Salvation [M/M]

05 - Chapter Five - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

My dad got up to leave just as Marco texted me, saying he was on his way. My dad, seeing the message, sighed.

"Kid, listen ok. I don't care who or what you date, but if you end up with him, just please for the love of god. Be careful."

"Woah, it's really not like that, not even close."

"It doesn't take long for it to be like that, though, Ambrose."

"He's not my type."

"Thought you didn't have one. That's what you tell your mother, at least."

"Mafia men. They are a whole type that I don't do."

My father really didn't look convinced in the slightest, even though he knew my feelings about his dealings with the Mafia. They were decent people. I just didn't want to be involved or around them or their work. Yet here I was, going willingly with Marco.

"Time will tell if that's a rule you stick to"

"Goodbye to you too." I muttered, crossing my arms.

"I'll swing by and help you pack tomorrow, alright?"

"Yeah, sounds alright."

I couldn't actually believe my dad would put that out into the universe. If, on the slimmest chance it happened, he was fully to blame for putting that energy out there.

Finishing my watered down, once iced coffee, I jogged to the bedroom to find something to wear for the day. Pulling on some black jeans and a dark grey sweater, I hand combed my hair and slipped my feet into flip-flops. Annoyed with the way it was laying, I walked to the bathroom and wet it, before shaking it out with my fingers so that the waviness would be a little more tamed. Brushing my teeth, I paced the apartment before heading back and rinsing with mouthwash. Rinsing my toothbrush, I snapped the cover back in and placed it in the holder.

Marco called about ten minutes later to say he was just coming into town and would be here in the next five to ten minutes. Taking a deep breath, I double checked I had all my things. Once making sure I did, I left the apartment, keys in hand, and waited out front for Marco.

He pulled up a few minutes later, and I did a double take. The man was dressed down, wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He knew he was good looking, and he worked it.

"I hope this is a good time." He said, smiling softly.

"Yeah. Better now than earlier."

"Did something happen?"

"Not really, I passed out on the couch last night in a terrible position, woke up to my dad banging on the damn—I mean darn door and then he complained, which is normal honestly but yeah. He only left as you texted me." I groaned, buckling up my seat belt. Glancing in the backseat, Wren was there, and he was sawing logs.

"How long has he been out?"

"The entire ride. Car rides knock him out pretty quickly."

"Oh?"

"I spent many nights driving him around just so he would stay asleep."

"I could never do it on my own." I said before catching myself, "I personally just could never do it alone. I don't think I'm that responsible and for another life? Haha."

"I knew going into this I would do it alone, and there were some mistakes with his birth, and I'll never live those down, but I don't regret it."

"Mistakes? What do you mean?"

He explained the whole thing while he drove and honestly the whole deal sounded sketchy, but who was I to judge him when he very well could be telling the truth? I had no way of proving him wrong.