Dash POVRiding my bike through the streets of New York makes my anxiety spike. Wyatt’s plan has everything to go bust and us ending up with some people dead. I wish he would listen sometimes. I know he thinks this is the best thing. But it isn’t. I know he is scared for Blake. Fuck. I am scared of her. I am fucking terrified, but this is absolutely insane. No one in their right mind would do something like this. Car horns sound while I speed past them, maneuvering my bike at ease. As soon as I get to the safe house, the faster I can try to make this work. I know my brother is gathering the troops, but seeing Grace made me slow down. I should be there by now. Fuck. As soon as I arrive, I remove my helmet, leaving my balaclava on. There’s no time for any of that shit. As I step inside, I can hear everyone rushing around gathering their shit. I look around and find my brother already equipped. He

Grace POVAfter leaving the dog with the new owners, I am extremely aware of my surroundings. I can’t believe he thinks I am following him. Does he live here? I grab my phone and quickly type his name, followed by the address, and behold my shock when I see he only lives a couple of blocks away from me. I shake my head, trying to push away all the thoughts that start appearing in my head. How is it possible we were never introduced before? How come I have never seen him at the parties and now I can’t seem to stop seeing him? Remembering the way his eyes scanned my body sends a shiver down my spine and I try to gather my thoughts once more. I turn the TV on as soon as I get home, throwing my shoes to the corner and resting my head back with my eyes closed. “Gang rivalry is becoming a problem in New York,” I hear someone say on the TV and I take a deep breath as I hear the reporter say somet

Grace POVI don’t know how long I have been hiding. Seeing Dash with that Barbie doll made me sick to my stomach. The way she was all over him and he wasn’t backing off. I shake my head, trying to push away the memories as I clear the single tear that rolled down my cheek. Good thing I am not wearing makeup. That would’ve been a freaking disaster. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I stand up. A part of me thought Dash would come after me and, after realizing he was not coming, it felt like my heart shattered into a thousand little pieces. Why would he come after me? If I thought he was playing a game before, now I know for a fact that he is. Walking out of the small room I find to sit by myself I find George outside the room waiting. His eyes meet mine and he offers me a huge smile. Great. This is all I need. “George…” I whisper and he takes one step towards me, holding my hand and taking it to his lips, placing a small kiss. I hate the feeling of his lips against my

Dash POVHaving Grace in my arms feels right, the way her body molds to mine, and how her hands grip me tightly, pulling me to her. I feel her need. She needs me as much as I need her. I want her and I am going to have her. “Let’s go,” I whisper against her lips as the rain kisses our skin. The water falling between us making her look even sexier than before. I never thought that would be possible. Her pink lips parted as she breathes and her red hair clinging to her skin. Fuck. I pull her hair behind her back and she moans as I attack her neck while she rubs herself against me. Pulling away from her is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Not kissing her is more difficult than I ever thought. It’s like she is a drug and I am addicted to the way she makes me feel. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I allowing myself to feel like this?Guiding Grace to the limo waiting for me makes my cock twitch. I don’t think I will be able to wait any longer. Once inside, I pull her t

Grace POV“Great,” I let out as the doorbell rings. My mother’s eyes locked on me while I took a deep breath walking to the door. I open it fast and Dash is standing there. His hair is messy, his eyes darken, and the circles under his eyes make me realize he hasn’t slept. I look at him as I open my mouth and he shakes his head before stepping inside. His hands are inside his pants pockets, his jacket is open and his black shirt is not tucked into his pants like last night. He looks messy as hell and when his eyes meet mine as soon as I close the door; I see the anger in them. “Who’s that?” My mother’s voice booms from the kitchen while Dash looks at me and then at the door and my eyes move between the door and him. Anxiety piling up, making me feel extremely uncomfortable staring at the man that took my virginity. The man I made me feel like a woman for the first time. I don’t know if I blame everything that happened yesterday or his persistence. The way he made me feel. “You’re no