Piss Off, This Is My Money

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Jace thrust his hands into his pockets, like all this bullshit was just mildly entertaining to him.

“What the fuck do you think this company is?” the guy snapped. “A charity center for peasants? For commoners?”

The livestream comment section went feral.

“What a bastard!!”

“Rich people are sick.”

“Bro thinks he’s God.”

“Can Jace’s men SLAP him???”

“Kick him in the neck pls.”

“Get out right now with your charity shit,” the guy barked.

Just then, his father burst inside, breathless. He’d clearly seen the livestream—ten million eyes watching his store get mercilessly ruined. If he didn’t fix this, the brand was finished.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, sir,” the owner said, smiling nervously at Jace.

“I was just about leaving,” Jace replied calmly. “Your heir says you don’t do discount. Since apparently, people who can’t afford your shit are imbeciles.”

The man’s face fell.

Livestream.

Millions of people.

Interpretations spiraling.

And Jace was throwing grenades with a straight face.

He turned to his son slowly. “Why did you say that?”

The guy looked stunned. “Dad, what—don’t you know who he is? He’s the poor kid—”

“As from today,” his father snapped, “all your credit cards will be frozen. Every single one.”

“You can’t do that, sir! You won’t do that because—”

“Apologize,” the father ordered. “For speaking to him rudely.”

“I can’t.”

His son’s tone was ice and stupidity mixed perfectly.

“Even if I fucking die, I’m not apologizing to this stupid thing who thinks money suddenly makes him relevant.”

“I’ll DISOWN you if you don’t!” his father exploded—anything to stop the stock from bleeding to hell.

The guy’s eyes sank into their sockets, wild with rage, and he spit at his father.

“Piss off then!”

He turned to walk away — but Jace just flicked two fingers.

A slap cracked across the guy’s face so hard the world smeared into watercolor.

“Don’t talk to your father like that, idiot,” Jace said, voice cold. “And if you’re walking out, drop the Rolex.”

The guy squinted at Jace through the one eye that wasn’t swollen shut.

“What the fuck—”

“I don’t want to hear your voice anymore!” his father barked.

That one hurt him more than the slap. “He’s just a stranger, Dad! Do you even know him?!”

Another slap. This one made him stumble like some wounded animal.

“Don’t shout at your father,” Jace said casually. “He can fucking hear you without you screaming.”

“Did he fucking ask you?!” the guy shot back.

Jace clicked his tongue like some holy saint. “Maybe my own parents were a mess, but I can’t stand kids being rude to theirs.”

He turned to the store owner, who was standing there sweating like a prisoner on judgment day — because with Jace, you never knew if you were next.

“Let’s go ahead, sir,” Jace said smoothly.

“If you do this, Dad, I’ll kill myself!!” the guy screamed.

Jace didn’t even blink. He just nodded once at his men.

The kick they delivered sent the guy airborne, straight into Maverick, both of them crashing to the ground in the ugliest, most humiliating pile.

Jace left them there and walked with the owner to the counter. He dropped money — too much money — like it was nothing, some twisted version of pity.

Then he walked back to the girl who was still livestreaming.

Two hundred million viewers.

The phone looked like it was about to detonate from heat.

“I’m only doing this because of the love I have for Maya’s followers,” Jace said, lips curling into a slow, creepy smile. “So listen… you all can come in now. If anything was thirty grand, it’s five bucks now. Don’t worry…” he whispered, smirk widening, “I won’t go broke.”

The comments exploded like fireworks as Jace walked out of the store.

Maverick and that useless excuse of a friend he dragged along both fainted — sprawled on the floor like discarded trash.

From her corner, Maya watched everything unfold. Her fists curled so tight her nails nearly broke skin. She couldn’t scream — the rage was too thick in her throat, too sharp.

All those high‑end luxuries she flaunted for months… the exclusives, the limited drops, the drip that made her name untouchable —

Jace had just turned them into common items any random broke kid on the internet could walk in and buy.

If he ruined her name, he ruined everything she built.

She wasn’t about to let some boy who used to beg her for WiFi destroy her empire.

She turned to her men.

“Have you gotten his brother?”

“No, ma’am. We don’t know where he is ye—”

“Find him for me right now.”

Her voice sliced through the air.

“RIGHT NOW. Or you’ll lose your life.”

The men stiffened instantly — because when Maya said “lose your life,” she wasn’t speaking metaphorically.