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. “
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
Dash POV“It’s been hours and none of you has come up with anything I can fucking use,” I bark at the men standing in front of me. Anger is bubbling inside of me and fear of losing Grace is taking over like a fuck skyrocket. “You need to calm down, bro,” Jagger says and I look at him, not believing the words that just came out of his mouth. Is he really trying to calm me down? Of all people, I never thought Jagger would be the one trying to get me to calm down. He is always on the move and biting people’s heads off for a lot less than what is going on right now. “I am not calming down,” I bark back at him, kicking the door behind me and opening after. I enter my office and I slam the door behind me. I can’t believe this is happening. My phone rings and I can see Grace’s mother’s name flashing on the screen. Closing my eyes, I bring my phone to my ear and answer it. “Why isn’t anyone saying anything about Grace? Where is she?” Marie asks and I keep my eyes shut. Telling Grace’s pare
Dash POV“This is your last chance,” I say to Turner as I slam my baseball bat on his back one more time. He is lying on his stomach coughing blood, but I don’t give a flying fuck right now. “I don’t know,” he spits. His crying has increased a lot, and I am starting to believe the bastard. He has cried, pleaded, he even offered help to find whoever did this, but he has to know something. “Maybe I’ll go pay a visit to your wife. What’s her name again?” I say as his eyes meet mine and he shakes his head. “Please, they have been through enough,” Turner says. If they really were kidnapped, I bet they were tortured, beaten, or even raped, but right now, I don’t care what they have endured. I need to find Grace and stop them from doing any harm to her. “Give me something,” I let out and he shakes his head as he covers his eyes. I take a step back, watching him. I have to give it to him. He is making sure his family is safe. He did what he could, but he should’ve come to me. He should’ve
Grace POVI open my eyes, and the light is so bright I immediately close my eyes again. Slowly, I open them, trying to adjust them to the light. Looking around, I don’t recognize the room I am in. Everything is clean and tidy, the walls are white and I immediately sit down to notice I am in the middle of a king-size bed. I frown, looking around and as I try to move, I am stopped by the restraints around my wrists and ankles. The bedding is white, matching the walls, and the bed is kind of comfortable. For someone who has been kidnapped, this is not the worst-case scenario. Maybe they can’t hurt me? But why? I try to remember how I got here, and all I can think about is Dash. Has he noticed I am missing? How long have I been here? Turner. Turner’s face pops into my head as I remember asking him to save me, asking him not to do this to me, and then the masks. There’s a small table next to the table and I try to stretch to reach it but I can’t. The restraints won’t let me move that far
Jagger POVEntering the elevator, I press my key card to the reader and the doors close immediately. I hate sharing the elevator with people, so I like to come early, before everyone is supposed to start. Today is a bad day for me. It’s been ten years today since my life changed and made me the man I am today. The elevator doors open and Janet looks at me with a wide smile. I look at her, shaking my head slightly as I walk to her desk and she offers me a cup of black coffee. “Good morning boss,” she says and I raise an eyebrow, looking at her and her shoulders slump as she looks at me. “What? Can’t I try to make your day a little better? Today is your dark day after all,” she says and I nod slightly, offering her a small smile. I don’t smile a lot lately, I don’t have a lot of reasons to smile, anyway. “Every day is a dark day,” I correct Janet, and she crosses her arms in front of her chest giving me her sassy attitude and I nod “Thank you for the coffee,” I tell her and her entire
Dash POVStanding at the altar waiting for Grace to walk up to me is making me more nervous than I have ever been in my life. Waiting for her to walk to me in her wedding dress, ready to make me her husband, is the weirdest feeling ever. The past year I have spent showing Grace how much I love her and how important she is to me. The Bridal March starts playing and I look at my brother, who is standing next to me while I adjust my jacket. Fiddling with my hands seems to be helping with the anxiety of seeing Grace.Everyone stands up and then I see Grace walking towards me next to her mother. The veil is covering her face, but I can see her smile underneath. Once they stand in front of me, Marie kisses me on the cheek before offering me her daughter’s hand. I hold Grace’s hand, bringing it to my lips before I remove the veil from her face and her eyes shine with happiness, but it soon disappears when her eyes move from me to my brother standing behind me. “What happened to Jagger?” Gr
Dash POVOne year laterOpening my eyes as I feel the sweat dripping down my face and my heart beating fast makes me sit up straight immediately. I look around the room, remembering I am in Jagger’s house. Today is my wedding day and Grace came up with the whole shit. I am not allowed to see her before the wedding kind of crap.I tried to explain to her that superstition made no sense, not when we lived together and shared a life already, but she made me promise I would respect what she wanted. What can I say? The girl says jump and I ask how high. I am entirely in her hands and she can do whatever the fuck she wants with me that I will allow her to. Pulling up a pair of shorts that I left on the chair, I walk out of the room towards the living room to find my brother with an ice pack against his lip. I raise a single eyebrow as I step closer to him and chuckle as his bruised face appears behind the ice. “Holly shit, Grace is going to fucking kill you, and those bruises won’t be any
