Illicit Beauty

Trois

    "Learn some respect?!" Greyson nearly shouted, "That idiot just pushed me over a railing!"
    "One, you were not the only one who fell, I watched you land on each other. Two, my son is far from being an idiot. He's probably smarter than you'll ever be." The man chuckled. "If you treat any of my men or even my children the way you treated your peers, I will not hesitate to kill you," he continued, folding his hands together and placing his chin on them. "Killing you would be a waste, so let's avoid doing so."
    "If you want me to respect your children, perhaps teach them to do the same," Greyson scolded, folding his arms across his chest. "And that applies to your men as well."
    "Yes, I will admit that what Alexander did was uncalled for," he explained, scooting his seat back and standing. "However, you should not have pretended to be asleep and then proceed with your plan to escape."
    Greyson rolled his eyes hard and groaned. "I've been awake for like half an hour and I'm already annoyed." Although, Greyson shut up real quick once he saw the man pull out a gun and point it at his head.
    "Say one more word and I will pull the trigger," the man threatened as he placed the tip of the gun under Greyson's chin and used it to lift up his head. "You are in Moreau territory now, act like it." Greyson nodded but not because he was afraid, he no longer felt like speaking with the man.
     Isn't Moreau the last name of the French Mafia boss?, Greyson thought to himself, yet still not growing afraid.
     "Now, let's get to know each other, shall we?" the man cleared his throat and sat back down.
"I am Alessandro Moreau but you will call me Mister Moreau until further notice. My wife who you will meet later is Chanel Moreau, also known as a beautiful French model. I have four children including Evangeline and Alexander, Evangeline being the oldest of all four."
    Greyson let out a prevoking laugh, "Do you keep the other two locked up in cages?"
    "Of course not," Alessandro explained. "Max and Josette are simply too young to get involved in any family business. My wife has her eye on them most of the time and Alex enjoys babysitting them for whatever reason."
    "How old is Evangeline?" Greyson asked, completely dodging Alessandro's words.
    "Nineteen, why?"
    "Is she single?"
    "Don't even think about it, little boy," Alessandro glared. "Besides, she probably has too much on her hands to deal with someone other than her brother."
    "Alright then," Greyson chuckled. "How old is Alex?"
    "How desperate are you?"
    "Just answer the question."
    "Alexander is seventeen and definitely not a homosexual," Alessandro didn't know if this was true, but then again, Alex never showed interest in anyone.
    "Whatever," Greyson rolled his eyes, "are we done with this yet?"
    "Not quite yet, you haven't told me about yourself," Alessandro narrowed his eyes at Greyson but was no longer glaring.
    "Uhm... my name is Greyson Evans, I'm 18, and I'm a virgin," Greyson laughed. It was quite shocking how he was one of the biggest fuckboy's at his school but had never had sex.
    "Why would you tell me that you're a virgin?" Alessandro questioned, raising a brow.
    Greyson shrugged before answering, "Maybe I was hoping that would make up for all of the disrespect I've shown, who knows?" Alessandro only sighed before standing from his seat once more and walking around his desk, making his way to the door.
    "Follow me, Greyson," Alessandro demanded as he held open one of the large doors. "You're going to meet your new... co-workers."