Goodbye! M.Gray

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And John Shelby walked in as Michael had his had his hand between her thighs.

"Tommy is going to kill you if he gets to know that you're having sex in his kitchen" John mumbled calmly through his cigarette not knowing that  the girl was the one he had met before. They broke apart in embarrassment as John just chuckled. The brown haired hurried to pull down her skirt again. "Oh shit it's the pretty one with the pretty eyes" He said directed to someone. That someone was Arthur who appeared behind his brother.

"Oh bloody hell " Kassie mumbled as she awkwardly stood half behind Michael.

"Is this lad bothering you?" Arthur asked stepping forward.

"They were fucking" John informed him as Kassie's cheeks grew crimson red.

"We own him three hundred schilling" Arthur figured out.

"You little shits were betting on me?" Kassie asked looking at him her eyes burning in their flesh.

"Well.." John trailed off as he looked to the floor rather embarrassed.

"Come on" Michael said taking her hand to pull her out of the kitchen. John wanted to let a sassy comment trip of his lips but none came to his mind. The two returned to the party hand in hand making people stare at them including her parents. It wasn't just that the obviously made out. Matthew and Kiara stared at the young man figuring out that it was Henry Johnson.

"It's him" Kiara gasped as she looked at his face. Ya he did look different. Like a gangster today not like a toddler from the countryside with a hard past. No innocence left in his sharp features.

"Kiara, Matthew" He said dearly as he trailed towards them. He shared a hug with Matthew before kissing Kiara's hand like a gentleman.

"And through it all my dear Kassie found back her Henry" Kiara mumble making both of them cringe.

"It's fate mum" Kassie just said as she moved to the bar to get another whiskey. Her smile shone brighter than the sun itself.

"Hey Mum" Michael called out towards the woman Kassie met earlier. A smile was painted on the lips of the brown haired. "This is Kassandra"

"This is your mother?" Kassie asked looking at the pretty curly haired woman again.

"This is my mother" He confirmed. Polly smirked at the girl as her son had no clue they met. Polly thought the wildest things about the two of them.

"We've met" Polly just answered as she blew out the smoke of her cigarette maintaining her expression.

"Mom this is Kassandra, my very, very first love. We've known each other for thirteen years now" Michael said proudly as he squeezed her waist slightly making her skin burn once again.

"What a coincidence" The woman said as she sipped her drink a beautiful smile playing on her lips. "What happened to your parents if I can bother to ask?"

"My father was a serial killer and my mom hung herself" She spoke the truth without any care about the consequences. "Jason Kaine"

"You got yourself a lady of our standard aye? " She said a strong bitterness in her voice as her view onto Kassie changed again.  "Kids, go and have fun before someone gets killed tonight" Finally came out of her mouth as her gaze kept on burning Kassie. Michael smiled and took Kassies hand moving her to the dance floor.

As if nothing could hurt them, they danced. And they danced until the didn't felt their feet anymore. They danced so careless. And they danced and danced til the damn.

Kassie woke up surprisingly early the next morning with a headache for sure torturing her. She cured it with drawing. For at least an hour she had been sitting on the bed drawing with papers that she found in the room. First Michael then Grace then Grace and Tommy then again Michael. The man that she had just loved through the whole night until the sun appeared far away who was still sleeping like a babe.

Her body ached from their previous actions. Kassie had been thinking about their future as well. Too perfect ideas lingered in her mind. But the thought that it would never happen was more painful than it should be.

She would marry Montgomery and Michael would get some whore pregnant. And he was a gangster now. Her sweet Henry was a gangster. And Kassie herself was scared about her true heritage, that slept inside of her; the vile ruthlessness that seemingly flowed through her veins. She didn't ever wanted to kill, see a dead body or even just hurt someone just fearing that she could like it.

"How long have you been fucking sitting there? What time is it?" Michael groaned as he started moving pulling the blanket over his body as the cold reached him. Kassie chuckled as he looked like a puppy.

"Lunch is in half an hour" She explained as she took down her things to sit on Michael's lap. Her eyes followed her fingers as they traced over his jawline.

"Fucking hell" He managed to say
through the blanket. Kassies sweet laugh brought him out of the hiding spot.

"Come on I am hungry and your family is way more entertaining than you since you look like you died a few hours ago" She chuckled as she stood up to get into a skirt and a blouse.

"You look gorgeous either" He groaned again as he got up to get dressed. "You're still drawing? You got even fucking better" Michael figured out as he saw what she had done.

"For sure I wouldn't ever stop. That's the only thing I'm good at" She look at him as he got dressed.

"You're pretty good at fucking as well, better than you used to be" A laugh escaped her at those words.

"Same to you. Way better. How many whores had you? And you evolved" She locked eyes with him as her arms snaked around his neck. "Physically"

"Oh what pleasure to hear that from Misses Kayne or is it Burgess or should it be Gray? "