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
Grace POV“I promise I will meet you there,” I tell Dash as he looks into my eyes. I hate when he looks at me like that. I feel like I am disappointing him and that is the last thing I want to do, but I have a paper to do for school and I am already behind. “Come on Grace, can’t you just…” he says and I shake my head, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Dash, I don’t get between you and your work, so please, I really need to do this,” I say and he nods before his lips meet mine and he calls for Crow. Crow goes everywhere with Dash and I can’t help but smile at the sight in front of my eyes. Who would’ve thought Dash would be so attached to Crow? Considering he didn’t like dogs. I watch as my two guys leave the house while I finish my coffee. Dash has been paranoid since his last nightmare and I can’t go out without his driver, and he keeps calling me every ten minutes to check on me. I told him he is being over the top but he says he didn’t care. After getting myself ready, I
Dash POV“I don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Maggie says as she watches the bride walk down the red carpet we had put in the entrance to the middle of the dance floor. The entire club is decorated with white and black roses. “This is good publicity, Maggie. Of all people, you should know that,” Connor says, and I nod. This is one of the few things we fucking agree on. These people are paying triple of what we would’ve made tonight as a normal night with our exclusive guest list, and we are allowing them to publish photos of the club. “It’s a fucking wedding. Who the fuck celebrates their wedding in a club?” Maggie says, and I shrug. I definitely would. Clubs are my life, my passion and my fucking job. “I think it’s a brilliant idea, we have all the licenses she would need to throw a party like this, she’s just using the hype the club has to make her shine even more to be able to use it,” I say shrugging again as I shove my hands into my pockets and Maggie shakes her head. “