Moria still had absolutely no clue what the hell was going on. This stupid island organizes event for its sex slaves? Isn’t being a slave enough? She glanced down at her hands to clear her thoughts. There wasn’t much time for them, as they had a pretty particular situation in the works. “We’ll see what Grayson has to say,” She sent the man a nasty glare before brushing her dark hair out of her face.
Moria watched as Grayson came into the room, “No shit Sherlock,” She grumbled to him, attempting to maintain what was left of her composure. She took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t call it met… But I’d love to hear the story of how you two know each other,” Her shoulders shrugged, “Well, maybe from his,” She pointed to Law, “Point of view,”
At the look he received, Law only gave a baffled expression in response. Did this woman seriously think he wanted to be claimed by Grayson? When the man in question entered the room his eyes pierced into the male and if looks could kill Grayson would be more than six feet under already.
“I suggest you get it out of your head that I, in any way shape or form, plan to take him from you first,” he spoke calmly though he didn’t appreciate the attention she was putting on him. “I believe Saunders can explain things better anyways.” If this was at all part of the plan then Law was testing Grayson to see how easily he would give them away or if he could come up with a suitable explanation. And if it wasn’t, then, the other man could explain his own mess.
Grays shot daggers at the man in front of him, gaze turning to the woman and softening ever so slightly, but harsh none the less. He should have seen this coming. “Keep diggin’ Watson.” Grays hissed at the woman, finger pointing her way. “No, he can shut his damn mouth.” Grays declared, turning back to Law with a grunt. Of course he wasn’t helping him out. Well then, two could play this game. His anger wasn’t going to interfere and cost him his cover. Sure, he might have gone soft for the little brunette currently scowling at him, but that didn’t mean he could trust her. Not yet.
“I ah- I met him earlier. Had a bit of a mouth on him.” The slight curl in Law’s lip caused Grays to smirk triumphantly. “Didn’t want him sittin’ down there, you know? It’s bound to get ‘em in trouble. If he knows better, he’ll behave.” His voice was thick and demanding, the usual tone he’d used while on jobs. With narrowed brows, the man ran his hands through his hair roughly. This week was going to be hell. “Anything else you two have to say? Or am I gonna have to send you back downstairs?”
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