Careful, Love

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"I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't ask to be involved with...with..." I trail off, trying to come up for a word to describe the enigma of the situation I've landed myself in.

"The mafia. I believe the word you're looking for is the mafia."

Hearing the words out in the open makes me recoil from his touch, stumbling backwards into another wall-like chest. But the words don't come from the man standing in front of me. Whipping myself around with widened eyes, I find myself in the now-cold stare of Grayson himself.

"Get away from me!" I yell. "I'm done with your games. You're the one who tore me from my family. You're the one who dragged me into this sick, twisted, lifestyle. And now I'm the one who has to pay for it."

Grayson takes slow steps towards me until he is standing less than a few inches in from of my heaving chest. His piercing gaze and calm voice keeps my feet planted in their place. "Careful, love. You played with fire and now we're the only ones protecting you from getting burnt."