Black and Grey | Book 1

C h a p t e r 4 4

3 days later...

Grayson's POV:
I couldn't see straight as I screamed. I punched the wall over and over again not noticing that my knuckles were already bruised and bleeding.
It's been 3 days.
Three fucking days since Iris got shot and taken by the Bonatti clan.
I should've kept her safe. She could be dead. They could've killed her and left her body stranded somewhere unknown. It was all my fault.
I couldn't function without her and all I saw was red. I wanted to stab each and every one of them, twisting the blade in until they screamed for mercy. I wanted them to suffer in torture if they even thought about touching Iris.
I punched the wall again and growled, not noticing that I had already created a hole in the wall.
"Grayson stop." I heard a voice and looked to see Ethan.
"Fuck off." I didn't want to see anyone. I was losing my mind.
"You need to calm down." Ethan said and that pissed me off even more.
"Get the fuck out of here Ethan!" I screamed at him and went towards him to punch him. I raised my fist but he caught it and pushed my hand back down.
"Just fucking stop Grayson. Think! Do you really fucking think that they would kill Iris? Do you know how much she is worth? They wouldn't kill her." He said and tried to talk some sense into me. I calmed down slightly, but I was still pissed.
"If they even touch-"
"We get it. You need to rest, your wounds still needs a lot of healing. Get some rest and then come downstairs in a few hours, Marcello is coming up with a plan." He said and pushed me towards my bed.
"No. I'll go after Iris myself." I growled, but he stopped me and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Don't be selfish and do anything that would put her in more danger. You're not thinking straight right now. Go rest." He said and left the room, closing the door behind him.
I was still furious with what happened, but knew that Ethan was right. I sighed sadly as I thought of Iris. She didn't deserve this lifestyle. I shouldn't have treated her like shit.
When we go get her back, I swear that I will protect her at all costs and treat her like she deserves to be treated. Like a fucking queen.

My queen.

I re-dressed my wounds and laid down in my bed. If I hadn't of got shot twice, I would have been able to save Iris. I clenched my fists as I remembered her getting shot.

That night I went to sleep, dreaming of Iris next to me.

Iris' POV:

I opened my eyes and instantly closed them as I felt the sharp sting of sunlight hit my eyes. I opened them again and tried to move, but I was tied to a chair. I groaned as my whole body was in immense pain. I looked down to see that I was in my sports bra and my leggings. I saw the places where I had got shot as they were bandages and also seeping with yellow puss. I had bruises along my arms and it hurt to speak or to even move my mouth.  My head was pounding and I was in need of water. My throat was dry and parched.
I looked around me and noticed that I was in a small room. There was nothing else here apart from a wooden table set out in front of me and across from me, there was a door. There was a small window in the ceiling, the sun shining through, which was hitting me in the face.
Overall, the room was dark and quiet. I didn't hear no noises outside the door either. 
I don't know how many minutes passed, but I heard shuffling of feet at the the door. I raised my head towards the door to see who it was and an unfamiliar face came in. She looked like she was in her late 40s and she came in with a tray filled with all sorts of things. Behind her, in walked Zara and Rico. Zara and the last stayed behind Rico as he came and walked up to me. He lowered his face to mine and smirked. He trailed his finger down the side of my face and I tensed up.
His hand trailed down to my neck and he all of a sudden gripped it tightly. I started choking, my hands scrambling to get his off of my neck.
"Don't try shit with me, I've got you now." He said viciously and let go. I took deep breaths once he had let go of my neck and I winced at how sore it felt. He turned around and nodded at the lady.
"Maria fix her up." He said and left. Maria walked forward and set her tray in the table in front of me. She started unraveling the bandage around me and I guessed she was redressing my wounds. She worked quietly, keeping to herself and not looking at me at all. My eyes travelled up to Zara who had moved closer, but still kept her distance. She was watching Maria doing her job, with her arms crossed, looking curious.
Maria finished dressing my wounds and took her tray and left. Before she left, she stood in front of Zara and nodded her head slightly before leaving. Zara nodded her head back and met my gaze. She stared at me for a moment before going outside of the room. She came back in a few seconds later with a tray in her hand.