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Chapter 62 - Dash Bolton

Dash POV

Walking 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
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