The first day was nice.

Tony's mother spent almost all day praising either Chase or I which mainly kept Chase off my back. It wasn't until dinner when things started to get awkward.

As of now, it was just Tony's family (which consisted of his mom, dad, two brothers, and his grandma), Chase, and me.

"So," his father started, "how was your trip?"

I had learned through the day that Tony's father, Erik, had grown up in the states, but his mother, Ai, had lived in China until she was twelve. She left with her mother who wanted to live the rest of her life in America.

"Oh you know, tiring. We had unnecessary layovers like always." Tony pushed his dumpling around with his fork.

The tension in the air was palpable. I wasn't quite sure what the source of it was. Tony and his parents seemed to be on good terms this morning, but something since then seemed to have put him in a mood. 

An awkward silence fell over us all.

His mom popped a dumpling in her mouth before saying, "Well your girlfriend seems really nice. She isn't Asian like I hoped but her personality makes up for that."

Next to me Tony had gone pale and Chase almost spit out his water. One of his brothers at the opposite side of the table dropped his chopsticks on the floor.

My cheeks heated in embarrassment and I looked down at my plate before me.

"Mom! Really? Was that appropriate?" Tony's pale face was replaced by rosy cheeks. He was embarrassed too.

"What? I said she was nice and I complimented her personality?"

Tony's father placed a hand on his mother's. "Ai,"

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before I interrupted. "It's okay, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang. I understand. Thank you, Ai, for the compliment."

Everyone except Ai gave me incredulous looks.

We finished the dinner in a semi-awkward silence.

When everyone was excused, I stayed back and offered to help clean.

"You don't have to help clean, Dear. We appreciate the offer."

I nodded my head and retreated up to my shared room.

Chase was already waiting for me, sprawled out on my bed.

"Can I help you?" I grumbled, moving his legs out of the way so I could at least sit at the foot of the bed.

"You handled yourself well out there. Almost makes me believe you're actually Tony's girlfriend." He dropped his legs on top of mine.

"What do you mean," I sighed.

A smug smirk appeared on his lips. "If you were really his girlfriend, you would have stood up for yourself. Made his mom regret calling you out."

He was right.

I would have said something.

My silence was all the confirmation he needed.

"So, tell me Daytona, what brings you here. I know you couldn't give two shits about Tony's family, so what's your game? What're you playing at?"

I cursed him for being able to read me so well.

When I didn't answer, Chase groaned, removing his legs from my lap and sitting up. "Come on Daytona. If you tell me, I might be able to help you."

I couldn't believe the fact I was actually considering telling Chase something I hadn't even told Jordan.

On one hand, he was Chase Jensen. Psychotic, crazy, strong Chase Jensen. If for some reason I wasn't able to finish Colton off myself, Chase might be able too.

On the other, he was Chase Jensen. Psychotic, crazy, and selfish Chase Jensen. If I told him what I was doing here, he might just straight up turn me over to Colton.

But, if I was prepared, Chase turning me over to Colton could actually benefit me.

What did I have to loose?

"I'm here for revenge." My voice was barely over a whisper. If Tony found out the real reason I was here, I might just lose my only real friend.

Chase stared at me, blinking a few times. "Elaborate please. Revenge on who, and why?" His voice was surprisingly serious.

The sudden change caught me off guard.

"It's Colton, isn't it?"

My gaze snapped up to meet his.

"How do you know that?" My voice came out hard, dripping with venom.

There was a hint of a smirk on his face, but it wasn't fully there. No, for whatever reason Chase knew this, it wasn't a joking matter.

"I make it my business to know what goes on around there. I heard your name whispered a few times, but I just assumed it was a different Daytona. But when you said you were here for revenge, I knew there was no one else it could have been. By the way, how are you involved with him and why do you want revenge?"

I tore my gaze away from him to stare at the opposite wall. "His sister almost died because of me. And as for why I want revenge, he killed my brother."

Chase finally went silent beside me.

"I thought Cooper died in an accident two and a half years ago?"

"Me too. Turns out he was in hiding. Colton made me fight three people and kill my ex boyfriend to save his life." I looked down at my hands. They were shaking now. "But when I went to go get him, one of Colton's men shot him right in front of me."

