Broken Souls. |G.D.|

Broken Souls. |G.D.|

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Dolan Twins
"Don't you ever try to get inside my head," Grayson snarled, slamming me against the wall. My breath hitched in my throat as I stared into his hazel eyes that were cold, that showed no emotion other than anger. I felt his grip on my wrist tighten causing me wince in irritation. "Gray-" "I don't play mind games like everyone else, I don't need someone like you messing with my head." Grayson fired back once more before letting me go, walking away to his expensive car. For a moment, I couldn't let my gaze tear away from him but I turned my attention to my wrists that started turning bluish almost purple from Gray's strong grip. Maybe everyone was right, Grayson was too much to handle, too hard to love, to even be around. But, I wanted them to be wrong, I wanted them to realize Grayson Dolan wasn't always the bad guy.
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