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
Grace POV“Mom, why am I here?” I ask her as we enter the living room. My mom is wearing all black as if she has just been to a funeral and the way she is talking is freaking me right off. “Your father is coming here to sign the divorce papers today, and I needed you to be by my side,” she finally says as she pours herself a glass of vodka from the drinks cart. I watch as my mother empties the glass and then takes a deep breath. This is really happening. My Dad fucked up so royally that they are getting divorced. “Have you confronted him?” I ask, and my mother’s eyes meet mine as she shakes her head. “Why Mom?” I ask, trying to understand why she wouldn’t ask him about what he is doing. “We were married for many years, Grace. He gave me you, this life,” Mom says and I shake my head, interrupting her. “No, Mom, you can’t do that to yourself. He didn’t give you this life, you worked hard with him to build this life, you built a name for yourself, you raised me, it wasn’t all him,” I
Dash POV“Feeling better?” Jagger asks as I enter my office and notice my brother is waiting for me. He knows I am not the type of guy to torture someone, that is more his vibe, but today I needed this. I needed to cleanse my soul and Carson Jones was just the person to help me do it. I walk straight into the bathroom with Jagger following me. I strip my bloodied t-shirt and throw it in the garbage can and my brother stands on the door with his arms crossed. “Are you going to watch me have a shower?” I let out as I pull my pants down my legs and my brother shrugs while I get naked and turn the water on. “I need to know if you’re okay. I know how messed up you get after encounters like these,” He says and I decide to ignore him. How can I tell my brother that I enjoyed beating the shit out of Carson more than I should? “I’m okay,” I let out as the water falls down my body, cleaning the blood from my body. I look at the pink water on my feet and can’t help but smile. I can understand
Grace POV“Just sign the papers Frank,” my mom says as my dad’s eyes are still on me. “We don’t have all day,” she adds, but he seems to be ignoring her. “Mr. Stewart, everything is the way it was discussed. You can sign it with no issues,” my dad’s new lawyer says, but he keeps his eyes on me. I won’t stop staring at him. I am not going to show him how much he has ruined our relationship. “Just sign the papers,” I let out and he blinks several times, as if coming back to himself. Dad moves his eyes from me to Mom and then at the papers as he takes a deep breath signing the papers. I can hear my mom stop breathing and I hold her hand under the table, giving it a slight squeeze. The lawyer grabs the papers and stands up. We all stand with him and when my dad opens his mouth to speak, I interrupt him, focusing my attention on my mom. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I say, turning my back and walking out of the room. “Grace, wait,” I hear my dad call, but I keep walking. I close the doo
Grace POV“Okay, this is freaking me out,” I say between giggles as Dash helps me out of the car after he drove with me blindfolded the entire time. “Trust me, everything is fine and you’re going to love it,” Dash says and I nod as he holds both my hands, guiding me somewhere. “Steps,” he says as he lifts me from the floor and I let out a loud laugh as he moves fast and when he puts my feet on the floor, I notice we’re inside an elevator. I don’t know what Dash is doing, but I am excited to find out. I never really liked surprises, but something tells me I am going to like this one. “When can I take this off?” I ask as Dash guides me again after the elevator stops. We stop walking and I can feel Dash’s body pressed against mine. His front against my back. “Now,” he whispers in my ear and instead of ripping the blindfold off fast, I take a deep breath, gathering the courage to remove it. Slowly, I take it off and blink several times, adjusting my eyes to the bright light. We’re in