My Mr. Perfect, Imperfect [Perfect Series, Book 1]

Chapter 120: Ace's Revenge

The rooms were dark. There were cell rooms tagged with numbers like prizes on a shelf. One could tell how horrific the place is with the ghostly silence and chilly feeling like that in a horror movie. The lights, too, were dimly lit up by the jail cells.

And there was dead hood. Super angry food with black like death hood sitting on his head, slighted and always looking to make a name for himself with a good old-fashioned shanking. This devious individual usually waited until his target was last out of the shower before staging an attack. Ace was Dead Hood’s bunkmate, but.... Ace wasn’t just Ace anymore. Everyone referred to him as The One.

He always lifts weights and engages in cardio and other muscle building exercises and workouts just to ease off the pressure of anger and revenge burning through him.

The jail cell had its own darkness, but that day, Dead hood planned to give Ace the taste of his own medicine. It was only both of them in the room, as usual. Dead hood has strong features and Gothic looking tattoos that translated horror. He’d killed over 20 prisoners in the last five years and was thrown into Ace’s cell not to kill another. Ace had his supremacy even in jail. Some prisoners feared him while very few didn’t. Few like Dead hood whom had been planning to cut him down. Ace’s men, who were also arrested, still stood by his side, supporting their Mafia King, The One. And he gave certain benefits to them while they guided him outside the cell.

Dead Hood planned to kill Ace at the only place he’s off guarded — in the cell. He held a start dagger, prepared to stab him at the back while working out. Ace was doing pull-ups when Dead hood entered from the bathroom. The both of them haven’t had a conversation since black hood joined. They just wear weird glances at themselves. The look on the black hood’s face gave an unpleasant sensation that Ace glanced at him again.

“You’re good?” He asked, but the black guy in the hood paid deaf ears.

Ace was in grey shorts while the hood had a white towel wrapped around his waist and his black hood, as usual. He chewed on his gum as if there was a bubble gum in his mouth but there wasn’t any, actually.

Ace continued his press ups as the sweat drip down his masculine body. He had books and foods and wine supplied by the guards and dead hood couldn’t help but to wonder why he gets treated better, like a king.

As if being hit by a bull’s horn, black hood tried to stab Ace at the back but he gave him a sharp side hit with his elbow. Dead hood didn’t fright or jerk to the side, hit, but the shiny dagger fell off instead. He went to Ace’s neck, pinning him to the ground as they both twist and turn in struggle for the fight for survival.

With hands balled into a heavy fist, Dead hood gave Ace a hard punch in his right cheek. He pulled out immediately as he tastes blood clotting from his bleeding gum.

“Come on, Mafia King! Isn’t that what you are?!” Dead hood hissed at Ace, just to make him pissed off.

“Why are you doing this?” Ace's upper lips pulled up while his lower eyelids tensed.

He has killed no one since he got there and he doesn’t want to. It’s been two months now, and it seemed like yesterday. Ace wanted to make a partnership with Dead hood only if there’s a chance. But it turned out that he’s a jerk after all.

“C’mon, get up!” Dead hood commanded with his baritone voice.

With anger boiling in his thick, transparent veins, Ace rushed to Dead hood. His hand slapped into Dead hood’s ribs and he reacted in a painful wince. The pain ripped into his chest. Just then, Black hood noticed the wet dripping from the pain. His eyes widened at the dagger in his chest.