Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Fifty

—Vanessa's POV—

Greyson returns from the bar in a pissier mood than when he left. When he reaches me he goes behind me. His arms immediately go around me, his hands resting on my stomach and his chin resting on my head.

Luke and Kate walked up to us which took us by surprise since we weren't aware they'd be here. Which now that I think about it I should've known they would be.

We continue talking with the group but I can tell something is off with him so I lean further into him.

"Greyson what's wrong?" I asked quietly, grabbing his hands. He sighs deeply and shakes his head.

"I'll explain later I promise," he whispers, kissing the top of my head. The others' attention is on us and Emi has a raised eyebrow.

Mary clocked the way Greyson's hands haven't left my stomach since he got back over here. Greyson takes notice of everyone's questioning looks and starts talking.

"Petrov is just being more of a pain in the ass than usual." He grumbles. Raymond raises a single brow and looks over at Nico and Luke.

The three of them share guilty glances, like boys caught throwing a baseball through a window. Then Greyson clears his throat as Raymond looks back at him.

"Petrov has been making bolder moves against the three of us and our mafias lately," he says simply, avoiding any detail. Luke opened his mouth and said outright.

"Including burning Nico's house in Italy to the ground, almost killing my girlfriend, and landing Greyson in the hospital." He said, pulling Kate impossibly closer to his side.

Nico gives him the 'wtf dude' look and Greyson doesn't say anything.

"Why didn't you reach out sooner?" Raymond asks, once again looking between the three of them.

"He seems keen on taking out the biggest mafias he can along with their alliances," Nico says with a disturbingly calm tone.

"We figured we could handle it and keep your people out of the whole situation," Greyson finishes, now absent mindedly rubbing my stomach. Raymond shakes his head with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Greyson, we've been dealing with that asshole's advances for months," He says. Luke and Nico both look at him confused.

"And why didn't you tell us that?" Luke asks, turning Raymond's own question on him. Raymond falls silent and scratches the back of his head. Mary smacks his chest with the back of her hand and rolls her eyes.

"Men and their egos," she says, looking at Kate, Emi, and I. I stifle a laugh while Kate smiles and Emi nods in agreement.

All four of them are now silent, staring at her like hurt puppies. Without missing a beat she looks at me then points to where Greyson's hands are.

"That dress hides a lot, but a mother always knows," she says quietly, looking up at Greyson then back at me.

"Wait what?" Raymond asks in utter confusion.

"Oh my god," Mary mumbles, placing her hand against her forehead. "She's pregnant Ray." She whispers to him. His head swivels to look at Greyson who is still silent, his hands not moving.

"Well I'll be damned," Raymond snickers, shaking his head. "First you have a fiancée we don't know about and she's expecting? I never thought I'd live to see the day."

"Gee thanks Ray," Greyson mumbles, I can hear the subtle humor in his voice.

"Sorry kid but you weren't exactly the type I saw settling down, especially this young." He continues, throwing his hands up.