Dash is no stranger to pain, but he learned from a young age to conceal it from the world. He grew up watching his parents fight, his mother crying herself to sleep while his father drowned himself in booze. That’s not the life he wants for himself. Dash swore off women right there and then, but growing up, his hormones played a significant part in turning him into a man-. Dash is a single billionaire with a gigantic dark secret. He is the Underboss of the biggest Mafia in New York City. Dash likes to sleep around, and rarely sleeps with the same girl twice, but his sense of humor and his charismatic smile make every girl bow at his will until he meets the only girl who won’t look twice at him. Grace is Dash’s polar opposite, but opposites attract and Dash can’t stop thinking about the girl he saved the night he covered his twin brother’s . The girl who was dancing on the table trying to strip her clothes, and ended up in his arms. The same girl that emptied her stomach all down his new leather jacket. Getting to know Grace and trying to seduce her will be Dash’s biggest challenge, bigger than taking down the Italian Mob that is threatening their power in New York. How serious will Dash be about Grace when he sees a target on her back? Will he be able to put her above everything and everyone, or will go back to his old self not caring about anyone else? This is the second book of The Legacies Series. You can read this book as a stand-alone, but for better comprehension, it is advisable to read the first book of the series. “The Reaper CEO”
View MoreGrace POV
“Come on Grace, it’s your birthday,” Amber says as she pulls me out of the bed and I groan in frustration. I hate celebrating my birthday. My birth is nothing to celebrate honestly. I never thought birthdays were that special. My parents always threw me massive parties, but barely any kids showed up. We would always end up with large amounts of food, and the grownups would always look at me with pity plastered all over their faces.
“Seriously Amber, all I want is to go for dinner, and then come home and watch a film with a large bucket of popcorn,” I say as I adjust my glasses that are sliding down my nose. Amber stares at me, shaking her head and resting her hands on her hips.
“Okay, dinner, and then a couple of drinks,” she says, and I take a deep breath. I guess I will have to compromise on this. She won’t stop annoying me if I don’t do the drinks. “After all, we’re all legally allowed to drink,” she says and I couldn’t care less. Alcohol is not something I enjoy. I always order one cocktail and by the end of the night, someone else has finished it because all I do is take tiny sips during the night.
“Okay, okay,” I say, not bothered to fight with her anymore. I have spent all day in bed today. I am tired and I honestly only wanted to stay there, but I guess Amber, Hannah, and Jamie have another plan for me.
“Okay, go have a shower because you fucking stink,” she says and I frown as I sniff under my arms and shake my head.
“Liar,” I say and she smiles, opening my closet and disappearing inside. My parents paid for my apartment because they knew I would never be comfortable in the dorms, besides, they could pay for it. I never really asked for anything while growing up, but this was the only thing I asked of them.
Dad owns a shoe factory and let’s say we never had to count any pennies. Money was never a problem for our family. My mother always enjoyed the status that it gave us in New York, but I never really cared. Mom grew up as an Upper East Side princess and she thought I would be just like her, but I guess I am more like my father than we care to admit. I like the quiet and to be alone. After obeying to my best friend and having a shower, I walk out to find her putting loads of makeup on the vanity.
“No, I am not wearing that,” I say, and I hear someone laughing coming from the living room. I look at Amber and she shrugs as Jamie walks into the bedroom and stares at me as I wrap my towel tighter around my body.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she remarks as she winks at me. I shake my head, trying to push away my shyness as I grab my glasses from the vanity and Amber smacks my hand. “Nope, not today sunshine,” she says and I widen my eyes and she points at the bed.
“Put that on,” she says and I walk to the bed to find the smallest skirt I have ever seen in my life and a tube top that only covers half of my torso. They must be shitting me right now.
“I am not wearing that,” I protest, but they both ignore me as Amber answers the phone. After a lot of arguments and tears shed by Amber, I am dressed in my jeans and a small tank top that leaves my belly button out.
I am being dragged into our local restaurant, the place where we spend most of our Friday nights before we go back to my house and watch film after film. They like to go out dancing, but they spend their Friday nights with me while they dedicate their Saturdays to dating and hooking up. I never really understood their desire to party so hard. We celebrated my birthday with our usual food and drink orders. We even got a small cupcake with a candle for free. The lady that owns the restaurant knows us and threw that at us.
“Come on, it’s only down the road,” Jamie says while she pulls me. They blindfolded me, saying they had a surprise for me at my house and they wanted me to have my eyes closed. I don’t know what they managed to pull off in such a short time, but hey, who am I to doubt their will to surprise me?
I can hear loud music booming and my insides twist. I stop walking and rip the tie that was tied around my head and I can see we’re arriving at someone’s party. I stare at Hannah who shrugs and then Jamie smiles as she hugs me tight.
