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I threw another punch, my hand covered in Leonardo's blood.

"Please stop!" He begged, blood spilling from his mouth as he tried to speak.

I couldn't feel any mercy for him, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't feel anything, and the things I was going to do to my father, would be so much worse.

Ace stood in the corner of the room, smoking a cigarette. He always seemed to have one with him; he says it helps calm him down. I don't believe that though. I've witnessed Ace being angry, nothing calms him.

He began to walk out the door before saying, "Ice, I've got to go. I'll see you at the meeting in my living room tonight"

"I thought it was a party," I replied, rubbing my hand which was sore from hitting Leonardo so many times. I hadn't been to Ace's house in a few days. I stayed with Deja while we dealt with Andrew and Leonardo.

"Mm, it is, kind of," he replied before shutting the heavy metal door behind him. That was a bit suspicious.

Ace and I were divided on what to do with our cap