Mr BadBoy And I | COMPLETED

C H A P T E R T H I R T Y - F I V E

(Because you guys were asking for it, this chapter will be on the side of Ace's POV. Let's see how this goes)

◾ change of plans ◾

[Ace's POV]

"Where were you last night?" Jhase asks, walking past me as he taps his knuckles with tape.

"Someone's place." I hit the punching bag as I answered.

I watch him out the corner of my eyes lean against the punching bag he was near. Of course he was the one to judge me first;

"Does this particular someone start with a C?" He mocks.

I look around at him as I stop hitting the bag, "Maybe– what's it to you?"

He raises a brow and smirks at me, before he takes a hit at his punching bag. I scoff at his actions before I continue to hit my punching bag as well.

"Y'know this girl is making you weak." His comment comes over the sound of the punches.

"No she's not. How would she be?"

"You're continuing to go to her– soon enough you'll be showing all your emotions to her." He lightly laughs.

I give him a glare, in which he just shrugs at and keeps on punching. I shake my head;

"Just shut the fuck up, alright?"

"I'm kidding Ace. But seriously though, what are you going to do about her?"

I frown, "I don't know.."

"She's a threat." He states.

"I know."

"Plus, Maxwell wants her for his pathetic game, which only back fires for us–"

"I know.." I slowly nod.

"–and you'll be boss soon. That isn't going to go down to well."

"I know Jhase, but you also know what Maxwell will do too. Even if she stops being apart of this.. he's going to come after her anyway, and she won't have anyone around to protect her." I lean against the punching bag as I explained.

He raises a brow, not buying it, "What about her brother?"

I scoff, "Puh-lease, he wouldn't be capable of dealing with a situation like this Jhase."

"You're probably underestimating him, y'know. That dude looks like he could punch a few people out cold."

"Not Maxwell's men. He couldn't even stop them when they barged into their house looking for Chantelle." I shrugged.

My eyes glance down at the ground for a spilt second, trying to not get angry over the thought of maxwell men.

"Then what are you going to do?" He asks slowly.

"I don't know right now– but this is getting more serious than I originally thought. I guess it comes down to my decision."