Chapter 75 - Dash Bolton

Dash POV

“If you’re not going to stand by my side, don’t pull me back,” I say and Jagger shakes his head before I open the door to the small restaurant where the three bastards are meeting. I enter the place and the smell of garlic invades my nostrils, forcing me to stop breathing for a few seconds before I adjust to the smell.

I walk straight to the table in the back, ignoring the waitress who tried to greet me. As soon as their eyes land on me, George tries to stand up but I shake my head and he sits back down and Frank’s eyes meet mine and then Amber’s fly to me and she bites her lower lip.

“Don’t try to walk away,” I say, pulling a chair from another table and ignoring the people who started to complain about my move and I straddle the chair as I place it in front of me. My front pressed against the back of the chair and my elbow resting on the top of the back as I watch the three of them staring at me. I can almost see the wheels turning inside their heads.

“So, what do we have