Salvation [M/M]

06 - Chapter Six - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

Marco got me set up with paying Romeao a few days later and got me the apartment key and the keycard for the building. I paid first and last month's rent, gave my notice on my current apartment and started moving boxes, with help from dad, Sasha and his partner, who only agreed because Sasha had. Having moved the last boxes the night before and my cat, I only had two days to really unpack things and get settled in the best I could before I had to head to work.

Marco had offered to lend a hand with the moving, but I suggested that he not try that. Mostly because of my dad. Marco was supposed to be coming later on today with a housewarming gift and lunch. The apartment was quiet right now in the daytime because all the henchmen were sleeping. Tonight, that was going to be the big tell all. When they were working and awake.

Moving a box of my clothing out of the way, I shoved a few boxes of crap I didn't want to unpack right now into the closet. Mochi mewed from the bed and looked at him.

"If you had thumbs, I would make you help too, you old man."

Mochi was seven, but actually acted like he was seventy. His white, sleek coat was soft and silky. He hadn't moved from the bed since I had got up, and honestly, if I didn't have the deadline of unpacking, I also would still be in bed.

Opening the box of my clothing, I stuffed it in the drawers of my dresser and hung up what needed to be. Looking at Mochi, I groaned.

"I dislike the Mafia, Mochi. I hate how much dad is in the pocket of Maddox, and his alliances. But, some of them... I guess they aren't all terrible people, you know? Haha, of course you don't, you're a cat. I guess what I mean is, Sasha, and his partner, and a handful of others, aren't bad. Just in a bad job field."

Mochi just meowed at me, and I felt for a moment like he at the very least understood me. Moving so that I could pet him, I continued rattling on.

"And him, who I don't want to speak about. I want to hate him and everything about him. But he's the one who's been the most helpful. Hell, without him, we wouldn't have this apartment right now. Again, you don't understand because you're a cat."

Checking my watch, I groaned. I needed to eat something small and get a cup of coffee before I could get the kitchen together more. So we had dishes and a table to have lunch at. Pants would also be another good idea. I had way too much skin showing to be comfortable when Marco actually showed up. While unpacking my things, I was trying to be as quiet as possible. I would feel terrible if I woke up the neighbours, knowing pretty much all of them worked nights. It made me wonder about Marco, though. Did he work all night long and look after Wren in the daytime?

I would cry.

Mochi followed me to the kitchen, singing the song of his people. I figured he was looking for wet cat food, not the dry kibble that I had put down for him late last night.

"Relax, Mochi. I will get you some fancy food."

He sang while I hunted for the ceramic bowl and cans of food. I labelled them with that exact detail so that I could locate it later quickly. Finding the goods, I cracked the can and dumped it into the bowl, setting it down on the floor out of the way.

The coffee maker was the first thing that I had unpacked last night, placing a single black mug beside it, for this morning. Locating a pod, that was the nightmare. I hunted through boxes and bags, tearing everything apart until I found a pod. It wasn't a good one, but it was one, and that was all I cared about.

I tucked things into cupboards where they belonged and found a box of crackers. Those would be perfect for a breakfast snack. Grabbing my coffee, I added a touch of cream and sugar, leaning against the counter and looking at the mess I created.