I was suddenly woken to loud pounding on the door to my apartment. Terrified, I turned to see the time on my phone. I pressed the power button and the bright light blinded me for a few seconds before the numbers 3:26 was clear.
I hesitantly but slowly got out of bed and as I passed the kitchen, grabbed a large kitchen knife in case there was some creepy old guy at my door. I cautiously made my way to the apartment door, shaking in paranoia and fear and looked through the door peephole thing (you guys know what I mean) and to my horror there was someone standing there with their hood up so I couldn't see their face.
I somehow mustered up the courage to swing open the door violently and they pushed me aside and closed the door. I raised the knife and they grabbed it out of my hand and started chuckling and that's when I realised it was Mr Dolan.
"What the fuck!?" I yelled, extremely annoyed. "Go get dressed. We have an emergency" he said looking down and scanning my body as I was only in my black bra and underwear. I immediately tried to cover myself as best as I could, my face heating up and he smirked slightly which was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.
"Go" he repeated, biting his lip and trying to peel his eyes of my body. I went to my room and quickly got dressed in some leggings and a sweater with converse and throwing my hair into a high pony, not caring about how bad I looked and quickly brushed my teeth.
I walked into the living room and he was sat on the couch, appearing to be in deep thought. I looked at him and then what he was wearing , a grey hoodie with sweatpants and his messy hair was drooping on his forehead through his hood. He looked really hot. Wait what!? I can't be thinking that. I can't still like him right? Yes I may or may not have had a slight crush on him when I began working for him but his attitude was a little well... intense, scary, aggressive.
After a moment, I walked in front of him, bringing him back and he slightly smiled. "Come on" he said and we walked out to his black Porsche. He opened the door for me and I smiled and got in. "No driver?" I asked and he said he wanted to drive plus it was business.
We arrived at a huge mansion far from people and Grayson jogged round to my door and opened it for me again. We walked up to the front door and turned to me before he opened it. "What you are about to see is pretty bad and I'm sorry for this but I will tell you why we did this after we kill him" he said looking into my eyes with his intimidating ones but his face read sympathy and it looked like even he didn't want to go in.
He finally opened the huge door and we walked in. It was beautiful. All modern and tidy. "This is one of my safe houses" he explained as he noticed me looking around. "How many do you have?" I asked curiously. "Around 8 other houses including my beach house in California" he said and my jaw almost hit the floor.
"You know what, I'll just tell you now. It'll be easier for you to get over and help" he said walking into a room with a huge table surrounded with chairs. It was like a meeting room. We sat down and he gave me another file.
"Open it" he said and I did. 'Jack Tate' it read. It said that the man had been in prison for murder, arson, kidnapping, assault and theft and that he had somehow escaped prison. "That's not all he did. He stole $90,000 from me and he has killed one of my workers family. His wife and two young children. He tortured them" Mr Dolan told me, pure anger, sadness and pain in his face.
He took me down to the basement and we heard a man screaming in pain and desperation but what accompanied it made me shiver with fear. He started laughing like a crazy person. We finally got to the cell type thing he was in and the sight made me freeze. He was drenched in his own blood, cuts everywhere and barely recognisable.
Grayson looked at me to see if I was ok and I stared back and nodded. He grabbed us both a chair each from the corner of the room and we sat in front of the bars that divided us from Jack.
"Why did you do it?" I asked. "Because I wanted to" he smirked evilly. "You're sick" I grimaced and stood up. "I am indeed. So who are you? You're real pretty you know that? Why don't bring that pretty little ass in here huh?" he smirked wider and I looked at Grayson and he was raging with anger.
He shot up and unlocked the gate, going inside and immediately locking it back up. He walked towards Jack and punched him repeatedly. "You killed my family You sick fuck!" he screamed as he continued to punch him . "You don't talk to her like that!" he yelled once again and punched him one last time, knocking him out or possibly killing him.
After a moment of kneeling there over the body, Mr Dolan stood up and walked back out. He had tears in his eyes and his face was all red. He walked over to me and looked into my eyes and then the floor. "He was like a brother to me. They felt like family" he sniffed as a few tears escaped his beautiful hazel eyes.
I hesitantly got closer and hugged him. He stood there for a few seconds before hugging back and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
If you would have told me this would be happening a month ago, I would have laughed in your face. I had never seen, even dreamt of him being like this, emotional but that didn't matter at the moment. He was so broken.
After he calmed down, he stepped back awkwardly. "Uh thanks. I'm sorry about that. I just, they were all I had except my brother Ethan. I guess you weren't really expecting that huh?" he said, chuckling at the end to lighten the mood. "It's fine Grayso- Mr Dolan. If you ever need anyone to talk to, you can talk to me" I smiled and he nodded. "Grayson's fine I guess" he said and I raised an eyebrow.
"Ok Grayson" I smiled again and we went upstairs. He was being pretty nice for once and I had never seen that emotional side of him before so it was strange but I liked it. I started thinking what if he is the way he is, is because he thinks he doesn't really have many people to love him or who is there for him or something like that.
"Maybe he just needs some love and attention" I thought to myself.
A/N- A LOT LONGER CHAPTER THAN MY MORE RECENT ONES I THINK. IDK.
WHY DO YOU THINK GRAYSON IS THE WAY HE IS?
IS IT JUST BECAUSE HE IS MISSING LOVE AND ATTENTION OR IS IT SOMETHING ELSE AS WELL?
