Celebrity On The Run | Dolan Twins ✔️

30th chapter

a/n
^ my babes in this chapter

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-GRAYSON'S POV-

It was eight o'clock in the morning. I was silently sitting in my chair across from bed and stared at the quietly sleeping Jasmin. I would probably sit there until she wakes up if my phone didn't start ringing. I jumped to my feet at the speed of the lightning, grabbed the phone, and hurried into the living room to keep my princess from waking up.

"Yeah?" I said and waved at Ethan, who was in the kitchen talking to Cameron as he was cooking. Riley was sitting at the dining table scrolling through her phone.

"What?!" I screamed and a wide smile spread across my face. "That's perfect! When can you send it to me?" Ethan was alert, and Riley gave me a confused look, full of expectation. "Okay, thanks." I ended the call.

"What happened?" Ethan was interested. "We got Davis!" Riley blinked in surprise. "Sorry?" I nodded. "That idiot buys heroin from the Maclware Square dealer."

"Are you serious?" Riley raised her brows. "How did you find out?" Angela joined her.

"I have my resources I've been paying since they took Jasmin from us, it was only a matter of time before they got something out of men that know Davis, and it finally happened." I clarified and hesitated to tell Jasmin.

"Ethan? I need myself a partner in crime." He smiled and nodded. "I am your brother, I am an expert in extortion, and I might as well join the mafia or something." He grinned.

The handing of the envelope with the evidence went like from a B-movie criminal series. From hand to hand, we got photos of Davis buying drugs worth fifty hundred dollars. There was only one last thing left.

"No, I don't have an appointment." I snarled and felt Ethan's hand pulling me out of the table of Davis' secretary. "I'll do it." He whispered and nodded to the sofa in the corner of the room. "Sit down now." I nodded and obeyed Ethan as he leaned back against the desk and gave the young secretary a seductive smile.

"My name is Ethan Dolan, and I'm sure your boss will accept us without hesitation, even if we do not have an appointment."

"I'm sorry, but-"

"I understand you have your orders, but it would not hurt anyone to pick up the phone and simply call him."

The secretary agreed and reached for the telephone while Ethan gave me thumbs up.

Within five minutes, we were accompanied by a man from Davis' Security, who walked us through the corridor, at the end of which we were glassed double-winged door leading into Davis' office. I didn't bother to knock; I'm not wasting no more time with that son of a bitch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Mr. Dolan? I wouldn't expect you to just come here as you have something that belongs to me." I took a deep breath and tried to keep calm. "I don't know anything about that." I shrugged my shoulders and, without invitation, sat down in the leather chair in front of Davis' desk.

Ethan stood behind me, his hand leaning against the back of the chair. "You are a bad liar, Mr. Dolan." Davis smiled smugly.

"Anyway, I certainly do not have to say that I want Princessa back. You should already know that." He threw a threatening tone. "I am pretty sure you forgot to mention two other people?" Ethan joined our conversatuon.

"Eh, not really. You can have those, I want my Princessa back though."

In my whole life, I haven't met such a disgusting person, whom I would have the urgent need to kill the most painful way I would have invented. "I think we've already talked about this, Davis, haven't we?" I faked a smile. "Jasmin does not belong to you. We just came here to tell you that it would be the best if you cancelled the bands' future plans and stopped acting like a little bitch. There are other ways to make money than drain people."

Davis laughed amusedly. "Are you serious, Mr. Dolan?"

"Mhm, never been more sure in my life." I smiled innocently and nodded.

"In that case, you can pack your stuff and get the hell out of my office." He put his hands on his chest and smiled victoriously. "As long as you won't do anything about Jasmin's contract, we are not going anywhere." I spoke confidently and returned Davis' look. "Then you're going to sit here for the next four years." He grinned. "Eh, not really. No, I don't think so. Do you, Ethan?" I turned around and looked at my brother.

"Nah." He shook his head and gave me the envelope, the contents of which I stacked on Davis' table.

His expression changed from amusement gl shocked. "Sooo, what were we talking about again?" I smiled.