38 REIGN OF EMILIA- Iwantyoutomeetmyfather

Previously...

"You had a pregnancy scare!?" Ace shouts.

"How could you keep this from me?"

"I did not think it was a big deal. Which I knew you would." Em mutters.

"Plus. with the both of our backgrounds? We'd probably be raising Lucifer's successor."

Maybe even worse.

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×Now×

December.

•••

"Jesus! Em. Slow down, your killing me." Ace pants, as he looks up at the girl who straddles his naked body.

Emilia leans down and attaches her lips to his, silencing his moans. She then makes a trail of wet kisses from his jawline to his neck, instantly locating his sweet spot and latching on to it.

"Em. I'm gonna-"

Maybe we need to give them some privacy.

•••

"Damn. That was-"

"F*cking amazing?" Ace finishes.

"Yeah. That."

The two take a few more minutes to catch there breaths. Ace then proceeds to lay his head on Emilia's naked

stomach.

"So, question, Are you doing anything tomorrow after school?" He asks.

"Other than staying at home, eating junk food and binge watching 'The Order' on netflix? No. Why?"

"Ugh. Iwantyoutomeetmyfather." Ace rushes out.

"Say again?"

"Iwantyoutomeetmyfather."

"Ace, slow the heck down. I know you are breathless but come on." Emilia rolls her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, or I'll give you a reason to." Ace growls and heat rushes to Emilia's cheeks. Ace notices this and smiles before muttering. "Tomato." Ever since they recalled the nickname they had for each other as children, they couldn't stop using them.

"Okay, cut it out. What were you saying before? Slowly this time."

Ace takes a deep breath and says. "I, want you, to meet, my, father."

Emilia froze completely for a few seconds. "What?"

"I want you to meet my-"

"No I heard you the first time, but. Why?" Em questions.

"Why not?" Is all Ace says.

Emilia breathes out a heavy sigh, running her fingers through her hair. "Ace, we talked about this. We are not togeth-"

"No, sh*t. No, that's not what I meant. I told him who you were-"

"You told him who I was?!" Emilia exclaims angrily.

"He's known you since you were born, I didn't think it'd be a big deal."

"Whatever."

Ace sighs, laying back on Emilia's stomach. I almost forgot he was there.

"Anyways. I told my dad who you were and he said he wanted to meet you. He said it's because; and I quote 'To see what a remarkable girl you've grown into'" Ace explains, drawing imaginary patterns on Emilia's stomach.

"That's creepy" Emilia says, Candidly.

"I promise it's not. Besides, you could be a really good asset to our Mafia. What do you say?" Ace asks, placing light kisses on to her stomach, trailing them up to in between her boobies.

Emilia moans, running her fingers through his hair. "Okay fine. I really need to kill some people anyways or I think my head will explode."

Straight to hell I tell you.

"You know. I can think of other ways to make your head explode." Ace gives her a suggestive smirk.

"Oh yeah?" Emilia asks while Ace nods, positioning himself between her legs. With one swift motion, Emilia manages to flip them over, so she could be on top again, but as soon as she does, Ace grips her hips and spin them over again.

"Nice try princess, but I'm topping this time."

And let's just say, he did. Over and over and over that day.

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"Fine. I will forgive you. Only because we've been through way worse." Emilia says to James.

"Oh god, thank you." James exclaims, hugging his bestfriend.

"And since I am your friend again, I think it is important for you to know." Emilia pauses, looking Ace dead in the eyes. "That I am sleeping with your best friend" Emilia confesses.

The smile on James' face falls. "What the f*ck?"

Emilia smirks, satisfied with the payback tactic she chose. She then saunters off as if she didn't just tell her bestfriend that she is getting down and dirty with his other bestfriend.

"W- Em! Get back here!" He exclaims but is of course ignored.

•••

Next day, 5:20 pm

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean the timing may not be right. I mean we just reunited and it will probably be kind of weir-"

"Em, it's fine, I promise. Are you nervous?" Ace asks suspiciously, holding on to the knob of the door.

Emilia begins to feel her cheeks heat up, but she suddenly covers it up with a: "What? No! Of course not!" Those were the words that left her lips, but deep, deep down, Emilia was shaking with nervousness. For some reason, the thought of meeting Ace's father caused that.

Ace opens the door for her and gestures for her to enter. "Ladies first."

Emilia stares at him coldly. "Get your a*s in there Kingsman."

"You look sexy when you get all bossy." Ace kisses her cheek.

He wasn't lying.

•••

"You must be Emilia." Jaxson, Ace's father greets.

It's actually Amanda but whatever.

"It is nice to meet you again, Mr. Kingsman." Emilia reaches out her hand for him to shake.

"Please, you use to call me uncle when you were little, but I understand that it might feel a little bit strange to do so now, so you can just call be Jax." The man smiles, pulling Em into a hug, which Em was somehow okay with.

After pulling apart. Emilia took the moment to scan his physical features.

He was quite build, and looked exactly like Ace, except for the beard and long hair.

The fact that he is the current leader of a Mafia, barely showed. His left arm was full of tattoos, yes, but as he spoke about Em, in her childhood years, his personality seemed so bubbly and cheerful. To be honest, it caught Em off guard.

Soon enough, little footsteps were heard and Emilia turned her head towards the direction of the entrance of the kitchen, as the footsteps got louder, indicating the person was close.

A few seconds later, a little girl peered her head, shyly through the kitchen entrance and looked at Em.

Emilia immediately realizes that she must be Ace's sister, Sara.

"Sara! Ehi" Ace greets in Italian, gesturing for the little girl to come and hug him, which she did. Taking her attention off of Emilia, she smiled brightly at her older brother.

"Ace! Chi è la ragazza? È la tua ragazza? Lei ha ragione? Lei è così carina." Sara says with excitement. [ITALIAN- Who is the girl? Is she your girlfriend? She is right? She's so pretty. ]

Emilia couldn't help but smile at her adorableness, but she still felt her cheeks heat up at the little girl's questions.

"È una... amica, Sara. Il suo nome è Emilia." Ace responds. [She is a...friend, Sara. Her name is Emilia.]

"Oh! Questa è Emilia? E hai detto che non è la tua ragazza? Devi essere matto allora. Può essere la mia ragazza allora?"

[Oh! This is Emilia? And you said she's not your girlfriend? You must be crazy then. Can she be my girlfriend then?]

The three others, laugh at the little girl's question, then Ace turns to Emilia. "This is my sister Sara."

Emilia nods, and smiles at the little girl.

Sara descends from Ace's lap and ascends Emilia's. "So what do you say. Ace may be stupid but I an not. Want to be my girlfriend?"

••••

"So Emilia. How is Isabella doing these days? Is Ricardo still making her worry about him every second?" Jaxson smiles. Remembering how worried Isabella his own wife would get whenever he and Ricardo went out on business.

"She stopped worrying years ago. When he died." Emilia mutters. Memories of that thanksgiving night she so badly wanted to forget.

"That's absurd." Jaxson hisses.

"What do you mean by 'that's absurd' ?" Emilia questions, little taken aback that he thought she was lying about the death of her own father.

"Because Ricardo isn't dead. I spoke to him last week." Jaxson says matter-of-factly, taking a bite out of his dinner.

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~Next week~

"You liar!" Emilia exclaims as angrily through the phone. "Ich kann nicht glauben, dass du mich seit fast neun verdammten Jahren angelogen hast! Uns alle anlügen!" [GERMAN- I can not believe you have been lying to me for almost nine freaking years! Lying to all of us!"