The nerd can fight?

Part 26

Xanders POV

I waited for Grace to cool off before going into her I had learnt the hard way not to talk to her until she has had some time to herself. I laughed thinking of the time I walked in on her before being hit in the face with a pillow and a rather loud telling off.

I slowly walked upstairs bracing myself for the worst. I will never get between that girl and her sleep however we have an important topic to talk about with her, the French. Yes you heard me right the French. They had stolen my shipment last night which meant about £2.3 million. 6 of my men died last night trying to recover what was stolen. I needed to hold a meeting with my trusted men. I have my suspicions I have a mole within my gang and I am willing to get to the bottom of who it is.

I knocked gently on the door before entering. I smiled at the scene in front of me before slowly walking into her room. I slowly sat down on the bed before Pirate started to stir. When he realised someone was in the room he stood over Grace protectively before settling down when he realised it was me.

I nudged grace gently.

"Princessa, Come on we have to go" I whispered. She rolled over on to the other side of the bed before turning with her back towards me. I slowly lied down in the other side of the bed pulling out her laptop. I stuck my USB stick in it and worked from her bed.

As much as I needed to go in I wanted to keep Grace happy and if by getting more sleep then so be it. I was halfway through the work I had to do when Grace started shifting in her sleep. She rolled over onto me hugging me closely.

I gently put her head in my lap after moving the laptop. I watched her face contort until finally went back in a peaceful look. I gently stroked her hair before drifting off to sleep myself. I had never slept so soundly in my life even when I was exhausted.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of screaming and gunshots. I jolted awake however couldn't seem to find Grace. I started to panic before grabbing my gun and walking over carefully to the door. It's not everyday that you get woken up by gunshots with nothing but the screams of the ones who you love echoed round the house. When I cracked the door open Grace was stood in front of the door fighting with someone.

"Move you stupid bitch" He yelled at her

"Right will do" She said smirking. With that she jumped over the banister of the stairs while taking the man between her legs and letting him fall to the ground bellow. There was a sickening crunch and then nothing no screams or groans.

"Nice of you to join the party here" She said chucking me a bullet proof vest.

"What's happening" I yelled over the noise of guns going off.

"Owens men launched a surprise attack on us we're winning but I have a feeling Owen has backup so be carful" she said hopping over the banister and landing on someone's back.

"Guess I really fell for you huh" She said laughing. Only Grace would make a joke at a time like this when her life was in danger. I figured out that she didn't care if she got hurt but the ones she cared about was a different story. I chuckled once more before going into the fight.

"Ahhhhhh Xander so nice of you to join the fight and here I thought you were going to leave this one to your girlfriend."

"I don't hide behind innocent lives" I said approaching Owen with confidence.

"She's hardly innocent now is she. Has she told you about her grand-" He didn't get to finish before Grace shot him in the leg and then his arm.

"Like I said the last time don't bring my family into the gang business you were the ones in the wrong not us so I suggest you shut you fat mouth before I shoot you again" Grace yelled. It was rare that Grace loose her cool like however when it happened it was for a valid reason.

"Take him down to the cells we'll interrogate later. My parents are coming later so this place needs to be blood free" I said before turning to Grace who wasn't there however the door banged shut and it gave me an idea of where she went.

Graces POV

I recognise Owens face the first time I had seen him in the meeting room. I thought I could try to hold back the memories from all those years ago however some scars are hard to heal and some never close at all.

My grandfather and I were best friends we told each other everything so when I turned 13 my grandfather told me about his job. Throughout all the years of being his granddaughter I had always wondered what he did for a job. But whenever he tried to explain it my grandmother would tell him he can't tell me.

Flashback

"Grandfather what is your job I mean you say it could be dangerous to know but I think I can handle it don't you" I asked looking away from his newspaper my Grandfather looked into my eyes before calling me over.

"Grace my darling if I told you I would have to shoot you" At the time I didn't know he was serious but little old me laughed before begging him.

My Grandmother walked in with a kind smile before walking over and putting a hand on my Grandfathers shoulder while smiling down at me. I smiled back not knowing she was also involved with my Grandfathers work. Soon after my father called me home and my Grandfather walked me back. At first all I heard was yelling but then the gunshots were heard.

My Grandfather quickly pulled me into an ally way before covering me up with his coat. It was black so it hid me well in the darkness. To this day his coat is something I still wear on a regular if I have a mission to go out and do.

"Well if it isn't Dan, Dan the man" The tallest of the men said. My Grandfather nodded at them before pulling something out his back pocket slowly. That something was a gun I still have it to this day my Grandfather said he wanted me to have it. I still use it today. Turns out the only reason Owen figured out I was my Grandfathers heir was because of the gun, the rings and my fighting technique. The very same gun that my Grandfather shot Owen with. After that my Grandfather was killed and Owen spotted me but blacked out before he could reach me.

No one knew this story not even my parents so when I reached home I locked myself in my room and wasted away before turning to street fighting. From then on it had been my home away from home and now I can't even go there not that it was stopping me today. It was the last thing my Grandfather ever taught me and it stuck after he passed.