Ace's POV
We all watch Erica quietly leave the bedroom. I turn my head just in time to see Bryce barreling towards me. My back hits Chris's dresser and it splinters into pieces as I grab Bryce around the arm and drop my elbow into the center of his back. Bryce falls to the ground and I jump on top of him and start punching him in the ribs.
"Time," Chris calls from the other side of the room.
"f**k," Bryce growls out loudly. But I don't let him up for fear he is going to punch me when he gets free. "Let me up," he struggles in my grip.
Unhooking my arm from around his, I slowly let him up. I was right to be worried. Bryce c***s his fist back and punches me right in the gut. "Damn it, Bryce," I wheeze out. "Chris called time."
Holding his side where he took all of my punches
