Badboy Ace novel Chapter 1

"Papa!" A little girl screamed as she watched the towering burly man jabbing a sharp looking knife into her dad's stomach. The policeman, who was very tall in her daughter's heart, lay helpless on the ground.

She tried running to his side but the two scary men held her back. She watched her dad bleed out next to her mother. Blood stained her mom's once blonde hair and the night dress she had worn were tore up into shreds.

The man who stabbed her father pulled out a gun and aimed for his head. She watched as father lifted up his head to stare at her in remorse.

With one nasty smirk the man pulled the trigger successfully murdering her father.

"No!!" She wailed and struggled to break free from the hard grip the scary men held her in. For only a few minutes, her mother and father were brutally murdered in front of her by the man. He is the evil!

"Zitta quella cagna! (Shut that bitch up!)" The evil roared. He turned towards the little girl.

She felt the vicious pull on her black tresses and suck in a sharp breath when a dagger was placed on her neck. She glared at him in hatred and lifted her head daringly to challenge him. Even though she was just five she knew what was happening, she wasn't dumb. Her doe eyes burned through her parents' murderer's eyes and she wished it was enough to kill him.

"Esuberante. (Feisty.)" The man laughed and drew the dagger away from the defying girl. He was amused at her bravery, for a little girl barely reaching his thighs she really was fearless to stand up to a man with his size.

"Father." A boy came out from the corner of the room. Even at ten years old the boy was an impressive height. "Padre, per favore, lascia la ragazza sola. (Father please leave the girl alone.)" Little Ace whispered, he didn't like seeing innocent people dying at his father's hands.

The young boy was forced to endure watching innocent people being slaughtered. His father would bring him along so he could watch, it was his way of showing his son how to be heartless so one day he could take over the mafia. The little girl was startled to see his presence, she hadn't noticed it until now. The young boy gazed at her with guilt and looked away to stare at his vexed father.

"Padre, per favore, è innocente. (Father please she is innocent.)" The boy pleaded trying to make his father see reason.

His father gripped his hand and ruthlessly dragged the boy to stand before the girl.

"See son, does she look innocent to you? She's the spawn of our enemies who have always tried to lock us behind bars." The man growled near his son's ear.

Before the boy could answer the sound of the police sirens could be heard getting near. One of the neighbors must've heard the sounds they were making. He let go of his son and nodded to the men that held her captive.

"Lascia andare la cagna. (Let the bitch go.)" He snarled and turned around. The men snorted as they pushed the little girl to the floor and walked away. She crawled to reach her deceased parents and shook them in hopes of waking them up.

Her little cries were heard as the young boy watched her with hawk eyes. He was angry that he couldn't stop his father's brutality and now this young girl had to grow up without parents. With a sad sigh he walked away from the scene and followed his dad's two gang members.

15 years later

My name is Ryn. Fifteen years ago, my parents were killed by a gang of Mafia. I have never forgotten what the evil had done to my parents. Fifteen years passed, I am a cop now and I've never stopped wanting revenge.

My lungs burned as I forced my achy limbs to move. I gripped the sack that was filled with sand in my hands and dragged it along the dirt path. The sack weighed about a hundred pounds and I've been going back and forth with it.

When I scolded the captain for harassing me, he got a little angry and punished me for training with this heavy bag.

"No breaks Waters!" The captain roared. He glared menacingly at my tired form and I was tempted to curse him. Luckily, this is the last round.