Chapter 43 ~ Oh keep dreaming big daddy

                                    

                                          
Song of Chapter: Sober Saturday night by Chris Young ft. Vince gill 
(Think of this as Jace's point of view 😉)
                          
"So what do you think?" I ask Nikki on the phone debating on what's been going on with the rookies while our backs have been turned. 
                          
"Honestly Mel I don't know, I have a feeling that there is more going on than what meets the eye. Dewayne isn't like he use to be. He's acting more and more like an asshole. I think you should show him up again." Nikki says the last part with a smirk in his voice. With a chuckle, I shake my head at him. 
                          
"I think that is a good idea but we have to prove that he is starting to go sideways first." I tell him and he scoffs with annoyment. 
                          
"Fine, I already have Raven looking into it and I'm going to go talk to other people I know and see what I can come up with talk to you later Wild." Nikki tells me then processed to hang up the phone.
                          
I sigh as I toss my phone on the bed in front of me. How could the one person I basically grew up with and trusted start to pull this shit and turn his back on his upbringing. 
                          
Johnson would be pissed as him, With a foot so far up his ass it might get stuck.
                          
I walk down the stairs of an empty house. Luke is probably partying over his winning game in basketball. Mom is probably is as Wayne's. 
                          
Bruce follows me to the kitchen. He has gotten so big, his back reaches to my waist of my 5'8 foot frame. 
                          
He's the only man for me. 
                          
I go to my fridge and start making chocolate milk. Since I'm staying in tonight because my brother kept his car with him today.
                          
The one thing about my brother that I love is that he doesn't care that I take his car. Despite all the miles that I've been putting on it, he hasn't said anything.
                          
Thank the lord. I don't really want to explain why they are on there to begin with.
                          
I walk back to my room with my drink hand and dog in tow. When I walk into my room Bruce jumps onto the bed and lays down. As my phone lights up. I look at who's calling and furrow my brows. 
                          
Mr. Trouble.
                          
What. The. Hell. 
                          
I set down my drink and grab my phone and answer it.
                          
"Hello? Jace what's wrong?" Worry starts filling me. It's been a week since we talk last and he tried to call right after our talk and that was the last I heard from him. 
                          
"Jace give me the phone." I hear Reece tell Jace calmly. "No! Fuck off she's my-gurl." He slurs.
                          
"Hello Jace? Reece? Someone tell me what the hell is going on?!" I exclaim into the phone.
                          
Reece yells from the back ground. "Babe hang up, Jace is just drunk." 
                          
"I said shut the fuck up, you-get to talk-to-her everyday! I-don't." Jace yells in pure rage. "I'm tired of this-I'm-sick and tired of being-chained to a poisons-bitch."  He goes on, my jaw hit the ground by this point. What the hell is going on.
                          
"God dammit Jace give us the fucking phone and calm your ass down." Troy roars at him.
                          
I hang up I couldn't take anymore of hearing that.