Mi Amore

Chapter 24-Grayson

I sit up and wince forgetting the pain in my arm.I glance at the clock beside my bed and sit up.I kick off my blankets and walk to the bathroom.I get there and look at my wound.I take off the bloody bandage and shower.I rewrap the bandage and walk to my closet.I wear my classic workwear and walk downstairs to silence.I walk straight to my garage and pick out a car.Settling on my Audi Rs7 and speeding to the Mafia Mansion.I walk in go to my office.I sit behind my desk.I pick up a file and get to work.

Snapping me out, my trance is a knock on the door."Enter,"I say.In walk my ex-girlfriend,Esme Laurent, a putain and goldigger.I don't even know why I got with this putain."Leave,"I demand."B-I said, leave what don't you understand? "I cut her off.She walks toward my desk and bats her eyelashes at me."You have made your choice, Esme, and you're dead."I promise.She chuckles and walks behind my desk. She pulls my chair backward and tries to sit in my lap.I stand up, sending her straight to the floor.She stands up and looks at me."You'll regret this when Daddy finds out,"she threatens."How when I'm the reason he's still alive?"I ask as she tears up and scurrys out my office."I need an assassin for her,"I mutter to myself as I sit back down in my chair and continue working.

Two hours later, I feel absolutely exhausted and  hungry.I pick up my car keys and walk out the mansion to my car.I speed home and get a call just before entering."Bonjour?"I answer."Ah,Mr Da La Renta,"the voice on the other end answers.I internally groan at the thought of having to speak to Adrien Laurent."Mr Laurent,I've been meaning to speak to you,"I say."Y-Yes, sir?"He shakily adds."If your daughter doesn't stop bothering me, you won't have one anymore,"I threaten.In the background, I hear an all too familiar gasp as I fight the urge to smirk."Yes, sir.Esme we need to speak now,"he shouts."Farewell, Adrien,"I say as I hang up.I honestly feel like torturing  someone tonight.

I walk in the house and walk to the kitchen."Prepare my dinner, please,"I ask.They all nod and get to it as I walk to my room.I take off my bandage and shower.I replace my bandage and wear black joggers and a black t-shirt.I walk downstairs and sit at the dining table.A maid comes out with my dinner and places it infront of me before scurrys off to the kitchen again.I eat my delicious Tarte Tatin.I finish my meal and walk back to my room.I get to my room and get in bed and let my exhaustion take over.