Salvation [M/M]

04 - Chapter Four - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

Packing up boxes, I had a week to find something. Mia had found a place right away that would take her. We both had been looking for me, but nothing was coming up that was decent. I was growing frustrated with the whole deal. Dad had called to speak to me after finding out from a friend that someone had spotted me with Marco. It was more like he was trying to get information from me and I wasn't doing it. I shut him down right away, telling him it wasn't important.

Marco and I had exchanged phone numbers in case he came across something, a rental I could get last minute. Mia had mentioned I could come stay with her until I found something, but I couldn't do that. I wanted my space.

Getting a hotel was an option, but it would be expensive and I would have to put my things into storage. Running my hands through my hair, I sighed. I had to figure something out quickly.

Checking my phone, I had a text from Marco. I hadn't intended to actually answer him, but I accidentally hit the phone button, and he picked up before I could hang up.

"Hello, Did you see the text I sent you?"

"Oh, Yeah, I did." I had not. I didn't have time before my blunder.

"Right, so Romeao said you're welcome to an apartment in the complex he owns, but I don't think it's a safe option."

"I need it, Marco. Safe or not." I hissed with frustration, heavy in my voice.

"I'll take you to see the place, but I don't think it's a wise idea, Ambrose."

"I get that, but I need it. I can always find something later."

"I can take you to see the place tomorrow then, I just need to get Romeao to watch—-"

"Just bring him, unless it's a safety thing." I muttered. I wanted to see his little one again. He was cute.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, your son doesn't bother me in the slightest. I'm used to kids." I said, stating the truth. I have been around so many kids now with my profession.

"If you're alright with it, then I will bring Wren. I don't see it being dangerous for him."

"Don't put off spending time with your child for my comfort." I said, being serious. I could only imagine he was used to having to find someone to watch his son often.

"Alright."

He hung up then, and I glanced around my apartment, still feeling like I was going to pull my hair out. I bought boxes when I got my car back from the bar, and yet here they were, still empty and not even folded. I didn't even know where to start. It was a lot of work. I hadn't even given my notice yet, because I was worried about not finding another place. I hoped that this place Marco had suggested was going to work, even for a short time. Just until I could find something better. Otherwise, I was royally fucked.

Taking a few of the boxes, I headed into the kitchen and started packing away anything I really didn't use, which was ninety per cent of everything I owned. I didn't have the time or energy to cook most times after work. I worked a lot of overtime so that I could have extra cash for fun things and times.

By the time I actually get back to work, I will have missed nearly a damn month of work and overtime pay. That was a lot of money I could use. The bonus was the only reason I was doing this. I needed the bonus now.

Hunting through the house, I finally found a permanent marker to mark the box as unused kitchen junk. Looking around the kitchen at all the rest of the things I owned, from the fancy coffee maker to the computer on my island. This place has been my home for the last eight years. My entire life and career were here.