drag me down | grayson dolan

【twenty two】

Grayson's POV:

My feet stop running once I turn onto my block. I rip the ski mask off my face along with my thick and heavy black gloves. I gasp for air and try to catch my breath. My entire face is red from the amount of running I just encountered. I hunch my body over and bend my knees, placing my hands on my thighs. Breathing in and out at a slow place, my eyes close with a tight force. I can feel the blood pumping through my body, especially my eardrums.

The vision of her flashes my mind over and over again. The way she pointed her gun with such confidence at the four of us. The way she chased me for blocks. She's an FBI agent, and I didn't even suspect it. My girl, the one girl that I fell in love with has been an undercover officer the whole time. The look on her face when I pinned her up against that wall is always going to be in my memory.

I know I shouldn't have done that, but I saw her arm bleeding. I wanted to make sure she was alright. My boyfriend instincts immediately came out, even though it cost me my relationship. She looked so destroyed, there were tears in her beautiful eyes. I run a hand through my messy locks, tugging on it harshly.

I saw my entire future mapped out with her. Marriage, kids, a house on the beach. I would have done everything for her. Now, it's all over. She's never going to look at me again.

I straighten up my posture and quickly walk over to my house. The black mask is still gripped in my hand. God, I'm sick to my stomach.

My feet slowly move up the driveway. I know what the guys are going to say to me, and I'm not prepared for it. I slowly open the front door and step inside.

My eyes focus on the three of them standing around the kitchen table. It looks like they were in deep discussion, until now.

"There he is, everyone. The man of the hour." Bodhi begins to clap his hands. His turtleneck is still on his body.

"Don't start." I lowly mutter.

"Great fucking job, Grayson." He continues on, ignoring my request for him to stop. "I should have known you would get roped into something like this."

"Shut up, Bodhi." I angrily snap at him.

He begins to laugh, a deep husky sound that fills up the quiet house. He throws his head back while mocking me. "Bro, you're fucking an undercover FBI agent."

"This is bad, Gray." Ethan lowly whispers.

"Dude, you rob fucking banks." Bodhi continues to laugh, clearly amused by this.

Bodhi makes my blood boil. He's the reason I'm in this dangerous mess. He's the one that created the "masked phantoms." That's what the news named us, at least. I never wanted to be part of it but I had no choice. Ethan has been completely brainwashed by Bodhi for the past two years. He's the one who terrorizes the people in the banks. The rest of us are his little helpers. If he didn't threaten my family, I would have beat his ass years ago.

"Two damn years." Johnny angrily shakes his head. "We have been escaping the cops for two damn years."

"Everyone just calm down." I mutter with a sigh.

"Calm down? Are you kidding?" Ethan's eyebrows sharply narrow. "This is serious!"

"You act like nothing happened." Johnny says with an aggressive tone.

"Relax, Johnny."

"Don't tell me to relax, Grayson." He quickly rolls his eyes at me. "She's a fucking federal agent!"

"I should have shot her." Bodhi says with a loud yet stern voice.

Anger boils in my core as I turn toward him. "No, you shouldn't have. Don't fucking say that shit."