All Chapters of The Joker - The Ashford Brothers Series - Book Two: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dylan POV I throw my phone on the bed and start pacing around. Jo has her phone off, and I am starting to get worried. Richard told me about what happened and how scared the girls were. I have a meeting with our private detective today, and I am going to rip his fucking head off. How is it possible he didn’t find that excuse of a person, but he walks into Jo’s house unannounced? I shake my head. “Are you okay?” Savanna asks, resting her hand on my shoulder, but I move away from her. I can’t bear to be touched right now, and I need to figure out what the fuck is going on. Jo has gone back to her parent's house and had a huge argument with Layla. None of this makes any sense. The girl breathes New York, and she looks the part as well. “Okay, I don’t know what is wrong with you, but I need you to remove your head from your ass and give me some attention,” Savanna says, and I roll my eyes, shoving my hands into my pants pockets as I stare at her. “The world doesn’t revolve around y

Jo POV “Merry Christmas,” Dylan says as soon as I answer the phone. I smile at how excited he sounds. He sounds like a child on Christmas Day. I never heard his voice as excited as he is right now. “Merry Christmas,” I reply. I look at my reflection in the mirror and I take a deep breath. This is as good as it’s going to get. “What are you wearing?” Dylan asks, and I can’t help but smile. We have been talking on the phone every day since I called him, having that small panic attack. The time he calls me has definitely become the best part of my day. Every day, at the same time, we talk for hours, and I end up falling asleep with him on the phone. When I woke up, he hung up and went to his life, probably back to his girlfriend. “Perv,” I tell him while I laugh, and he laughs with me. I press the button to share the video with him, and to my surprise, he accepts it. His beautiful face and those dreamy blue eyes appear on the screen, making my legs shake and my breath catch. “Hey,

Jo POVI pull the jacket closer to my body while my Mom and dad stand in front of me against the wall waiting for the doctor to come out and tell us how Sissi is doing. I look at my phone and notice three missed calls and two text messages. Dylan is gone clingy today, but I ignore them and place my phone back into the jacket’s pocket. My mom’s face is red and puffy, while my dad looks dead serious. He looks deep in thought while he keeps her in his arms. My dad has always been the rock that keeps us going. The man is strong, but when someone messes with his kids, he becomes deadly. “Mr. And Mrs. Thompson?” The doctor says as he walks past the double doors. We all stand up, and he looks at us with a sympathetic smile.“Cecilia is okay, and no damage was done to her brain. Do you know for how long she has been using drugs?” H

Jo POV“No, Mom, really, I don’t want to go out,” I say, as I rest my feet on the coffee table. That earns me a stern look from my mom. I raise an eyebrow taking a deep breath. I ignore her stare and focus my eyes on the recorded game of Hockey. I know my mom hasn’t moved as she stands next to me with her hands on her hips. “Fine,” I finally say giving in to the pressure of her stare. I stand up walking past her as my dad walks into the living room. “What happened?” He asks and I shrug walking past him and up the stairs. I can hear them talking but I avoid listening to their conversation because I know I will be the center of it. My sister is still in rehab but I am the one they worry about. I shake my head as I walk into my bedroom. I can’t believe I am doing this. I hate going out during New Year's. People get

Dylan POVI end the call and start typing the address straight away. It will take her around thirty-eight minutes to get here with the snow. I rush to get my pants on. I am a man on a mission, and my mission is to get Jo to stay, to be with me, to forget about everyone and everything. I do the buttons of my shirt and take the elevator down to the reception floor. As soon as I reach reception the girl smiles. “Mr. Ashford, how can I help?” She asks and I smile politely. “I need some room service please, I need the room to be cleaned asap, just the bed and the bathroom, and I need a bottle of your best champagne in ice, two glasses, some strawberries, an omelet with cheese, coffee for two, and some cakes,” I say and the girl looks at me frowning. “Sure, but all of our housekeeping staff are busy at the moment with departures rooms,” she says and I take a deep breath resting both my hands on the counter in front of me. Her eyes meet mine and I offer her my most charming smile. “Look…