her husband was truly connecting to the dark side of business.

It was no coincidence that her husband had made money to do all these sinful things without being able to afford it through none other than dirty money. And to keep her safe and protected, the FBI were able to get her to somewhere safe so any bad people connected to her husband would never find out what she's done to both him and her son. After years of being traumatized by those two, I'm glad she's finally decided to speak up about their crimes and helped herself to let her have a normal life from now on.

But back to what our side of happy endings, our Rose was finally ours. And just like the very high standards I've noticed, Mrs.Rose has for her husband to treat her. Me and Alessandro will do nothing but the best to achieve that type of standard for their beautiful daughter who just so happens to be our girlfriend. And if it was up to me now, she'd be our soon to be wife already.

"Did you make these?" Mr.Rose asks, holding half of a chocolate croissant in his hand while turning to me.

"Yes. I remember Rosie said she's been craving her favorite pastry from Starbucks so I decided to learn how to make them at home for her instead of having her waste so much money on those small ones she usually buys" I answer, with a grin as I feel Rosie's small hand squeeze mine.

"Oh my gosh! You're so cute! A man that remembers his girlfriends order AND can bake?! I wish I could relate to having a sweet boyfriend that can do that" Mrs.Rose gasps excitedly as the sound of a loud huff behind her had me and Rosie stifling our laughter.

Something I've noticed between Rose's parents these past 2 weeks of getting to know them, was that their relationship was very similar to my parents.

My parents, although they both had very strong personalities and opinions, they equalled each other. It was as if their similarities had made their relationship stronger over the years they've been together. Still going forty years strong.

Rosie's parents had been married for almost 30 years now and they're dynamic was shockingly the same as my own parents.

My father was known for being a powerful billionaire CEO. He ran his company with a ruthless hand and he made sure everyone was scared to even be in his space.

When he met my mother, she was the only person who had the audacity and courage to cuss him out in front of everyone in his company that was afraid of him. He told their first encounter story multiple times over the years and he just got more excited the longer he told it.

My mother was and still is the only woman that would ever make my father fall to his knees. Their first encounter was her cursing him out for thinking she was going to seduce him in the job interview he had for an assistant at his company.

My father wasn't just known for being a scary rich CEO, but he was also named one of the most eligible billionaire bachelors in many magazines. Which meant that even though his scary persona scared some people away, the rest of the other people that weren't scared of him were throwing themselves at him.

That meant it was tough for my father to figure out who he could actually hire in his company. My father may have been a bachelor but at 23 years old with a billionaire company to run, he was all about work and no play.

Since the only man he ever went to for advice ever was his father, our grandfather decided to come up with a plan where he acts like he'll seduce whoever he's interviewing to see if they'll take the bait or not.

At that time, it was the only plan they had going that seemed to do well since a lot of the women applying for his assistant job failed it as soon as he invited them into his office and closed the door. The plan seemed to work for all the women in the interviews, up until his plan backfired on my mother.

My mother was 19 at the time she applied for the assistant job at my fathers company. Some people called her naive for trying to get her first assistant job at a billionaire company, especially at a young age. But my mother was a determined woman. She worked hard for what she wanted while she was in college and when her business professor had recommended her an job opening at my fathers company for an assistant, she made sure he was gonna interview her whether he wanted to or not.

Little did she know, he was going to flirt with her to see if she'd fall into his trap of another gold digging assistant trying to sleep her way into his company. And when he slid his hand up her pencil skirt that day, he didn't know she was going to stab his hand with her ballpoint pen and storm out of his office furiously throwing all thoughts of wanting to work for a billionaire CEO such as himself, out the window.

And when he tried to run after her to apologize, she cussed him out in front of everyone in the building. She threatened to call the police on him for sexual harassment until he begged her not to while pleading on his knees.

To say that was the most shocking event the employees in his company has ever seen by their ruthless CEO, was the most understatement of the century. And to add onto that event, my mother only took his apology if he let her work for him without the added on sexual advances he tried on her from the beginning.

Now, they're 40 years married with 6 children that admire their love story since they first told us about it when we were all kids. It was truly an unforgettable first meeting romance story and they both loved to repeat it over and over. And it's totally not weird that my father still liked to show off the scar he gotten from my mothers sharp pen that day, which was still on top of his right hand between his thumb and index finger.

Rosie's parents had explained to me and Alessandro about the way they met as well. And to say their first time meeting was like a movie similar to my parents was also like a movie, was totally an understatement.

Unlike me and Alessandro, Rosie was actually born on an island. She was born in Samoa, considering her ethnicity was Samoan, French, Puerto Rican and Tongan. Her parents were both mixed cultural wise. Her father being Puerto Rican and Samoan whereas her mother was Tongan and French.

The first time they met was when Rosie's mom, Helena, had flown in from the States to visit her mother who lived in Samoa. Her mother had let her and her siblings be raised in America due to her being born in Samoa, even though she's Tongan and French, but wanted her children to have a good chance to live differently from her on the island.

Helena was born in Samoa due to her mother growing up in Samoa, even though she's Tongan and French. It was a weird set up but Helena told me that was just the place where her mother and siblings grew up so she never questioned her onto how they started living there in the first place.

So after letting Helena and the rest of her 5 sibling grow up in America, Helena decided to fly first thing back to Samoa as soon as she turned 18. Not only to be with her mother but as also help her out financially.

It was no secret that our Rosie didn't grow up the same way as we did. She loved to talk about her story of how she was one of the many celebrities that grew from rags to riches. She hated having people pity her for her past. If she was fine with her past than people should accept it and stop trying to take pity on the inspiring strong woman I was now happily dating.

Back to what I was speaking about earlier, Helena had taken an assistant job at a school in Samoa. Little did she know that one of the other teachers she was friends with there, was soon going to be her aunt in law. Being as that woman was Rosie's fathers aunt.

On the first day Helena moved back home to Samoa where her mother lives, her family chose to show her around the island. And just like every cliche scene in romance movies, she just so happened to be at the same place and time her future husband was.

Rosie's dad, Otis, at the time worked as a fisherman. He also did side jobs on the island such as cleaning his neighbors yards or cutting down trees with his cousins.

The day he first saw Helena was the same day she was out with her cousins wandering through the village. He was actually just filling in for one of his cousins that couldn't show up to one of the festival dances they were having all the men do in the center of the village.

Helena laughed at her husbands memory of seeing her that day when she revealed that she never spotted him as one of the dancer during that time. She spoke about how she was happy to watch the festival dances but never noticed his large tall figure in the back staring right at her.

Otis rolled his eyes at his wife laughing as he explained to me and Alessandro that he did in fact spot her for the first time there at the festival but noticed she didn't spare a single glance in his direction. He said it was like his whole world stopped when he saw the most beautiful woman he's ever seen on the island walking up to the stage he was dancing on. He felt his heart leap at her smiling with her cousins before she walked off.

The way he described how he felt for her at that moment reminded me of how my father spoke about my mother when they first met.

Both men were known as emotionless and scary looking men when they were younger, but they were both weak in the knees as soon as they spotted the woman they are both happily married to now.

My father basically cherished the floor my mother walked on as soon as she was hired in his company to work for him just as Otis followed Helena around the whole island just to make her his woman. They were like lovesick puppies as soon as they met their soulmate.

And now, it was me and Alessandro's turn to repeat their history.

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