The mafia hunt.

9|Going Into Hiding

Grayson

9|Going Into Hiding

"Grayson!" I could hear her screams even from afar and I wanted nothing more than to run over to her and wrap her in my arms.

But I can't because I'm stuck under this fucking pillar. I swear to god if this is how I die I'm embarrassed. I'd die because I was stuck under a large piece of wood. Fucking pathetic.

"No! Let me go!" Her screams start to become faint and I'm glad she's getting further away from here. This place is about to fucking collapse and I can't have her in it when it does.

I look around and see the flames climbing the walls and encasing me. Sweat builds up on my skin, the T-shirt clung onto my back and my hair stuck onto the back of my neck. I know there's no way out and there's not much time before this building goes.

I can't do anything but lay here and wait for my inevitable death to come. I used to pray for this when I was young, I saw death as a way to be close to my sister again. I saw it as a way to hide from my father where I knew he definitely couldn't find me then. Now looking at it, I don't think I want to anymore.

And it's all because of her.

She's changed me in the best way there is. God, I'm so pissed at myself that I never told her how much I loved her a million times. I'm pissed that everything good in my life leaves me. First, it was my sister, that was so painful for my younger self that it still haunts me.

Then it was my mother. Although, she doesn't know that I was the one who killed my father. She's become distant and asked me not to speak to her until she's ready. Well, her wish has come true. Looks like I'm dying today so I won't ever speak to her again.

Now, the hardest one, Nova. She's stuck by me through so much, my nightmares, my anger she even took the blame for killing my father.

Fuck I'm so in love with her.

"I don't fucking care if he's dead, find him!" I perk up to the sound of yelling.

I listen closely to what there saying, it's difficult because of the loud crackling of the fire. "Dead or alive, fine me Grayson Blackwell!"

Me? What the hell could they want with me? Just like that, it all makes sense. Word has most likely got out about my father's death meaning, I've inherited everything. I knew this was coming sooner or later which is why I already planned on laying low in my family's hideout.

"Fuck me," I mumble as I watch the roof above me begin to detach and slowly fall. I watch it get closer and closer towards me and close my eyes bracing myself for the impact. I feel the added weight fall on top of me, an agonizing pain shooting through my right leg.

Cursing because I didn't die, I open my eyes only to see black. I raise my hand and push the rubble off from my face, I look down at my injured leg.

I think I might just laugh.

Because of the extra weight, it caused a shift on the pillar which crushed my leg in the process. However, I'm no longer stuck here, I push myself up cursing at the agonizing pain In my leg. I cover my mouth and nose with my T-shirt, squinting trying to see through the hue of smoke. I cough and wheeze, my eyes burning and my skin burning up from the intensive heat of the fire.