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Iliana
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He hated her being right. Oh, how he hated her being so prissy and perfect and right all the damned time. It seemed as if Marce had forgotten how stubborn and naive women could be apart from vulnerable. he spent most of his time trying to save them than he did trying to get to know them. That was still a dangerous thing to do. Getting close to a woman who was potentially dangerous? Marce had kept his distance, though some managed to sneak there way into his personal thoughts and love life, despite all of his inner warnings, Marce Jove was still a man. He was capable of loving, affection, and other things he could have given to those women. The world. Everything they ever wanted. Marce took one look at Ace and gripped the wheel while taking a sharp left turn
"You don't have to offer anything to me to say you're not being sneaky. You won't even tell me your real name! How am I supposed to know that everything you tell me about...about that would be true? You could be leaving some parts out for all I know."he said, not trying at all to keep the anger out of his mouth. Ace was provoking him in more ways than one. She was still being right but she was being right in his car on the way to his house. Marce kept his white knuckled grip on the wheel and managed to bite his tongue for a few minutes. The two of them had successfully passed the hospital and a string of restaurants and fast food business as well. He didn't look at them at all, keeping his eyes steadily on the road ahead of him.
"There's food at the house. I usually don't cook this late at night, but since we have a lot of discussing to do, I don't see why not." His voice was softer than it was before and also wasn't forced to be that way. He was done with the arguments and the bickering for the time being. His silence was his unintentional way of apologizing for being...what did she call it?
"A hardass, huh?"he chuckled, wheeling the beautiful Crown Vic into the Decatur Elms subdivision, only a few blocks away from, where he had first found Ace laying at the bottom of the staircase. His house didn't stick out as much as the others did. It was a simple double floored house with a graden that wasn't anything fantastic. He pressed a button above his head that activated the loud, roaring opening of his garage door. The sound seemed to have awaken the entire neighborhood. Marce flinched, just knowning he was being paranoid.
Marce Jove. Paranoid. So, pigs did fly.
"You don't have to offer anything to me to say you're not being sneaky. You won't even tell me your real name! How am I supposed to know that everything you tell me about...about that would be true? You could be leaving some parts out for all I know."he said, not trying at all to keep the anger out of his mouth. Ace was provoking him in more ways than one. She was still being right but she was being right in his car on the way to his house. Marce kept his white knuckled grip on the wheel and managed to bite his tongue for a few minutes. The two of them had successfully passed the hospital and a string of restaurants and fast food business as well. He didn't look at them at all, keeping his eyes steadily on the road ahead of him.
"There's food at the house. I usually don't cook this late at night, but since we have a lot of discussing to do, I don't see why not." His voice was softer than it was before and also wasn't forced to be that way. He was done with the arguments and the bickering for the time being. His silence was his unintentional way of apologizing for being...what did she call it?
"A hardass, huh?"he chuckled, wheeling the beautiful Crown Vic into the Decatur Elms subdivision, only a few blocks away from, where he had first found Ace laying at the bottom of the staircase. His house didn't stick out as much as the others did. It was a simple double floored house with a graden that wasn't anything fantastic. He pressed a button above his head that activated the loud, roaring opening of his garage door. The sound seemed to have awaken the entire neighborhood. Marce flinched, just knowning he was being paranoid.
Marce Jove. Paranoid. So, pigs did fly.