Grey Rose

Ecstasy - 4

- Rose -

"Dolcezza."

He seizes my wrist.

"Dolcezza, non lasciarmi. Ti prego," Grey moans, hooking a leg around me, and sweeping me onto his bed.

"Ti amo tanto," he whispers, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Stai con me per sempre, tesoro."

His scent is heavenly. It's the intoxicating scent of sandalwood. I am confined next to him with his legs wrapped around me like a blanket. "Non lasciarmi."

+

"HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING!"

I blink the sleep out of my eyes.

It's Kane.

Grey is up, too, his amber eyes bewildered as he studies me and then registers our proximity. The corners of his mouth turn up into somewhat of a smile. His body is pressed flush against mine, and I feel his erection up against my belly. A ghost of a scream leaves my mouth as I jump out of the bed.

"I'm not poisonous, amore," Grey murmurs. "Surely sleeping in a bed with me isn't that bad, hmm?"

I scowl.

"Brother, are you aware who shot you?"

Grey's eyes harden. "No."

Kane's gaze wanders to me. "Did you shoot him?"

I stumble. "What?"

"Of course not, Kane. My Rose would never shoot me. Not especially since I could easily put her back in the cell," Grey says quickly. "Right, dolcezza?"

I nod tersely.

Kane looks skeptical. "Okay, then do either of you care to explain how Andrew Grey, the best assassin in the world, gets shot, twice, and doesn't know who the assailant is?"

"I'm the best assassin. He's the second best," I retort.

"Okay, same thing, how does the second best assassin in the world get shot twice without knowing who did it?" Kane's eyebrows twitch.

+

Grey has let me go back to work. Kane has stopped bugging me for the money. Quin has stopped crashing my stocks. Everything is nice and peaceful. Finally.

I stare out the window of my office. The New York City skyline is beautiful at sunset.

A harsh knock at my door drags me out of this peaceful reverie. "Come in."

Celeste dashes in with a package. "It's for you, Rose. From Mr. Andrew Grey. He's also downstairs waiting for you."

Fucker.

I smile at Celeste, and she leaves, closing the door behind her.

I take a pencil and stab the packaging tape, allowing me to pry open the box. Inside, there is a singular rose, a card, a simple pink box, and a dress. A fucking red dress.

After letting me go for two full weeks, he sends me all this shit.

Knock knock.

Andrew motherfuckin' Grey swings the door open. And he saunters toward me, a sultry smile plastered on his face. "Hi princess."

I shoot him a glare. "Hi asshole."

His smile widens. "Why don't you read the card, hmmm?"

I do.

Princess,

First of all, thank you for sleeping with me that night; I had a very restful and blissful session, and I hope you did too. Secondly, I hope that you will accompany me to the Lim Mafia's aftermath ball, not as the leader of your own mafia but also as my date. Remember, I bought you for 10 million dollars. Thirdly, I hope you will wear the dress I chose for you. Finally, please accept the pink box but do not open it until July 4th.