Chapter 22. No Jealousy, No Secret

Ace’s POV

We all watch Erica quietly leave the bedroom. I turn my head just in time to see Bryce barreling towards me. My back hits Chris’s dresser and it splinters into pieces as I grab Bryce around the arm and drop my elbow into the center of his back. Bryce falls to the ground and I jump on top of him and start punching him in the ribs.

“Time,” Chris calls from the other side of the room.

“Fuck,” Bryce growls out loudly. But I don’t let him up for fear he is going to punch me when he gets free. “Let me up,” he struggles in my grip.

Unhooking my arm from around his, I slowly let him up. I was right to be worried. Bryce cocks his fist back and punches me right in the gut. “Damn it, Bryce,” I wheeze out. “Chris called time.”

Holding his side where he took all of my punches. Bryce flips me off from across the room. “Since when do you not pull your punches?”

“Since the prize became something worth fighting for,” I laugh.

“I think you br