Light Grasso,
A middle Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head counselor of Italian Mafia businesses.
A narcissist.
Lilith Berenguer,
A princess of Italy.
A fiery woman.
A walking death.
A mastermind.
When Lilith faces the...
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Grey Grasso.
The one I can trust blindly on.
My powerful knight.
My little boy.
The kind of brother I never had.
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Grey and I have met in one of the self defense camps a few years ago. I simply went on this self defense camp as holiday and met this incredible boy. A boy who is good at everything.
Martial arts, Kendo, Karate, Kung Fu, Judo, Thai, boxing and so on. Strength, stretch-ability, physical stamina, mental patience. There is almost nothing this boy cannot do except for to be of the age he is.
He was only fifteen when I first met him. Baby features, round chin, doe eyes, innocence, long hair. His face looked like a baby and on the other hand... his height, his body, his maturity of an experienced soldier.
He is not only powerful and daring but also patient and intelligent. He is a perfect balance of both Dark and Light. I wonder if this is why he is named Grey...
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"You're here." I said when Grey rolled the window of his black matte Jeep down and that bright but serious face appeared. "Thank you for joining me."
"It's my duty." He answered short. He always answer short as if speaking too much will hurt his tongue. No expressions, no body movements and no gestures. If not for his black eyes, you'd consider him dead.
"I called you on the last moment." He was in Cairo, Egypt two days ago is what he told me when I called him but yesterday, he happened to be in New York City. So, I asked him to join me.
"Call me at any hour." He answered and opened the car door. "I will be at you." His 6'5 body made out of the car and he carefully closed the door of his car. Black tee, Holster suspenders tight on his chest, shoulder and back. Black cargo, gun on his waist, digital watch and...
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What's that?
A pink... band?
A pink colored band was tied around his wrist, right near the watch he was wearing on his left hand.
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"We need him alive." I ignored the unmatched band on his wrist and focused on the current mission. Mission of dragging Arthur Abney back to Italy. "At any cost, Grey."
"Understood." His instincts reflected in his moved. His body already alerted but became even more when I stepped forward towards the door of the rusty building. He grabbed my arm and stopped me. "I will lead."
His voice serious as his face and he stepped in front of me. Tall body, broad shoulders and power. I was right when I told him he is born to protect the world. He pushed the gate open, exploring the empty and silent building with his eyes and senses. Silent walk, fast movements and sixth sense.
