All Chapters of Piss Off, This Is My Money : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
15 chapters
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They said Jace will be a bum forever.He smiled. Challenge accepted.They said his attitude would land him in jail.Cool. He like bars.They said he'd get a girl pregnant in freshman year.Guess what? He did.And right now, She’s on his chest. Two of them are eighteen. The baby in her stomach is five months. Tomorrow, they'd be getting married. No priest, no fucking courts. It'd be right here in their hostel. Four months from now, a sophomore med student would guide them through the birth. Fuck hospitals and doctors. Her phone buzzed. He glanced. She slammed it shut.She turned to him, face inches from his.“I want to go outside,” she whispered.“Why? Pain?” he asked.“No. I’m fine. Just…” She kissed him. “Be back soon.” She stood, and Jace watched her go, a grin spreading.Humans were fucked up. They said pregnancy was hard. Morning sickness, aches, swollen bellies. Bullshit.Five months. No complaints. No symptoms. Nothing. Except proof in the damn test that confirmed it.Then a v
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What’s the first thing that comes to your mind after having the worst day of your life?Yeah, that’s what Jace should be thinking.But fuck that.Of all the shit that just happened, the only thing grinding his brain was… his shorts.Those damn boxers with holes in them — the ones he always wore under his jeans whenever Maya used his bathroom or came over.And now?How many fucking eyes saw those boxers?He slammed his fist into the wall at the exact moment the lock clicked open.“You guys executing me?” Jace asked, because honestly, that had to be the only reason they’d come back. “Or you got more fucking livestreams to run? Need more followers, yeah?”The cop at the door stared at him. His lips twitched, like he wanted to curse Jace out.But then — for some twisted, stupid, unbelievable reason — the cop bowed. Bowed.“Please come out, sir,” he said.Jace laughed, sharp and ugly. “Where are the fucking cameras this time? Huh?” He stepped forward, voice rising. “You cops can’t survive
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Jace shot the chief one last disgusted look and pushed out of the office. He checked the credit alert again. $38 million. Real? Fake? No way to know. The universe had already proved it was unhinged today.A quiet sob drifted from down the hall. A kid. Jace turned and saw a tiny thing, maybe ten, wiping his face with his sleeve.“Hey,” Jace snapped, “if you wanna cry, go do that outside. The cops aren’t gonna give a shit about you in here.”The boy looked up, eyes red. “Please… can you help me? My brother was—”“—caught with drugs or alcohol?” Jace cut in.“He had an argument with—”“Lead the way.”No patience. Never had any. Especially not with cops breathing the same air.The kid hesitated but then led him back to one of the stalls where a cop stood, arms folded like he owned the building.“How much is the bail?” Jace asked, jaw clenched.“Who are—”“How much?” Jace repeated, voice dropping with that don't test me edge.“Two thousand dol—”Jace already sent it before the cop finished
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In three hours, Jace had a hoodie—limited edition, only two of its kind in the whole damn world. Sneakers that could pay an average man’s rent for two straight years. A Rolex that could blind the sun. Fresh haircut like he walked out of a movie set. Shades. Aura. Vengeance.He’d learned to drive at thirteen—one of those necessary survival skills in Detroit. Either you delivered drugs for the wrong people or you got dirty in even worse ways. Morals didn’t feed anyone.And all that crap people always say about the “beauty of not being rich”?Bullshit.One hundred percent bullshit.The way the tires of the Rolls Royce kissed the asphalt… heavenly. Addictive. Like the universe finally remembered his name. The stares—God, the stares—made him feel like the bastard son of the world’s richest man.He rolled up to the campus gate with one hand casually hanging out the window, just like he’d seen in every music video he wasn’t supposed to watch growing up.And, of course, the fucking reporters
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Inside the office, the dean handed over the documents with… respect.Jace grabbed them, tossed them on the table, and scanned through the basics. Eighty percent of the shares in the school. He looked up at the dean, barely holding himself together.“Woah,” Jace muttered. “I’m not doing nothing.”“I’m sorry… is there a problem, Mr. Jace?”Jace chuckled. “Oh, of course there are problems. For the past five months, my life’s been filmed. Even when I’m sleeping. Millions of eyes watching me. And you know what’s the funniest part?”The dean shook his head sharply. “No, sir,” he said quickly.Jace leaned in, voice dropping like he was about to reveal a sacred secret. “I once told Maya I peed in bed… until I was twelve.” Then he busted into laughter.The dean trembled, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. That mix of shock, confusion, and terror—classic.“I find it funny… that a lot of people heard that,” Jace said, the smile fading into something sharp, dangerous.“I-I’m sorry, sir.
