Chase: A Savage Brothers Novel, #2

By Candace Dowds

It's never been easy being me. I've had my fair share of cocaine, whores, and booze to fill a fucking lifetime.

Being on television isn't all it's cracked up to be. Bitches constantly throw themselves at you, wanting to get their face on the cover of the tabloids to try and further their nonexistent acting careers. In exchange for the popularity they gain, all thanks to social media, I bend them over, fuck them until they can't walk, and move on to the next. There's always a next. Hollywood doesn't have a shortage in the slut department. But not one of the sluts is ever going to be able to replace the girl that got away.

Ally Wheelan was and still is the love of my life. Everything blew up days before I was due to leave for Hollywood because I was an incredibly selfish asshole back then.

Looking back, I wish I could have slapped the shit out of myself and told her I'd stay, but you can't change the past. You can only look forward and hope to hell you stop being a selfish asshole in the future.

Previous relationships have put me off wanting a wholesome family with the wife and children that love one another. Being in Hollywood has taught me that having those things and keeping them is next to impossible.

So far in my life, I've had a tiny handful of women I've trusted, and one of those women, my own mother, walked away from my family and me, and she's never attempted to make contact. She went as far as taking my two little sisters with her. That is where she crossed the line.

Over the time I've been in Hollywood, I've had multiple sex scandals and fake pregnancies announced to the world, and all in all, I have only two women left in my world that I trust implicitly. My assistant Tessa and my sister-in-law to be, Abby, who is newly engaged to my asshole of a brother Logan. But I'd love it if my existence wasn't so damn complicated.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Candace Dowds
• Release date: Jan 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201336080

Candace Dowds

Candace began writing after the passing of her son in 2009. It has been an emotional release for her. She is supported by her family and friends. Other than the time she is writing, she sits back for hours reading books by her favorite authors, Tijan Meyer, Rachel Vincent, Richelle Mead, Colleen Hoover, Claudia Gray, Jay McLean and so many more. That or she will go for a calming drive while listening to Eminem, Slim Shady, Marshall Mathers or The Rap God, whichever you would like to call him. Her kids are just like her, sarcastic, but fun loving. The rules she lives by 1 Don't take life too seriously 2 Don't live up to others ridiculous expectations 3 Surround yourself with people who love you for you 4 If life becomes too much, have a stiff drink and start again tomorrow.

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IT'S NEVER BEEN EASY being me. I've had my fair share of cocaine, whores, and booze to fill a fucking lifetime. 

Being on television isn't all it's cracked up to be. Bitches constantly throw themselves at you, wanting to get their face on the cover of the tabloids to try and further their non-existent acting careers. In exchange for the popularity they gain, all thanks to social media, I bend them over, fuck them until they can't walk, and move on to the next. There's always a next. Hollywood doesn't have a shortage in the slut department. But not one of the sluts was ever going to be able to replace the girl that got away. 

Ally Wheelen was and still is the love of my life. Everything blew up days before I was due to leave for Hollywood to begin my acting career. Back then, I was incredibly selfish. 

Looking back, I wish I could have slapped the shit out of myself and told her I would stay, but

you can't change the past. You can only look forward and hope to hell you stop being a selfish asshole in the future. 

Previous relationships have put me off wanting a wholesome family with the wife and children that love one another. Being in Hollywood has taught me that having those things and keeping them is next to impossible. 

So far in my life, I've had a tiny handful of women I've trusted, and one of those women, my own mother, walked away from me. I've had multiple sex scandals and fake pregnancies announced to the world, and all in all, I have only two women left that I trust implicitly. My assistant Tessa and my sister-in-law to be, Abby, who is newly engaged to my asshole of a brother Logan.

Tessa works ruthlessly at keeping me humble. Any time I show signs of being a stuck-up asshole, she's always there to remind me of my mortality, and for that, I'm grateful.

Wake up, Mr wonderful, my assistant's voice chirps with bitter sarcasm.

I'm not getting up today. My throat hurts. I then fake cough, but I don't dare open my eyes.

How the fuck did you manage to have a career and get paid to be an actor while giving a shitty performance like that one?

Quickly, I open one eye. However, the instant I do, regret immediately hits me. I shouldn't have partied as hard as I did last night.

Flashes of naked women, lines of Coke, and endless bottles of bourbon penetrate my vision. Each time I wake up in this condition, I promise myself that I won't do it again, but then another party pops up, and I can't say no. I should, but I don't.

Clamping my eyes shut, my lips turn upwards into a snarl. There ain't an actor out there that's better than me. You hate the fact that I am superior to you in every way, I quip. I also tense my muscles in anticipation of her onslaught. 

I'm not in the mood to beat the shit out of you, dickhead, but you do need to get up.