“Happy birthday,” she shouts when she opens the door and I can see a banner with my name. The banner is bright pink, a color I absolutely despise and my name is right at the center with a big Happy Birthday on top. I close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to process what is happening right now. There are dozens of people scattered around the living room and no one even glances at me. I watch as my friends pull me down the sea of people towards the make-pretend bar and I scrunch my nose. I am not happy about this.
“Come on, let’s drink and celebrate,” Hannah shouts, lifting a beer and I shake my head. I don’t know anyone here and I doubt very much any of those people know who I am. I tend to keep to myself and I don’t really interact with anyone I don’t know.
“I’m going home,” I let out through my greeted teeth and Jamie shook her head, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. “Oh, no you’re not, you’re legally an adult, so you will drink this, and you will have fun,” Hannah says and I shake my head before they put the beer bottle in my hand.
I decide to take the beer just so I can shut them up and go home. The more they drink, the more they will forget I am here and I will be able to get away. I live two buildings away and I know who’s the responsible person for this party.
Angelo Parker, as soon as his name crosses my mind, he walks past me, wrapping his arms around my best friend’s shoulders, pulling them away from me. Jamie looks back over her shoulder and I wave her off, raising my full beer bottle as I offer her a shaky smile. Angelo Parker is the sexiest quarterback in the world.
I have never seen anyone as beautiful as him. His eyes are captivating, and his smile is intoxicating. Some might say I have a crush on him, but who doesn’t? I bet you every girl in this room is about to make a comment or stare at his ass while he walks past.
I decide to sit on the couch and watch as everyone mingles, and I am left alone. This is what I wanted anyway, to be alone. I just never realized how lonely I am. I am in a room full of people and I feel like I have been abandoned by everyone. I have never felt so alone in my life. This feels like my birthday parties growing up.
Once my parents even had a petting zoo brought to our backyard and only two kids showed up. I think I was so excited to have kids my age at the party that I didn’t even worry about the animals, but obviously all they wanted was to play with the baby goat and the baby donkey. I try to push away those memories because right now I have friends. Friends that throw me surprise parties even though they know I will hate them.
“This is a party. Shouldn’t you be having some fun?” Angelo says as he sits next to me. I stare at him blankly as my brain tries to process his words and then I see my friends giving me the thumbs up right behind him. They are all grinning and I, for once, don’t know what to do. I grip the beer bottle in my hand and, without thinking about what I am doing, I drink some of it.
The horrible taste of the beer makes me scrunch my nose and Angelo smiles and then chuckles. His voice sent a chill down my spine. “Come with me, I’ll give you something sweeter to drink,” he says, and I nod slightly as he grabs my hand and pulls me from the couch. The way his fingers lace around mine sends a chill down my spine, and I smile as he pulls me to the kitchen.
“Here you go, beautiful,” he says, offering me a red cup with something inside. I stare at the cup and then at him and he bumps his cup against mine cheering and then he leans closer and whispers a soft happy birthday in my ear, and I decide to let loose just for once. When will I ever have the chance to party with the hottest guy in college, and when will he ever look at me again? It might be a charity conversation and dance, but I am okay with it.
We spend the next couple of hours dancing and drinking together, his body pressed against mine while I grind against his body. I can feel the erection, but I try to push away the feeling. I have never known a guy to be turned on by me and just the thought of that makes me want to hide away.
Angelo’s hands move up and down my body, while we dance to some R&B song I have never heard before in my life. Every time his hands go to my breasts, I pull them down to my stomach or my hips. Just because we are dancing and I am grinding my ass against his frontal doesn’t mean he can move his hands wherever he wants.
“Here,” Jamie passes me a red cup with something inside and I drink the entire thing without taking a breath. I am sweating and the air is getting hotter and stuffy with the amount of people in the same space dancing and breathing.
Angelo’s hands move and he spins me around. I wrap my arms around his shoulders while his lips meet my neck and he drops sloppy kisses down my neck and I shiver. I always thought neck kisses were supposed to be a turn on but they are just making me cringe. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I say in his ear and pull away from him. He nods as he watches me walk away from him. My friends follow me as soon as they see me alone and we all walk to the bathroom that has a big line outside.
“So? Is it today? Are you going to do it?” Jamie asks and I shake my head, passing my hand on my neck, trying to erase the feeling of Angelo’s lips on my neck.
“No. I would never do it like this,” I say and Hannah nods but gets easily distracted when a guy she has been hooking up walks past her. “That’s my sign,” she says, winking at me and walking after him. I love my friends, but we are all so different. I don’t even know how we became so close.
