Dash POV“Seriously, why are you doing this to me?” I ask Jagger and he shrugs his shoulder than his hands rest on the steering wheel of his Hummer. “I thought you were supposed to want me to be happy,” I huff. “You’re behaving like a child, now shut the fuck up,” Jagger barks at me and I cross my arms in front of my chest. This is becoming seriously the worst birthday in human history. Jagger never cared about our birthday and this year, when I had grand plans of spending the day fucking my girl, he decided he wanted to spend the day with me. I don’t even know why he is bothering to do anything. The light turns green and Jagger keeps driving and when he stops the Hummer; I look around, frowning. “Is this where you kill me?” I ask, and he rolls his eyes as he opens the door and leaves me inside the Hummer. What a prick. I open the door and follow him out and then suddenly a plane lands nearby. I frown and he rests one hand on my shoulder as he guides me to the smallest plane known
Grace POVWatching Dash have fun with his brother and friends is making me the happiest person in the world. I love this feeling of accomplishment. I love how Dash is laughing and having fun. If you asked me a few months back if I believed my life would be like this, I would have said no, not in my wildest dreams. I would have thought I would have an amazing man by my side.I never imagined falling in love so fast. I thought that was all in literature and love like that was impossible to find. I never thought a man would look at me and feel desire, feel the need to be around me. But then, Dash walked into my life, saving me from a drunk mess, and became the most important man in my life.Sometimes I wonder if other women feel the way I am feeling right now when it comes to their partners. I take a deep breath as I feel a hand on my arm. I look at my side to find my mother holding her champagne glass. Her smile is small but genuine. “Thank you for inviting me today. I am having a grea
Grace POV“I swear he keeps looking at me,” Hannah says as she looks over her shoulder at Priest. I shake my head as I watch him smile and wink at Hannah. She is right, he keeps looking at her, but from what I heard, he is a man-whore and not into relationships.“Be careful,” I warn her and she shrugs me off. I love how my friends know what they want and they go for it. They were always sexually more evolved than me, not to mention they all lost their virginity while they were in high-school.“Excuse me, can I steal Grace for a second?” Dash says as he interrupts my conversation with Jamie and Hannah. They both nod and smile as he holds my hand to pull me away.“Come here.” Dash pulls me into the house and I can’t stop giggling. I feel like a teenager hiding at a party to have a make-out session with her bad-boy boyfriend. Not that I ever had
Dash POV“What the fuck were they thinking?” I ask as I pace around Jagger’s office. Jagger is as pissed off as I am about what happened at the party. I haven’t dared to tell Grace what really happened. We pretended it was some random guy trying to rob people at the party when it was her father trying to get into the party again.I know she went to talk to him earlier on and told him to leave, getting the security team to escort him out, but after having a few drinks, he decided to come back and make a scene. Obviously, the security team she hired had no clue who they were working for, and when they decided to use their guns in warning to send her father’s way, they triggered an entire mafia organization to think they were under attack.Luckily, Storm sorted everything with Prank very fast without us blazing our guns in front of everyone. I pinch the bridge of my nose as Jagger sits
Grace POVThings have been bizarre around Dash lately. It’s like he is in his own world the entire time he is with me. I feel like something happened, and he is not telling me. Whatever happened at the party is taking a toll on him and he is not relaxing. His smile has disappeared, and he is always on edge. He is taking me to school and picking me up every day. His house is still not ready for us to go back, making me anxious because I feel like Jagger is not happy with our presence in his house. I know he doesn’t like Crow, and I feel like we have overwhelmed our stay, but Dash says I am being paranoid that Jagger loves having us around. I have grown closer to him and he is an amazing man. I just wish I knew why he didn’t have anyone. Jagger is extremely good looking, and he is the best criminal lawyer in New York, if not in the country. Rich and such a sweetheart. I find it odd no woman has snatched him yet. I sit on the edge of the bed, slipping my feet into the shoes Dash got m
Dash POV“We can discuss that at a later time,” I let out as I look around the VIP area. I don’t know where Grace is and I am a little on edge about it. There are some dangerous people here today and one of them is standing right in front of me. Carson might not have ties to the mafia, but he is a crook and he will use anything and anyone to get what he wants. “But I thought bringing me here was about that. It’s the third time we try to talk Dash,” Carson says and I shove my hands into my pockets a few seconds away from losing my shit. “It was, but right now I have some other shit going on,” I say and Carson smiles, imitating my position and placing his hands into his pockets as he leans against the glass that separates the VIP area from the common area. His eyes meet mine and I feel something in my stomach turn. “Is it about your little girl?” He says, offering me a sinister smile. I take one step closer to him, ending the distance between us, and his eyes meet mine as he smirks.
Dash POVWalking straight to the bar, I enter the restricted section only the bartenders are allowed and grab a bottle of top-shelf whiskey. The bartender looks at me and I can tell he wants to say something, but with the raise of one of my eyebrows, he can tell I am waiting for him to do it so I can fire him. I stand a few seconds waiting for him to protest while I bring the bottle to my lips and take a huge sip out of it. “Anything to say?” I ask, and he shakes his head vigorously. “I thought so,” I let out, walking away from him. This is my place. I own everything in this place. Why would he think it was a good idea to judge me for grabbing a bottle? I fucking paid for it. Walking through the sea of people on the dance floor, I allow my body to bump into people as they move. Losing control of my body sometimes is the right thing for me. I stand in the middle of the dance floor with my eyes closed, holding the bottle by its neck. Everything in me is shaking and my need to scream an
Dash POV“Can you tell me why fucking Carson Jones is the cell?” Wyatt asks, as he enters my office in the safe house. I raise my eyes from my computer where I am watching him piss himself in fear, not knowing what is going on and trying to figure out who kidnapped his fucking ass.“He messed with what is mine,” I say, and Wyatt’s hands slam against my desk, forcing me to look up into his eyes. I raise both my eyebrows as Wyatt tries to control his anger as he takes a deep breath.“Since when do we kidnap civilians?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders, moving my eyes to the screen again, turning up the volume as Carson screams for help. I can’t help but chuckle at the imbecile inability to think it was me.Does he have so many people who hate him he can’t think of my name? “Please HELP, let me out of here. I can give you all the money you