Again, Chase was silent. This was probably the longest I had ever heard him not speak. The task was pretty much impossible for him.

"I'm sorry Daytona. About Cooper. He was a good guy. I'm also sorry because I don't know if I'll be able to help you out on this one." He laid a gentle hand on my knee. 

I nodded.

Of course I hadn't expected him to help me. It was selfish to even think that for a second. No one could do this except for me. And even if they could, even if it was Chase, I wouldn't let them risk their life to help me.

"It's fine Chase. I think I'm going to go to sleep actually." I pushed him off the bed and climbed under the covers, shutting my eyes, willing away the tears.

Chase stood by the side of my bed, watching me. Why? I don't know? But he stayed there for a few moments at my side. After a while, he walked out of the room, shutting the door after turning off the light.

My heart hurt.

I hadn't actually talked out loud about what happened all those months ago, but every time I found myself facing the memory of Cooper's lifeless body laying on my lap, or the bullet hole right above his heart, Jordan was there for me.

He was there to hold me, to calm me down, to do or be whatever I needed him too.

And now I was alone.

I could feel the cold seeping in again. If slipped through the blankets, my clothes, my skin, chilling me to my bones.

My breath hitched in my throat and I found myself urgently searching for my phone.

I needed to call Jordan. I needed to hear him reassure me. I needed him to tell me everything was going to be okay.

My fingers finally slipped over the hard rectangle in my purse and I pulled it out, going on auto pilot to unlock my phone and finding Jordan's contact.

I was close, so close, to pressing that green little phone icon- but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

With shaking fingers, I flipped my phone under my pillow and clenched the blankets in my hand.

Maybe sleeping would help. It had to help.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

If I could sleep, if I could just fall asleep, then this pain inside me would disappear.

If I could just, sleep.

It didn't take long for me to not have to squeeze my eyes shut to keep them closed anymore. My fist started to loose it's grip on the blankets just as I started to loose my grip on consciousness.

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I was back in Colton's warehouse. The same room where I was made to fight Logan, Jared, and the other two as well.

But things were different this time.

Instead of Logan finding me in my messed up state, Jordan cane running through the door. "Daytona! There you are! I was so worried about you."

He embraced me in a bone-crushing hug. "Lets get you out of here."

I let him guide me towards the door, but before we crossed the threshold, I slipped out of his hold.

Jordan turned to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing? Let's go."

There was something cold and heavy in my hand. It felt- familiar. But at the same time, like it didn't quite belong.

I raised that hand and pointed the shiny black gun at Jordan's chest.

'No! I don't want to do this! Jordan! Run!'

But even though I was screaming, nothing was coming out of my mouth.

I wasn't in control of my body anymore.

My fingers tightened around the trigger.

Bang.

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I woke up suddenly, breathing heavily. My pillow under my cheek was wet with salty tears.

Crying.

I had been crying.

"Well did you take care of it?"

The voice was hushed, but there was no mistaking the fact that it came from inside the room and that the voice belonged to Chase.

I stayed as still as I could to try and listen in on whatever he was saying without alerting him that I was awake.

"What do you mean something happened? I gave you simple instructions. Keep them away from here. Got it? Next time when I call, have some good news or the next mission your friends will have is disposing of you."

Chase let out an aggravated sigh. I could hear him start to walk towards me.

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to even out my breathing. Don't let him know you heard anything. Don't let him know.

After a few terrifying moments, Chase finally made his way back to his side of the room. There was a squeak of mattress springs and the sound of sheets being messed with.

I let out a hushed sigh of relief and tried to keep my mind from wandering to the conversation Chase had. But it was useless. Now I was wide awake, and the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did.

Who was Chase talking too?

Who was the 'them' he referenced?

Why away from here?

And why is he giving out missions?

Deep down, I already knew the answer, but I refused to acknowledge it.

Maybe I was wrong. I needed to be wrong.

Because if I was right, then I was sharing a room with a member of Colton's gang.

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Filler chapter!

So, what do you guys think of Chase? Do you think he is apart of Colton's gang? What do you think he's going to do with the information Day gave him? Do you think he is actually sorry about Cooper?

So many questions and so little answers.

I know this chapter is really short and I'm sorry but I hope it's enough to hold you over for now.

Like always,

Love you all!
~May C. ❤