Ace's POV
I had quickly fallen into my old routine. Work for a few hours and then go out drinking with Dominic and then home to sleep and repeat. I had nothing or no one who I wanted to stop for anymore. I had yet to talk to Tate. I walked into our morning meetings usually hung over as f**k and stayed for about five minutes before I walked out again. I didn't want to do anything else because if I drank it kept the thoughts of my angel away, but that had to change today. I had to get sober because I had to try one last time.
I skipped the meeting and locked myself in my house and then proceeded to throw out every bottle of booze that I had and then I went back to bed. I was still drunk from last night and so I was going to sleep it off and then spend the next few days trying to stay sob