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One of the worst things about all this? Everyone already knows what’s going on in your head. Five months. Five fucking months of being filmed without even realizing it. Every word, every careless thought—they watched it all. And the things that hit hardest? Not the big dreams you blabbed about. No. It’s the tiny shit. The things you cared about. The stuff that mattered. Oh, fuck… thinking about it made Jace want to rip his own hair out. He actually loved Maya. Loved her. And now? Laughable. She wasn’t even eighteen. Twenty. Twenty years old. Her parents ran one of the largest companies in Brooklyn. And… fuck! Jace slammed the car door and stormed toward the studio Maya used to edit her videos. Big place. Big enough to store all the gear that had secretly recorded his life. He got to the gate. Two security men snapped to attention. “You can’t enter without an appointment,” one of them barked. “And if you’re here to cause trouble, leave. Miss Maya will contact you if needed,” the
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8:30 p.m.Jace had grabbed a bunch of clothes—high-end, limited-edition shit. He sat on the hotel bed, watching Maya on the brand-new tablet he’d ordered an hour ago.She was on a livestream, spewing bullshit to her followers.“Y’all can’t believe what he did,” she whimpered. “He went to my studio and destroyed everything.”“So wicked!”“He should be arrested.”“Don’t cry, love.”“He doesn’t deserve you.”Jace slid on his Rolex and glanced at the mirror. His stomach twisted.How many times had he stood right here—well, in some mirror somewhere—whispering:“You’re so handsome. You deserve Maya. You deserve her love.”To himself.Like a fucking clown.While millions watched his delusion unfold in real time.His lips curled in a smile. Crying is predictable.And God, he really let his guard down with Maya. Crying in front of her whenever bad news from home hit him.Shit.His phone rang, cutting off the urge to punch the mirror.A strange number.He answered.“Hey, Jace,” a voice said on
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Jace smiled thinly. Perks of having a crazy-ass brother.“Maya’s waiting for you in the car,” one said quickly, ready to leave.“Tell her I’ve got nothing to discuss in person. Court’s where we’ll meet. Already filed a lawsuit,” Jace snapped, walking off.Trevon pointed two fingers to his eyes, then to the two men in a menacing gesture before falling in step beside Jace.“Some party,” Jace filled him in. “Cool tagging along?”“Hell yeah. But not as your brother,” Trevon grinned.Thirty minutes later, Trevon was transformed into a rock star. He tried asking Jace about the money, but Jace just shrugged—he’d explain later.Because Trevon had never learned to drive, he rode in a rented service car with a chauffeur.Jace rolled up in his Rolls Royce in front of the hall. College kids weren’t the only ones there—anyone who could afford the ticket was inside.Jace stepped out, making sure Trevon had gone in. Eyes snapped to him. He was the only one in a car this expensive, and he knew every
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Jace sat down with the girl. She was breathtaking—eyes that caught every glance in the damn room. He’d joined the party late, barely two minutes, and before they could even start ‘getting to know each other,’ the DJ was blasting, signaling the dance floor. Jace didn’t sit still. He never had been a gentle guy—whatever the hell that meant—and he wasn’t about to start now. At a corner, Maya watched. Jace, sitting with the second richest girl in the school—a sophomore, medical student, killer looks—was driving her insane. Why the fuck was this girl with Jace? She couldn’t concentrate on her own boyfriend, who had been yapping at her all day. But this… this was Maverick’s girlfriend. How the hell was Maverick letting this happen with a dumbass like Jace? “Babe?” her boyfriend called, fumbling, desperate for attention. Maya looked at him, fuming. “Huh? What?” “Do you want us to hit the dance floor?” he asked, like it was nothing. “Yeah,” she snapped, deliberately positioning herself
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At the same time, Lila ripped away from Jace’s side and sped across the room.A loud SMACK echoed—everyone flinched.Obviously, it wasn’t from Maverick’s men charging at Jace. Jace was still standing there, cool as hell.Maverick clutched his face. His girlfriend had slapped him.“For what the hell do you bring them here to beat him up?” she snapped.“I… I’m only trying to save you—”“Oh, Maverick. You’re the one who needs saving. A guy just asked me for one night’s date and I said yes. And you? You bring a damn army over to beat him up?!”Laughter erupted from all corners of the hall.“Babe, you can’t do this! We’ve been—”“I was never your girlfriend, and you know it,” she snapped, venom dripping from every word.“I was… just in need of someone to read with, and you came in handy. Right now, Jace Prescott is my boyfriend!” she announced, her voice cutting through the chaos.Jace laughed to himself. Boyfriend? Fucking sick people. But he didn’t refute her. Instead, he gave the men wh