Dash POV“If you’re not going to stand by my side, don’t pull me back,” I say and Jagger shakes his head before I open the door to the small restaurant where the three bastards are meeting. I enter the place and the smell of garlic invades my nostrils, forcing me to stop breathing for a few seconds before I adjust to the smell.I walk straight to the table in the back, ignoring the waitress who tried to greet me. As soon as their eyes land on me, George tries to stand up but I shake my head and he sits back down and Frank’s eyes meet mine and then Amber’s fly to me and she bites her lower lip.“Don’t try to walk away,” I say, pulling a chair from another table and ignoring the people who started to complain about my move and I straddle the chair as I place it in front of me. My front pressed against the back of the chair and my elbow resting on the top of the back as I watch the three of them staring at me. I can almost see the wheels turning inside their heads. “So, what do we have
Dash POVDragging Amber by the hair into the holding cell felt better than it should have . I never thought I would hurt a woman, but she knows where Amber was and she decided to stay quiet. She chose to keep her fucking mouth shut. “You’re hurting me. I am bleeding. What are you doing?” She screams while I throw her inside the cell and Jagger stands next to me. His eyes are focused on Amber, and I can see the anger in them. I can see the frustration in him. “You’re a fucking animal! When I get out of here, you’re going to regret doing this to me,” she shouts and Jagger laughs loudly and her eyes move from me to him.“You are not getting out of here, sweetheart,” Jagger says as he takes a step towards her, wanking her at arm and sitting her on the single chair in the middle of the room. Her hair is messy and her dress is covered in blood. She looks like the slut she is and I am gonna make her pay for whatever her involvement in this is. “I am not telling you anything,” she huffs and
Grace POVI have been on and off waking up. My head hurts and my eyes are so swollen I can barely see. Well, I can see. I just don’t have my glasses to help with some features. Trying to escape seemed to be a stupid idea because now I am here.“I want to talk to her,” I hear a woman say and the door opens. I immediately sit up on the bed and squint my eyes, trying to focus on the woman entering the room. She is tall, her hair is short but I can’t see all the features.“Did you have to make her look like this?” I hear the woman say. I can’t see anyone with her and I can’t hear anyone else. She sits on the edge of the bed, resting one hand on my leg, and I immediately move away from her.If I have learned something since being here, is I can’t trust anyone. “I am not going to hurt you,” she says, and I scrunch my nose. I recognize th
Dash POV“Okay, I’m here,” I say, cleaning my hands in a piece of fabric I had hanging out of my back pocket. I look at Jagger and I can see hope in his eyes. Wyatt enters the room after us and I grind my teeth as I watch who follows him.“Seriously? You’re bringing her in here now?” I bark at him and he looks at me, crossing his arms as Sandrine steps aside and walks to me. Her eyes focused on me and when she stands in front of me, the need to kill the bitch was intense.“I asked you all here,” Travis says and I look at him, raising a single eyebrow and Jagger moves to stand next to me while Wyatt stands next to Sandrine. “Parisi is involved in this,” Travis says and I let out a laugh, moving to hold my gun and point at the slut, but Travis stops me with his next words. “Not this one, her father.”“What?” I let out and
Dash POVI open my eyes and blink several times, trying to adjust my eyes to the bright light coming from the flames. Shit. I immediately sit and when I move, a sharp pain in my arm makes me stop moving. “Boss,” I hear several voices shouting as they all pull Wyatt and Jagger away from the flames. Two arms lift me and I allow them to. Was it a dream or was it real? The siren keeps screaming around us while several voices shout and I look around to see the flames spreading through the garden. Wyatt’s hands are on his head as he looks around, realizing what just happened. “We were fucking played,” Jagger lets out while he holds his ribs and I nod. “Frank was in with them?” Jagger asks, mostly to himself, and I shrug before I run inside the building, ready to retrieve some folders before the fire gets to the building. “What the fuck was that?” Travis asks as he sees me entering his office and before I have a chance to explain, the fire is extinguished and I take a deep breath sitting
Grace POVSitting at the dinner table feels weird. I rest my forearm on the linen tablecloth, trying to stop my hands from shaking, and look at the plate in front of me. The food looks amazing, but I don’t want to eat anything. I don’t know what they have put on the food. What if there’s poison?“You can eat sweetheart, if we wanted you dead you would be dead by now,” Lorenzo Parisi says. “You are worth more alive than dead. I can’t say the same thing about your dad though,” he adds and I frown as I look up to look into his eyes. Why is he mentioning my dad right now?I grab the fork and slowly move it over the food, stabbing a small piece of cucumber and bring it to my mouth. The explosion of flavors in my mouth with the seasoning almost makes me moan, but I keep my mouth shut. “I know you are vegetarian, so I thought you would like the salads,” he says, and I nod slightly as I eat a little more food. My stomach is thankful I am feeding it and slowly I grab the glass in front of me w
Grace POVI shake my head slightly trying to keep myself in check, I can’t believe this is happening to me, “What can I say, you are only collateral damage,” he says shrugging and I stand up the chair falling back with a thud and his eyes move to mine as he rests back on his chair still holding his knife and fork. The man hasn’t stopped eating since this entire thing. I hold the knife in my trembling hand as I raise it pointing it at him. His eyebrows arch as he looks at me, shaking his head. “What do you think you’re going to accomplish with that?” He asks and I look at him, shaking my head as the tears roll down my cheek. “Put the knife down, principessa,” he says, and I shake my head violently. “No, you’re an animal, you’re a criminal,” I say and he laughs again, nodding. “Yes, I am, and I had my eye on you. You are way too pretty to be with only one man,” Lorenzo says, and I frown as he stands, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. His large belly hanging over his belt with
Dash POV“This way,” Priest says as we enter the living room and it’s completely empty. “Clear,” he shouts through the communication system as we walk up the stairs, but something catches my eyes when we move. “What is that?” I let out as I walk to the wall where a small red handprint is marked. I look at the painting as Priest, Prank, and Storm keep an eye out. “Help me out,” I say as Storm starts touching the painting at the same time as me. “This is a secret path,” I announce and Priest curses under his breath. “Jagger, keep an eye out in the back. There are secret paths inside the house that most likely lead them out,” I announce, and I don’t wait for my brother’s reply when I open the path and step inside. It’s dark as fuck and there’s no light at all, but luckily, our masks have night vision. I turn it on, stepping inside, but a hand stops me and I look back to see Priest shaking his head. “That is fucking suicide, brother,” he says and I pull my arm away from his grip, stepp