Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Fourty Two

We ate our food and then walked to the colosseum. Greyson kept my hand in his the entire time.

"Ok we are getting a tour of the colosseum and will be learning some history about it." One of the teachers said with a single clap of her hands after.

The guide smiled softly and began talking about the areas we came to. He told us the events that were performed here and some of the famous participants.

"You know I knew a guy named after a gladiator, Marcus." Greyson whispers in my ear.

"Oh really?" I asked. He hummed a response.

"Mhm. He tried to kill me," he says nonchalantly.

"What?!" I spun around to face him. He chuckled, spinning me back so I was walking forward.

"It was a few years ago," he continued, "I got to him first." He shrugged like it was no big deal. I elbowed him and he winced. "Ouch Amore." He said, grabbing where I elbowed him.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I said, spinning around, "I forgot-" I placed my hands on his chest and he grabbed them.

"I'm ok, I'm just messing around." he chuckled. I groaned and placed my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and walked me backwards.

"Quit messing around you two," my aunt snipped, glancing back at us. Greyson technically isn't supposed to be here but she doesn't want to offend him on the off chance he kicks her out of the hotel.

Greyson's phone rings and he sighs, letting me go and picking up the call.

"Parlare,"(speak) Greyson says harshly. I keep walking but he grabs my hand, keeping me close to him. "Ok, ci sarò presto." He says, abruptly ending the call.

"Everything ok?" I whisper as we make it to where the rest of the group is standing, now listening to what the guide is saying about this particular part of the colosseum.

He nods, pulling me close and rubbing my stomach.

"I got a call from one of my men, I have to go but I'll be back before you leave for the hotel." He whispers. He then brings his lips to mine, kissing me slowly before pulling away and letting go of me. "I love you."

"I love you too." I reply.

-Greyson's POV-

I got a call about the guy from this morning that hit on Vanessa. Someone filed a complaint against him for harassment. I really need to have the manager do better background checks.

These restaurants and clubs are my legit business front, I can't have anyone drawing attention by hiring a crook.

I kissed Vanessa goodbye, rubbing her stomach and telling her I love her. I don't want to leave her by herself but I need to take care of this.

When I arrive at the restaurant the guy is already waiting in the manager's office.

"Dale," I say angrily. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but it is strictly against restaurant policy."

"All due respect, boss, but how I talk to women doesn't affect my job." Does this guy have a death wish? Because if so I'd be willing to grant that wish.

"On the contrary. It does, you had a complaint filed against you earlier today." I state calmly. He sighs annoyedly and rolls his eyes.

Ok. Patience is out the window.

"Get up," I say, pulling out my gun and screwing a silencer on the barrel. His eyes widen in fear but he stands nonetheless, moving away from the desk.