calamity. (sequel to Mr. Reynolds)

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We settled into the hotel. Everything was set in place and we were just waiting for the boys to get here. They were about 5 hours behind us. I had a pit in my stomach. I wasn't sure how things would go. Obviously I hoped for the best, but Greyson telling me he's built a team made my confidence waver. I can only image the type of people who would back Brian.

"You okay?" Greyson came up behind me as I starred out the window, sipping a coffee. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and I leaned back into him. "I'm fine." He sighed. "You've been through a lot this year. It's okay to not be fine." He said soothingly. "It just seems like the universe is finally punishing me." I said quietly. Greyson took in a breath before turning me around. I could tell a billion thoughts were running through his head. "Everything that has happened has been my fault." He said softly, stroking my cheek. "Grey, don't do that to yourself. What happened in Italy wasn't your fault, what happened at home wasn't your fault and this isn't your fault. Sometimes things just...happen." I said looking up at him. "You know no matter what happens, I'll always love you and be by your side, right?" He asked and I nodded. "If things don't go right-" "Juliet stop." He growled. "Please Grey, just head me out. If things don't go right I need you to know that you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. And all those years I spent wondering what my purpose was- if I even had one. They were all worth it to find you." I said softly, stroking his cheek with my thumb. His eyes held a lot of emotions, many I couldn't dwell on right now.

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I didn't know the absolute rage I would feel towards Brian until I was standing here, face to face with him. I had never felt so feral in my life. And the idiotic smirk on his face made my blood boil.

"What happened to showing up alone, baby?" He cocked his head to the side, a knowing smile on his face. I laughed bitterly. "Coming from the man who's been recruiting for months." I snarled, my emotions all over the place. "You've changed." He said walking closer to me and I could just feel Greysons eyes all over me even though he wasn't in sight. I held up my hand to signal it's okay as he circled me. "It seems you've grown into your attitude. I can only applaud myself for the confidence you exude these days." Brian said and I laughed, facing him dead in the eyes as he stopped in front of me mere feet away. "You think you have any hand in the person I am today?" He grinned. "Oh hunny, I built this person." I glared at him. "You left me in nothing but broken pieces for other people to pick up and attempt to glue together." I spit. "You violated me. You manipulated me. You used me." He laughed.

"Now come on Gracie." He said in a very joker like manner as he waved his gun around. "Just because you have an audience doesn't mean you have to put on a show. I didn't force you to do anything. I'm fact, I believe I remember you streamlining a lot of our adventures." "Didn't force me?" My rage was building up and now was my time to step closer to him, leaving only a few inches between us. I trailed the tip of my gun down his chest. "Did you selectively forget all of the nights where you let your friends pass me around, using my mouth over and over again while you videod and told me how much I liked it even though I was crying? Did you forget when I said I didn't want to hurt people anymore and you stripped me naked, tied me to a chair and tortured me for days until I finally agreed?" A look passed through his eyes and I feel like I saw just a hint of remorse. "You act like such a hero, taking the fall for everything but we both fucking know you wanted it to end like that. You wanted people to know your name. Too bad they don't know you for what you truly are. A sick perverted man who tried to over compensate with children because he couldn't get it up for a women his own age." Rage flared in his eyes and his hand wrapped around my throat.

In an instant all of Greysons men were piled in with guns drawn. His team did the same and let me just say...there was a size difference. I laughed despite his tight grip on my throat as he looked around. "You fucking bitch. All I ever wanted to do was love you, give you the life I thought you fucking deserved. A life we could have had together. Instead you chose some rich playboy." It was pretty easy for me to wrap my hand around his wrist and twist his arm away from my throat because he wasn't expecting it. "You never wanted me. You never loved me. You loved what you turned me into. And I'm not that fucking weak defenseless girl anymore." I said, raising my gun go his forehead before he could even tell I was doing it. Everyone in the warehouse moved closer. "Oh please, you won't shoot me." I laughed, clicking the safety off and looking him dead in the eyes.

That's when his tactic changed. "You kill me and you're going down too bitch." He smirked and so did I. Only my smirk was more sinister, something he'd never seen in me rising to the surface. He looked uneasy, he knew I had no plans on letting him leave alive and I was willing to die to make sure he didn't. "What do you think is easier? Starting a war and letting everyone in here die or doing exactly what you wanted coming here. Just the two of us, everyone else leaves." His eyebrows raised and for the first time I felt Greysons presence near. "You're fucking crazy if you think that is happening. This was not the plan." He growled, walking behind me. "You heard her, loverboy. Leave." Brian smirked and it took everything in me not to knock him upside the head with the gun. I felt Greyson shift so he was in my line of sight. "Leave Grey." I said giving him a cold look. So many emotions ran through his features and I sensed every one of them, my heart clenching. I wanted him to trust me.

"You are relieved boys, go home. Whatever happens tonight you will all be paid as contracted." Brian said and you didn't have to tell them twice. No one liked Brian. They were just easily bribed. "Leave." I gritted my teeth, not looking at Greyson again. When he didn't move I sighed. "Shawn. You need to leave." I knew as much as Shawn thought I was being stupid he'd know enough that I wasn't in a mood to be argued with. And as Brian's men still lingered by the door waiting for them to leave I heard Shawn hesitate before saying. "Fall out men." And the sound of boots was heard, before I saw Shawn dragging Greyson out, him fighting his hardest when both doors of the place shut.

Brian immediately kicked me back, me landing with a thud, my gun flinging across the room. I was quick to kick his legs out from under him, sending his flying aswell. He grabbed my leg, pulling me back and climbed on top of me. I grabbed his arm, pressing my thumb against a nerve and flipped us over. I kneed him in the nuts, scrambling away from him to the closest gun. I glanced back to see him doing the same. I grab it, pointing it at him and he was only seconds behind me. "This isn't how it has to end, Gracie. I can forgive you. We can have the life I always dreamed of for us." I made a face like I was thinking about it before saying. "Over my dead body." And I fired.

Everything happened in slow motion. I watched as it landed right in the center of his forehead, his body falling to the floor, blood spraying everywhere. Greyson and his men rushed in and I looked down, touching my stomach. I touched my fingers together, feeling the warm sticky red substance. I looked up to see the fear in greysons eyes as he was running to me.

This is what I thought I deserved. Was I truly okay with dying? Is this how it all ends, I never get to grow old with Greyson like I dreamed? This is what I deserve, this is my punishment for the innocent lives lost.