Piss Off, This Is My Money

12

The hefty men behind him were monsters compared to Maya’s “muscle.” Those bouncers? Mosquitoes. And in two seconds, every single one of them was on their knees, faces puffed, eyes spinning from the beatdown. They could barely even raise their heads from the pain and the humiliation.

The men bowed to Jace and planted themselves like a wall behind him. Silence crashed over the hall. Even the people streaming everything online were panicking, screaming into their phones like the apocalypse had arrived.

“Well,” Jace said, his voice low, sharp, dripping fire, “since you said our fucking relationship was all a game, I think it’s only fair I show you… I’m a gamer too.”

Maya froze, pale, staring at the destruction her friends had just endured. Yet somehow, she tried to keep that superior, untouchable look, like he was a bug she could squash.

Too late.

“Remember that dream house of yours?” Jace leaned in, eyes black with menace. “The one you said cost ten million? Part payment already made? Five million, right?”

“You… you dare not!” Maya hissed, panic breaking through her usual arrogance. The house had been perfect—every corner, every design—her money locked in, and now this lunatic was threatening it.

Jace held up his phone, the screen lighting her terrified face. He called the realtor directly.

“Hello,” he said, voice sharp, unblinking, “I want that house. I’d send the money right now—twice the deposit amount—but I heard someone already paid for it.”

“No, sir! You… you can have it immediately, sir! Just tell me which one, sir!” the realtor stammered, voice trembling.

“Shut your mouth!” Maya snatched the phone from Jace, her voice razor-sharp. “Don’t you dare sell that house if you don’t want me taking legal action!”

The realtor stammered, voice quivering. “Oh… Miss Maya? Is it the same house? Well… we don’t have any formal agreement preventing me from selling it if someone can pay more.”

Jace snatched the phone back, grinning like a maniac. “Perfect. Let’s meet at the house.” He slammed the door, and like a shot, stormed to his car.

Chaos exploded in the hall. People were screaming, pushing, phones flashing everywhere, Livestreams catching every second of it. You could practically feel the panic in the air.

Jace climbed into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and glanced in the rearview mirror. Holy shit. This wasn’t just a car. This was a convoy. Cars trailing behind him, a full-on entourage. He couldn’t even count them all.

“Damn,” he muttered, a mix of thrill and madness in his voice. “This is power. This is… fuckin’ glory.”

He floored it, tires screaming, and the chase began

It was the craziest scene of the century. He got to the house some minutes later.

Jace stepped out of his car, headlights slicing through the crowd behind him who had already somehow gotten there ahead.

Dozens of cars piled on each other, everyone desperate to witness the shitshow. His uncle’s security formed a wall instantly, stopping Maya’s people from dragging their madness any closer.

Livestreams were rolling everywhere.

“Guys, what do you think is happening?” one girl said breathlessly to her viewers. “Why would Jace Prescott buy Maya Callister’s house? Is he trying to impress her?”

Meanwhile, in her car, Maya was shaking—not from fear but pure rage.

If Jace touched that house, she’d make sure he never saw sunlight again.

But she couldn’t step out yet. Not with this many cameras. Not with an image built over five months of lies and filters.

Her phone rang.

JACE.

Through the glow of the house’s lights—the exact lights she had chosen to make the place look like paradise—she saw him standing there, waiting.

She answered.

“I changed my mind,” Jace said casually. “I don’t need the fucking house anymore. If you want it, come…” He checked his Rolex. “Come meet me in the next one minute.”

Maya’s teeth sank into her lip.

“I need to go,” she told her PR guy.

“Ma’am, that’s not smart. Your parents can—”

“There’s no time for parents. I can handle him.”

She dragged on a hat, stepped out. Her guards carved a path, though people still caught flashes of her face.

Her friends? None of them dared confront Jace again—not after seeing those monster-sized men standing behind him. And none of them wanted their men to go through that shit again, unless they would not be able to recover.

“Right there,” Jace called out from the gate, voice slicing through the air. “Don’t come any fucking closer unless you want my men to react.”

Maya swallowed. “We’re not kids—”

“I am a kid, Maya. At least that’s what everyone here can testify to. They watched me like a fucking zoo exhibit for five months.”

“And you already filed a lawsuit! Isn’t that enough?!”

“That’s thin.” He smirked. “That’s the tip of the iceberg.”

Now the whole crowd went silent.

“I want to give this house away for free,” Jace said suddenly. “If you want it, raise your hand. You too, Maya.”

Cameras swung to her like knives.

Her entire body locked.

“But to get this house,” Jace added, “you cannot be following Maya. And you must have ten friends who are not following her either.”

Instant chaos.

Phones out.

People unfollowing.

People calling friends to unfollow.

Maya felt the air leave her chest.

One of her PR staff sprinted up to her and whispered urgently:

“Ma’am… you’ve lost ten million followers.”

Maya froze.

Ten. Million.

And Jace?

He was leaning against the gate, chewing gum like he was at a football match.

“Alright, guys,” Jace waved lazily, “let’s not be too cruel. New rule: if you ARE following Maya, bring ten friends who follow her too. Show your phones to my men. First person gets the key.”

Instant reversal.

Her follower count skyrocketed again.

Her PR men tugged her away before the crowd crushed her.

“He’s proving he can control your fanbase,” one whispered. “This could ruin us. We need a counterattack.”

But what destroyed her wasn’t the PR warning.

It was sitting in the car, watching strangers trample over the house she had designed, crafted, and dreamed of sleeping in.

She clenched her fists.

Her voice dropped to ice.

“I heard his brother is around,” she said slowly. “Bring him to me. Now.”