Chapter 58. Taking a Stand

Ash's POV

Sitting and drinking with a dead body has its perks.  

It's silent and can't sass at you.

I take small sips from the glass of scotch in my hand, intermittently tapping my fingers against it as I focus on the burn in my throat. Too little at a time, so I swirl the liquid and throw the remaining contents into my mouth, relishing the warm harsh feeling of it in my stomach.

I release a sigh as my eyes fall on my staff, Greg - now a dead man - at my feet. After seeing the video feed of him stealing some of the diamonds at my warehouse, I saw red and offed his greedy ass.

The sight of his brains splattered against the marble floor is beginning to grate on my nerves. Unfortunately, that isn't the only thing giving me the beginnings of a headache. 

Hazel Eyes is driving me crazy. 

On the drive back from the funeral, I tried talking with her, speaking with her, to get her out of the funk she's currently in, b