Jagger POVEntering the elevator, I press my key card to the reader and the doors close immediately. I hate sharing the elevator with people, so I like to come early, before everyone is supposed to start. Today is a bad day for me. It’s been ten years today since my life changed and made me the man I am today. The elevator doors open and Janet looks at me with a wide smile. I look at her, shaking my head slightly as I walk to her desk and she offers me a cup of black coffee. “Good morning boss,” she says and I raise an eyebrow, looking at her and her shoulders slump as she looks at me. “What? Can’t I try to make your day a little better? Today is your dark day after all,” she says and I nod slightly, offering her a small smile. I don’t smile a lot lately, I don’t have a lot of reasons to smile, anyway. “Every day is a dark day,” I correct Janet, and she crosses her arms in front of her chest giving me her sassy attitude and I nod “Thank you for the coffee,” I tell her and her entire
Dash POVStanding at the altar waiting for Grace to walk up to me is making me more nervous than I have ever been in my life. Waiting for her to walk to me in her wedding dress, ready to make me her husband, is the weirdest feeling ever. The past year I have spent showing Grace how much I love her and how important she is to me. The Bridal March starts playing and I look at my brother, who is standing next to me while I adjust my jacket. Fiddling with my hands seems to be helping with the anxiety of seeing Grace.Everyone stands up and then I see Grace walking towards me next to her mother. The veil is covering her face, but I can see her smile underneath. Once they stand in front of me, Marie kisses me on the cheek before offering me her daughter’s hand. I hold Grace’s hand, bringing it to my lips before I remove the veil from her face and her eyes shine with happiness, but it soon disappears when her eyes move from me to my brother standing behind me. “What happened to Jagger?” Gr
Dash POVOne year laterOpening my eyes as I feel the sweat dripping down my face and my heart beating fast makes me sit up straight immediately. I look around the room, remembering I am in Jagger’s house. Today is my wedding day and Grace came up with the whole shit. I am not allowed to see her before the wedding kind of crap.I tried to explain to her that superstition made no sense, not when we lived together and shared a life already, but she made me promise I would respect what she wanted. What can I say? The girl says jump and I ask how high. I am entirely in her hands and she can do whatever the fuck she wants with me that I will allow her to. Pulling up a pair of shorts that I left on the chair, I walk out of the room towards the living room to find my brother with an ice pack against his lip. I raise a single eyebrow as I step closer to him and chuckle as his bruised face appears behind the ice. “Holly shit, Grace is going to fucking kill you, and those bruises won’t be any
Dash POVI open my eyes and immediately regret doing so. My mouth is dry and my vision is blurred. I move my hands up and down my face, trying to wake up, but the headache makes me flinch. I groan in frustration and when I move; I feel something next to me in bed. No, no… Fear strikes and I stand still, not wanting to look at how much I fucked up last night. Getting drunk is one thing, but hooking up and ending up fucking a random girl is an entirely different kind of fuck up. A fuck up, I will not forgive myself. Gathering the courage to look after taking several breaths, I move slightly to see Grace sleeping next to me. I look up and then look at my side again, sitting up on the bed in one movement. Not believing my eyes, I smile, but at the same time freak out a little. How the fuck did I end up in bed with Grace?I look around the room, not recognizing it, and then look down at my body to find a pair of green boxer shorts I have never seen in my life. What the fuck? Looking arou
Grace POV“Grace, dinner is ready, sweetheart,” Mom says as she opens my bedroom door. I nod my head slightly without lifting my head from the pillow. “I’m not hungry,” I whisper back as I feel a single tear roll down my face. I have been crying on and off since I left Dash’s house. Everything he has told me, plus everything else that happened, has taken a toll on me. It’s like my brain has gone into overdrive and shut down. Refusing to cope with what is happening.Mom takes a deep breath as she sits on the edge of the bed, resting her hand on my legs. I look at her and I can see the concern plastered all over her face. “I am worried about you,” Mom says, and that is the last thing I want. She doesn’t deserve to be feeling this. She has gone through so much, I hate putting another thing on her back. Mom looks like she has aged years in the last few days. The betrayal, the divorce, my dad’s death, and my kidnapping have taken a huge chunk of her life away. “Sorry Mom,” I say, sitting
Dash POV“What do you mean, you do things that would make my skin curl? What do you mean by that?” Grace asks and I close my eyes for a few seconds and when I open them, her eyes widen as if she is finally understanding everything. “I am innocent Grace, and I will make sure no one comes back to hurt you,” I say, and she stands up so fast it makes my head spin. “Careful, you can’t do that,” I say, but she ignores me as she paces around the living room. “Are you telling me you are like Parisi?” Grace asks and I stand walking to her. I place my hands on her neck and her eyes meet mine as I caress her skin lightly with my thumb as I shake my head. “I am nothing like that fucker, I don’t traffic women, I don’t rape women, I don’t force them to do things they don’t want, and I sure as hell don’t hurt innocent women,” I add and Grace’s eyes widen again as her hands fly to touch mine. Her hands gripping mine but she doesn’t push away. “I am not like him, but I am not innocent,” I say and s
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