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Chapter 43 [Jace] Just Don't Involve Her *

 Not that long, but read the VERY last paragraph of the chapter and a character will be brought back into the picture. And you won't believe who it is...

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I cautiously turn off the hottub, don't even bother to put the cover back on, and then I walk to the door hating the look Mickey gives to me once she stands maybe a foot close to me.

"I still don't understand what just happened," she carefully lets out, making this really emotional expression as I stay tough and keep my face unreadable.

"Nothing did," I blankly let out.

"Then why am I leaving? What did I do?" she asks, crossing her arms across her chest as I deeply exhale, not being able to hold it back.

"It isn't you. You didn't do anything."

"Obviously I fucking did something," she snaps, narrowing her beautiful eyes as I keep a straight face.

"You didn't... You didn't do anything Michelle," I state, her shaking her head and sighing.

"I thought you were different," she suddenly says, which makes my heart drop, which has never happened to me before. "I thought you were a nice guy that wouldn't mess with my head, Jace. But I clearly was wrong, and every guy is just a playing jerk. So thanks a lot."

"Michelle," I breathe out, her stepping forward and now glaring at me.

"Don't f***ng call me that," she argues, venom in her tone. "My name is Mickey. Only people that REALLY mean something to me, can call me by my real name."

"What like your mom and dad?" Comes out without me expecting it to. And I immediately regret it once I notice how her face changes to the most painful look I've ever seen on a girl before.

"My mom's never home," she tells me, slightly shaking her head before turning it, and staring her attention at the wall. "And thankfully, my dad took off. A while ago. Right after he tried to rape me."

And I now can't breathe. I'm at loss for words. What a dick move, Jace...

"Woah, Um," I stutter, parting my lips and not knowing what to say to take back my words. "I didn't know, I mean... I didn't mean it. I'm sorry--"

"Yeah like a jerk like you actually cares," she mutters, literally pushing me aside so I'm not blocking the door anymore. "But it's fine. Nobody does anyways."

"Mickey," I rush out, her practically running out of the room as I sharply exhale and chase after her. What am I doing? Just because I live this kind of gang life, doesn't mean I can't see her. Or does it? I want to do the right thing. I bring other girls here and I'm fine with it cause Ima never see any of them again. But this girl is different. I want to see her again. I want to see her...

But is this good for her to get involved with all of my shit? Because the gang has strict rules we follow. Nobody outside of our crew knows about what we do. Only we know that we make the drug deals, and run certain streets around here, and messing around with hoes while making our cash. The main thing is that we can't have a girl as in a relationship, because that shit gets in the damn way. One hundred percent.

I don't know if I can let her leave like this though; No, I can't.

"Mickey," I shout behind her, as she hurries away, us entering the living room where everyone still is chillin and hanging out. "Hold up."