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

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

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“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 POVI stop my bike right next to the car. The back door and the front door are open. I look around, trying to see anything that could give me a lead of where they are, but nothing. I walk to the front of the car and place my hand on the car and it’s still hot. They were here not long ago. A car stops next to me and Storm gets out of the driver’s side and Prank and Priest follow him getting out of the car. “Any leads?” Priest asks and I shake my head as I enter the car and find the keys still there. “FUCK,” I curse and Priest places a hand on my shoulder, but I shrug him off and he raises both his hands in surrender as he looks at me. I kick the tire, as everything in me is telling me I am fucked. I lost her. “Dash, come on man, we need to get out of here. This is not our territory,” Prank says as he holds his gun in his hand. His eyes widen as