Black and Grey | Book 1

Chapter 7

Grayson's phone started ringing and he dropped his arms. He reached into his pockets and took his phone out before answering it.

"What?!" He snapped all of a sudden. His eyes then flickered over to me sharply.
He narrowed his eyes slightly before clenching his jaw. Grayson put his phone back into his pocket and turned around to get a few items.

"Get ready." Was all he said.

"Why?" I asked, wondering what was said on the phone call to make him so frantic.

"We need to discuss something." He said before walking out the room with a frown on his face. He seemed caught up in something.

I decided to wear something simple and tied my hair into a low bun. After I got ready, I went out of Grayson's bedroom.

"Are you done?" He asked impatiently and I nodded. He then quickly walked out of the door and I followed behind hurriedly.

Once we got into the car, I decided to ask him.

"Where are we going?"

He didn't reply back and started the car before driving off. My eyebrow twitched and I rubbed my palms over my thighs to keep myself from snapping at him, knowing that it would get us nowhere but into another argument.

I had noticed that we drove past the club that we were at before.

Grayson drove for another hour and a half before he pulled up to a big and modern mansion. It had black tall gates. Grayson rolled down his window and entered a code into the machine nearby.

Slowly, the gates started to open and Grayson drove in. He parked the car and got out. I quickly exited the car and followed him up to the door. He entered another code by the door, and grabbed my hand.

If Grayson noticed, he didn't comment, but I kept on flexing my hand in his due to my palms feeling clammy. I was feeling beyond nervous and Grayson wouldn't tell me anything.
The door opened and he took me inside.

"Where are we?" I asked him, but once again, he ignored me.

Just tell me something for God's sake.

Despite feeling annoyed at Grayson, I took in the villa before me. marvelled at the house. It was truly beautiful with the intricate designs on the walls and the huge glass chandelier in the hallway.

Grayson takes me down a corridor and knocks on a room door. The door opens by an intimidating looking man. His hair was slightly wavy and black with a few streaks of grey running throughout it. He had a stubble and hazel eyes. He looked about forty-five. His eyes were narrowed as he looked at Grayson and then to me.

However, I just couldn't shake off how intimidating he looked as he stared at me, his eyes burning holes into me. I look over at Grayson to get away from the man's gaze, but Grayson is still staring at him.

"That's the girl?" He asked and Grayson nodded sternly. I frowned and looked at Grayson curiously.

"Come in." Said the man and Grayson looked at me. He nodded at me to go in and I went in. He followed in after me and closed the door behind him.

The intimidating looking man looked at me once again and stuck his hand out to me to shake. I smiled at him, slightly and shook his hand as he spoke.

He didn't smile back.

"My name is Marcello Russo. Welcome to my house. Nice to finally meet you Iris Juanita, after nineteen years." He said and his eyes sparkled slightly.

My smile slipped off my face and I stared at him.

Nineteen years?

He studied me slightly, noticing my confused expression and then his eyes averted to Grayson.