Ace’s point of view
I stormed downstairs after Victoria's telling me to leave, seething with frustration.. What the f**k did I do to deserve this? I needed a goddamn drink. Grabbing the nearest bottle of scotch I start chugging it. I then hurl another bottle against the wall, the satisfying crash offering a brief release for my pent-up rage. But it wasn't enough. I grabbed more bottles, hurling them with reckless abandon, each shattering impact echoing my inner turmoil. As I raged, James entered the room, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to my own volatile state. "Are you okay, Ace?" he inquired, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us. "Do I look okay to you?" I spat, my anger boiling over. Another bottle soared through the air, shattering against the wall.
Then I revealed t
