SONG~ BAD GUY- EMINEM
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To say I was terrified was an understatement. Mr Dolan and I entered the elevator again and went back to his office. He could see the fear in my eyes and he just chuckled. Bish you think this is funny? I gave him a 'what the fuck?' look and he nodded to the seat in front of his desk. I hesitantly sat down and crossed my legs. "There are somethings you need to learn about me Kayla. You know a few already. Don't mess with me, don't disrespect me and don't make me angry" he began. "Yeah well it's kinda hard not to make you angry when your always angry in the first place" I retorted. "Say that again" he challenged with half a smirk- half a glare. "I said it's kind-" I was cut off by the door swinging open violently. A tall man entered the room wearing a dark grey suit with what looked like blood stains on them.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, Mr Dolan already had a gun aimed at him. "Mr Richardson. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Grayson asked sarcastically with anger once again taking over his perfectly sculpted face. They both had guns pointed at each others head and I was so close to absolutely loosing it. I was flipping my shit but not actually doing anything- if that makes sense. "You sent that coward to ask me for money" Richardson scoffed with amusement. "Actually my brother did. I still don't appreciate you killing one of my employees" Grayson seethed, getting closer to the crazy man. "Wha-" I cut my self off from fear when the mans attention was turned to me, a sly smirk on his revolting face making me feel sick. "I see you have a guest. What's your name little girl?" he asked. I didn't answer. Instead I just stared at him in pure disgust. "Leave her be. Do you have he money?" Grayson's cold, harsh voice broke the temporary silence. "No" he scoffed and Grayson got even angrier. "You really are a stupid, worthless piece of shit" Mr Dolan grimaced as he pulled the trigger creating a loud bang echoing through the enormous office.
My hand crept its way up to my mouth as I struggled to breathe, tears pooling in my terror filled eyes. Grayson saw the state I was in and walked up to me with a slightly sympathetic look. I was not expecting for him to care but instead he actually tried to engulf me in a hug. His arms opened but I pushed him away and collapsed onto the chair behind me. "Whatever" he mumbled under his breathe and made his way back to the desk in front of me. He now looked like nothing had happened. He picked up his phone and dialled a number. "Johnson I need you to come and collect Richardson from my office. Bring a body bag and a mop (holy shii why did I put that? I'm dying). ... Well that would explain the body bag yes. Just hurry up" he says impatiently.
"Y-you k-killed him" I stuttered, still in shock. "That asshole deserved it" he simply stated. "Grayson you just killed someone!" I yelled. "Yeah no shit. It's fine just don't worry about it. You'll get used to it soon and just so you know, he was a really bad guy so..." he trailed off. "Doesn't mean you frickin' kill him you murderer!" I hissed making him erupt into laughter. His laugh made me smile until I realised the situation we were still in. "Murderer?" he laughed. "Yeah that's what you are when you kill people!" I glared. "Not in all cases. Look I'm not a murderer I just don't like people fucking with me and I also don't like sick perverted men like him. I'm doing the world a favour and you're going to help" he declared, passing me a folder.
I opened it up and was shocked to read the things this man has done had done before Mr Dolan killed him. He was sick! "Wait what do you mean I'm going to help?" I asked. "You're going to be my partner and you're going to help me with my businesses" he stated. "And if I don't?" I asked. "Well then I hope you don't mind being buried next to Richardson" he said. I almost chuckled but when I realised he wasn't joking I gulped and frantically shook my head. "Good. Go home and get some rest and we'll discuss things further tomorrow at my home office. 9pm" he dismissed me and I got a ride home from one of his drivers. What have I gotten myself into?...