Why? I have zero work commitments today. It's why I allowed myself to party as hard as I did last night. 

You're such an idiot. While you had your dick buried inside a random whore, Marci called and told you she wanted a meeting with you today. Doesn't ring any bells? 

Fuck me. My Agent, Marci, is not only a massive pain in my ass, but she also has a banging ass. However, she's kept herself from falling for my charm. One day, I will have her in my bed, bent over as I fuck her from behind, her hair wrapped around my hand, using it as leverage.

No bells have rung.

I hate you some days. She slams her foot on the floor and walks away while muttering something under her breath.

Later that day, Marci , my five-foot-nothing, blonde agent, lets herself in. While relaxing on

the sofa, I look over at her. She's storming in with a purpose. 

What now, Marci? If you're here to yell at me, you can turn your ass around and leave. I'm not in the mood for bullshit from you today. Usually, I'd sit, pretend to listen to what she has to say, and leave it there, but I'm already tired of the Hollywood drama. If it's not one scandal, it's another.

Calm your tits. I have an offer for you. She places her bag onto the coffee table that separates us before taking a seat in on one of the white recliners. 

What's the offer? If it's not for big bucks, then I'll have to turn the offer down. I've worn myself out working eighteen-hour days and then drinking like a fish when possible. 

It's a movie about a guy who lost his parents to a car crash and spent his time trying to find ways to cope with his grief.

I'm out. Not. For. Me.

It pays eleven million, she sings.

Granted, the money sounds nice, but I already have money. Not only do I get paid from my tv show, but my family also owns a very prosperous gold mine that brings in enormous amounts of cash that are divided between the Savage family. I'm set for life. 

Nope. Not gonna happen. I'm fucking tired, Marci. I'm tired of being tired. I'm not doing it. If you don't like it, you don't have to work for me. You know where the door is. Fuck this bitch. 

"Seriously, Chase? What the hell is wrong with you? Your fans want to see more from you. They want to drool over you while you're on the big screen. Movies are where's it at these days. This is ridiculous." She throws her hands over her head with exasperation. 

Bye, Marci. I stand and walk towards the kitchen while ignoring the bitching that's going on behind me.

You won't get anywhere with that attitude. No one will ever want to work with you. She stands

and storms in my direction.

Tessa pours a cup of coffee and hands it to me. Thanks. 

Her smile is devious. Tessa hates Marci. She's wanted me to let the bitch go for years, but I couldn't. At the time, I was desperate for fame, and Marci provided me the jobs and business contacts I needed to get where I am today, but I need a break. 

Oh, you're very welcome. She knows how fed up and tired I am.

Where's mine? Marci demands.

Oh, shit. This isn't going to go down well. I may need to stand between them. Although, it would be incredible to watch them scratch each other and see Tessa pull Marci around the house by her hair. 

"Why the fuck would I give you anything? You're a slimy bitch that berates her clients and forces them to do what you want all because you want more cash in your pocket to spend on your fake

tits and to pull back your wrinkly ass face. Everyone knows you're old as hell. The young guys only fuck you because they want to get ahead in their careers. I'll bet you don't go a single month without having to get tested for an STD. If we were to turn around right now, I know you'd have your hand down your skirt scratching your huge snatch." She crosses her arms and smirks, waiting for a reply.

Marci's face is flaming red, her chest is moving up and down rapidly, and her hands are balled into fists by her side. In a bid to keep my assistant safe, I take a step closer to Marci. I can see the hair-pulling now. It's a wicked vision to have. 

I'm going to kill her! she seethes through gritted teeth.

It's becoming more and more challenging to keep the bubble of laughter that's increasingly building in my chest at bay. 

Oh yeah? Bring it bitch! You even get to throw the first punch, Tess chuckles.

Marci's head tilts. Why? Oh, I know why Tess said it. I love my fucking life.

"Because that means you initiated physical abuse. Therefore, I get to sue you for everything you've got. Tess draws her attention to me. Chase, can you be a lamb and say yes to the movie role for me. I'll wait until the checks are cut before I take her to court." Her half-smile is that of a serial killer. Like Richard Ramirez when he would smile in court while the prosecutors described in detail what he did to his victims.

Fuck you! Marci turns on her heels and leaves my home. 

When I hear the front door slam, I turn to face Tess. Holy shit! That was in, fucking, credible! Where did that come from? Reaching out, I pick up the cup of coffee I'd abandoned. 

Shrugging, she tells me, I've thought about how I would take her down if she pissed me off again after the last run-in we had. 

Oh, yeah. I know I was high when it happened, but I remember every single detail.

It was two weeks ago, and Marci hadn't warned us she was coming, and I had a has full of people I didn't know surrounding me as we smoked weed, did a couple of lines of cocaine, and drank shots. She immediately began screaming at my guests, and I didn't take too kindly to her acting like an ass in my home. 

