Chapter 38 - Dash Bolton

Dash POV

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Wyatt shouts, and Jagger shakes his head as he looks at me. I take a deep breath, crossing my leg over my knee and lace my fingers, resting them over my stomach. I watch as Wyatt paces around the room like a fucking lunatic and Jagger stays still. I knew this was gonna come back to bite me in the fucking ass, but I needed the intel.

“And you…” he says, pointing at Jagger, who raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Careful,” Jagger warns our best friend as his rage takes over. I knew Wyatt was going to lose his shit as soon as he found out Jagger tortured the poor bastard we have in the holding cells but what he doesn’t understand is that while he’s been playing house I had to deal with the shit happening around us.

“You should’ve come to me,” Wyatt says, looking at Jagger and then at me. I look at my hands and when Wyatt calms the fuck down, I raise my eyes to meet his, ready to explain.

“We couldn’t. You were busy, and it was something that ne