Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

She's Bad

Warning: violence

(Y/N)'s POV:

"Oh, quit screaming, will ya?" I say, dragging the squirming girl by her long, dark locks. My feet storm into my familiar office, the scent of wood gently breezing past me.

I throw the struggling girl onto the hard floor, Alec grabbing onto her and holding her there for me. I turn to my other men. "Where's the other one?" My brow arches high.

"Right 'ere," Darren says, jerking the boy forward. I observe the poor, bruised boy in the grasps of Darren and Caleb.

His head is hung low, and his body heaves with every harsh intake of breath. My head cocks to the side, and I leisurely step forward. The brunet simply stares at my boots, not daring to look up.

I shrug to the sobbing girl behind me. "She his girlfriend?" I question.

Caleb answers, "We'd say so. They seemed to be out on a lovely evening together." Caleb gives Darren a look, and the men chuckle.

My eyes scan over the boy, already having recognized him. I lift a hand to tug his chin up, instantly locking his eyes with mine. "Hello, Grayson."

Of course I recognized him. A best friend never forgets.

Grayson Dolan and I have history, back from when the two of us were mere children. We knew everything there was to know about the other person, and were practically inseperable.

And then...High School came around and I made the stupid, cliché mistake of falling for my best friend.

He meant everything to me, and all I wanted was for him to be happy. So when he told me he had gotten a girlfriend...I did the 'friendly' thing to do and supported him in his choice.

But after we just...grew apart. I mean, he had his girlfriend and his other friends, and I had...I had other things I was working on. And now, here we are-years later having our paths collide.

His hazel eyes widen as the realization sinks in. "(Y-Y/N)?" he stammers. "What's going on? Why are you-?"

I tut, cutting him off. "Too many questions, love," I say, my hand casually reaching for the metal grip of my gun. "I don't want to drag this out longer than I need to."

I turn on my heels, retrieving the pistol from it's place on my hip. I stride towards the shaking, now screaming girl, pistol pointed directly at her.

My finger loads the gun, and I take aim. Grayson's screams almost startle me. Alec ties a gag around her mouth, muffling her yells for mercy. He ties her hands behind her back before shoving her to the ground hard.

Alec moves aside, and the sound of my gun shot rips through Grayson and his girlfriend's cries.

The next moment, one of the cries fade from the atmosphere, leaving the ghost of it lingering behind. Her body falls limp on the ground with a loud thud, the scarlet liquid beginning to seep through her top. I blow the smoke off the barrel, then turn back to Grayson.

Tears are tumbling down his cheeks, his eyes are red and puffy, and his face is pink in distress. "What did you do?!" he yells.

A sly smirk splits onto my face. I pocket the gun. "Oops. Finger musta' slipped," I say, shrugging.

The boy huffed through his nose, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. He breaks his gaze again, fixing it on the tear-stained floor. I roll my eyes, bringing my hand up to jerk his face my way once again.

"Alaina, wasn't it?" I ask, pinning him in place under my (E/C) eyes.

His lips turn down in a frown, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. "Why?" Is all he says.

I don't make an effort to hide my smirk. "Can't a girl just have some fun?" I say in a deadly sweet voice.

Grayson rapidly blinks back his tears, his jaw tightening. "You were so sweet and caring..." He pauses, the cogs in his mind churning. "You were my best friend."

My smirk falls at his words, and a light wrinkle cracks between my brows. "We may have been best friends, but people change," I state, my voice dangerously calm. "You moved on, and so did I, love. This is me. This is where I belong."

Grayson's jaw hangs loose, and he shakes his head. "I...I miss the old you," he whispers.

"Aw, sad," I reply, nonchalantly. "Maybe you can visit her grave someday."

Grayson stays silent, unable to respond.

"Should we take care of this one, boss?" Caleb asks.

My eyes examine Grayson's face for a moment, flicking between his eyes and his lips. His eyes silently beg me, glossy and wide. Memories we shared in our long-gone past flood through me, like his eyes are unlocking each one.

"No," I reply. "Leave him in my room. And make sure he doesn't touch anything."

I straighten up, though my eyes never leave my old friend. "I'll see you around, Grayson," I say, giving him a salute like he would give me when life was simpler.

And just like that, I watch as my men drag a quiet Grayson out the doors, leaving me with my thoughts. I glance over at the dead body, now ghostly pale and bleeding onto the wooden floor.

I shrug, turning away from it. I'll deal with it later.

So... I don't know what that was 😶. Uhh... Peace✌