Dash POVI open my eyes and immediately regret doing so. My mouth is dry and my vision is blurred. I move my hands up and down my face, trying to wake up, but the headache makes me flinch. I groan in frustration and when I move; I feel something next to me in bed. No, no… Fear strikes and I stand still, not wanting to look at how much I fucked up last night. Getting drunk is one thing, but hooking up and ending up fucking a random girl is an entirely different kind of fuck up. A fuck up, I will not forgive myself. Gathering the courage to look after taking several breaths, I move slightly to see Grace sleeping next to me. I look up and then look at my side again, sitting up on the bed in one movement. Not believing my eyes, I smile, but at the same time freak out a little. How the fuck did I end up in bed with Grace?I look around the room, not recognizing it, and then look down at my body to find a pair of green boxer shorts I have never seen in my life. What the fuck? Looking arou
Grace POV“Grace, dinner is ready, sweetheart,” Mom says as she opens my bedroom door. I nod my head slightly without lifting my head from the pillow. “I’m not hungry,” I whisper back as I feel a single tear roll down my face. I have been crying on and off since I left Dash’s house. Everything he has told me, plus everything else that happened, has taken a toll on me. It’s like my brain has gone into overdrive and shut down. Refusing to cope with what is happening.Mom takes a deep breath as she sits on the edge of the bed, resting her hand on my legs. I look at her and I can see the concern plastered all over her face. “I am worried about you,” Mom says, and that is the last thing I want. She doesn’t deserve to be feeling this. She has gone through so much, I hate putting another thing on her back. Mom looks like she has aged years in the last few days. The betrayal, the divorce, my dad’s death, and my kidnapping have taken a huge chunk of her life away. “Sorry Mom,” I say, sitting
Dash POV“What do you mean, you do things that would make my skin curl? What do you mean by that?” Grace asks and I close my eyes for a few seconds and when I open them, her eyes widen as if she is finally understanding everything. “I am innocent Grace, and I will make sure no one comes back to hurt you,” I say, and she stands up so fast it makes my head spin. “Careful, you can’t do that,” I say, but she ignores me as she paces around the living room. “Are you telling me you are like Parisi?” Grace asks and I stand walking to her. I place my hands on her neck and her eyes meet mine as I caress her skin lightly with my thumb as I shake my head. “I am nothing like that fucker, I don’t traffic women, I don’t rape women, I don’t force them to do things they don’t want, and I sure as hell don’t hurt innocent women,” I add and Grace’s eyes widen again as her hands fly to touch mine. Her hands gripping mine but she doesn’t push away. “I am not like him, but I am not innocent,” I say and s
Grace POV“I can walk by myself,” I let out with a giggle as Dash lifts me from the car. His arms holding me bridal style as he carries me to the elevator. His eyes meet mine and he plants a small kiss on my lips as we wait inside the elevator. The doors open, taking us into our apartment and when we are inside, I look around trying to find my furry friend, but disappointment takes over as I can’t see him anywhere. “Where’s Crow?” I ask Dash and he smiles as he puts me on the couch. His eyes follow my every move as I adjust to my position. “So? Where is he?” I ask and Dash sits next to me, smiling. “Jagger has him, because I was spending so much time in the hospital with you he offered to stay with him, shocking I know,” Dash says and I widen my eyes, nodding. “I never thought I would see the day the big bad wolf would become a teddy bear and decide to offer his help with a dog,” I say as I laugh, and Dash smiles. “Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat,” he says and I sh
Dash POVI walk straight into the room where all the instruments are kept. Things here are different from the safe house. The cells are like rooms and we can’t keep the stuff inside because otherwise they could use it against us or against themselves. Gathering my favorites, I smile as I grab the baseball bat, the knife, and the nail remover. I shove them into my pocket as I rest the baseball bat against my shoulder and I walk into Amber’s room. Her eyes meet mine and she immediately moves against the wall. “Please, don’t do this Dash, I can give you more information,” Amber says and I can’t help but laugh at her poor attempt at getting out of this. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” Amber says, and I shake my head as I grab my phone from my pocket. I log into the security camera feed and show the bitch she is not alone anymore. Amber gasps, covering her mouth with her hand as she sees her pile of shit boyfriend or whatever Parisi is in the other room. He is tied to the wal
Jagger POVWatching my brother almost go through everything I went through has become my worst nightmare. The way he was barely breathing while we tried to find Grace was killing me. I don’t wish that pain on anyone, especially not on my twin brother. He is everything to me. He is the only person I can rely on. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Ghost asks and I nod as he wraps my wrists and hands. Ghost has become a good friend in the last few months. “You can still leave,” he adds, and I shake my head. “Are you trying to get into my head?” I ask, looking directly into his dark eyes. and he shakes his head, cocking his head to the side slightly. When I am done, I walk out of the changing rooms straight into the cage where I am about to have my first underground fight. Ghost introduced me to this world and I come here every time I want to distract myself. There’s something therapeutic for me watching people bleed. “Remember what I told you,” Ghost says and I nod. This is an under