The phone rang. The caller ID showed Jared Cole.
I didn't want to answer. I could guess why he was calling.
After he tirelessly called more than 20 times in a row, I finally picked up.
"Nia."
"We aren't that close. What do you want?"
"Chase is drunk. Can you come over?"
"You know where his home is. There are housekeepers. His condition has nothing to do with me."
"Nia, please do me a favor. You know Chase's temper..."
I stopped refusing. "Send me the address."
Chase's temper really was awful. His friends were all afraid of him. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he took it out on them.
I didn't understand why they were still willing to follow him though.
As soon as the car stopped, I saw Jared supporting Chase. I couldn't tell whether Chase was awake or drunk.
But he looked much mo