Before I could pull myself together to yell at her, a slightly drunk Tessa stepped in on my behalf. 

"Oh, no. You don't get to come into Chase's home and scream at his guests. We're trying to have a chill session, and because you're never invited to hang out with others because you're such a slimy whore who has zero friends, you think you can ruin other people's parties. Go fuck yourself, you dumb cow. Everybody, Tess yells. Get this whore out of the house." 

The crowd swarmed around her and led her out of my home. It. Was. Amazing.

You've had a couple of busy weeks regarding Marci. I need to give you a raise, I laugh.

I'll take it!

The following day I was back on set. When I'd finished filming, I looked at the phone and saw my brother Jax had called thirteen times along with copious amounts of missed calls from my other brothers and Abby. Something must have happened, something huge.

With a nervous stomach, I call my younger brother Jax. 

Hey, man, he answers but sounds exhausted.

What's wrong? Everyone's tried calling me.

We figured you were on set.

I was. So, what's happened? 

Vanessa had the baby, and the baby is absolutely adorable. 

There's still a sadness in his tone. "So, we're uncles now? I'd better get my shit together so I

can be a good influence on her. Have they chosen a name? How are the new mom and dad doing? I'll have to give Logan a call. Hopefully, he'll answer." My brother can be a dick at times. Even though many years have passed, he's still bitter towards me. Yes, I left home just after our mother abandoned us while taking our two youngest sisters with her, but I had to continue following the path I was on. I'd always dreamed of being an actor, and I couldn't follow that dream while living back in a small town called Pinkman. I had to leave, and I was fortunate enough to land roles that shot me to stardom. Even though I've accomplished what I set out to do, I still feel lonely. Like there's a gaping hole within me that needs to be filled. But for now, I want to celebrate the birth of my niece and show Logan that I still care for my family. 

Yeah, that's why I'm calling you. I doubt you'll hear from him anytime soon.

Fuck me, he needs to get a grip. I'm sick of him hating on me. 

No, it's not because of that. Vanessa died, dude. Logan's a fucking mess.

Shit! How? When? Shit! What happens now? My mouth is agape, and my heart is breaking for not only Logan but the baby too. She's going to grow up without her mother. That's going to be rough on her. I need to get home. I want to get home. 

It happened a few hours ago. It's been decided by both sides that Logan and Abby will raise the baby. Vanessa's mom, Cartia, told Logan she's too old to care for a little one full time. So they struck up a deal. Cartia and some family members will join us each holiday, and Logan told her she can have as much access to the baby as she wants. I really believe they can make it work.

Fuck, I hope so for the baby's sake. How's Abby coping? She's had a rough year, to say the least. Is she okay with the situation?

She's overjoyed. She's also genuinely sorry that Vanessa isn't going to be around. If anyone knows how hard it is to grow up without a parent or parents, it's her. Abby's parents were killed in a car accident when she was just a small child. It's taken its toll on her over the years, but she is as tough as they come. 

Ab's may have hated Vanessa, but never did she want this. However, she's taking it all in her stride. She's overjoyed that they'll have a baby to care for since she never thought she'd have the chance after having the hysterectomy. This is her chance. 

Abby only just finished fighting a battle with ovarian cancer a few months ago. Shortly after I'd received the news, I hightailed it down to California, where she was receiving treatment to show her my support. I may be an asshole, but I love my family no matter what happens between us. 

I'm going to get Tess to book a jet, so I can come home. It suddenly doesn't feel right to be here and not there. 

I know Logan's a dick, but at a time like this, I know he'll appreciate it.

I'll call Abby now and let her know.

Good. It'll be nice to see you, brother.

You too. And we hang up. 

Tessa! I scream. She's by my side in an instant as I pace my dressing room worried for my brother. I need you to get me a jet as soon as possible. The last thing I need is having to wait around for a commercial flight.

She turns to face me. Everything okay? 

Nope. Not at all. I just need to get home. I'll jump in the shower, and I'll explain everything when we get to the jet.

Fuck.

What? 

It must be serious because you didn't make a pass at me when you said you're going to shower. You usually shove an innuendo in there. She knows me well enough to know that this situation is as shitty as they come. I'll get us on a jet in no time. 

Thanks. She's right, I'd usually ask her to join me in the shower, but I don't have time for sarcasm. 

When the jet is in the air, I explain the situation to Tessa. Vanessa died while giving birth. I need to get back home to lend any support I can.

Shit! What's Logan going to do?

I don't know all the deets yet. Yes, he can be a huge pain in my ass, but I will do whatever I can to help out. At least, Abby knows how to care for a baby. Not that Logan would be useless. He's always been hands-on when it comes to our younger siblings, but I'm guessing it's far different when the mother