“You’re so screwed.” G.D.
Your lip was split, you had lost feeling in your arms a long time ago, and you were pretty sure you had more than a few bruises but you weren’t scared. Sore? Yes, but never scared. Even while strapped to a chair and surrounded by a half a dozen guys with guns, you didn’t even feel remotely scared.
If anything, you were amused.
The door slammed open to the side, a man you knew well walked through the door. A spineless coward.
“You!” He pointed a shaking finger in your face, his word sounding like a hissing kitten.
“Oh,” you leaned back, the picture of relaxed. “I didn’t think you were going to show up, Joe.”
“Shut the fuck up!” He screamed, the ring on his hand cutting deep into your cheek as he backhanded you. “You speak when I tell you to speak!”
You met his gaze with a fierce glare as you bit the inside of your cheek in an effort to stay quite.
“What did you tell them?” Joey asked, his voice quivering slightly at the end.
Cocking an eyebrow, you widened your eyes innocently, “Whatever do you mean, Joey?”
“You know what I mean,” he glared. “The Dolan Twins! What did you tell the Dolan Twins?”
“Lots of things,” you shrugged. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
Your sassy remark was met by another hard smack, this one causing your vision to blur momentarily.
“What did you tell them about me?” You could practically smell the fear coming off of Joe now as he paced.
It was amusing to see him try to hide the wild look in his eyes, the way his body trembled. You knew from the moment you met Joey that he wasn’t to be trusted. You even went as far as to tell Grayson in his study the night before. You had even remembered your mission, what Grayson has trusted you to do.
“Angel, find out what he’s hiding, who he’s working for and get back to me.” Grayson had whispered into your ear, his fingers digging into your ass. He then pulled back and pressed a rough kiss against your mouth.“Do you understand?”
“You know,” your voice was a little raspy as you peeked back up at Joe from under your lashes, “I don’t remember.”
Joey’s lip pulled up into a snarl. “Bullshit. You’re Grayson’s little whore and closes informant, whatever he knows he got it from you.”
You couldn’t help but grin. While it was true, Grayson did hold your heart and you’d do anything to keep the Dolan Mafia standing, you wouldn’t exactly call yourself his “whore” and the slim silver band on your left hand said otherwise.
Before you could answer, there was a loud blast that shook the building. Your grin grew wider as you met Joey’s eyes and watched as the panic truly set in.
“You’re so screwed,” you chuckled, shaking your head.
Joey’s face twisted into several emotions: fear, anger, panic, and finally desperation. You watched as he barked orders, more than half his men looking like they’d bolt any second.
Another blast sounded, this one much closer and you could now make out the sound of gunfire.
“He’s coming and he’s not going to be too happy that you damaged his precious wife,” you tsked, shaking your head.
As if he had heard you, the door to your room opened with a bang. The men in the room jumped at the sound, half turning their guns to the door while the remaining pointed to your head.
In the doorway stood Grayson clothed in a S.W.A.T.-like uniform. His eyes took in the room, analyzing his chances. When his hazel orbs landed on you, they darkened to an almost black, fury bubbling behind them.
“Joey,” Grayson greeted, his tone low and deadly as he took a step closer.
“Don’t,” Joey’s voice was shrill and high as he pressed his own gun against your temple. “Don’t come any closer or I’ll blow your wife’s brains out.”
You could see Grayson’s muscles tense, his jaw clenching as he nodded and took a step back. “I really wish you wouldn’t point that at her.”
“Shut up!” Joe screamed, you could feel the cold metal pressing against your temple shake. “Here’s what’s going to happen: You’re going to let us go, you’re not going to follow us or I’ll kill her. I swear to fucking God I will kill her.”
Someone behind you began to untie you from the chair. You were then pulled up to a standing position, your hands still tightly bound behind you. Joey’s rough hand gripped your elbow and dragged you closer to him.
It was quite for a moment before Grayson shook his head slowly. “I can’t let you take her.”
With a sly grin, you suddenly stomped your foot hard on Joey’s while throwing your head back. You could hear the crack as your head met his nose. Your instincts kicked in quickly as you dropped to the ground and rolled. Shots were fired both ways as you tumbled to the side.
The men dropped like flies behind you while Joey’s painful cry followed quickly after. You rolled onto the balls of your feet, wincing slightly at the pain in your legs from being strapped to the chair.
A warm arm gently wrapped around your waist and pulled you against a strong body to support your weight. Your arms were released from behind you as Grayson quickly sliced through the rope.
“I’m sorry,” Grayson muttered softly, his voice low as he pressed his face into your hair. He took a deep, shuttering breath as he tightened his hold on you. “I’m sorry you got hurt, my love.”
Grayson pulled back from you, regret shining in his eyes as he dragged his fingers lightly against your bruised cheek. At that moment, Joey’s wimpers cut through your reunion. You saw the switch in Grayson immediately, his soft eyes turning hard and cold, his lip turned down into a scowl. Slowly and carefully, Grayson released you to turn to the man cradling his bleeding hand in the corner of the room.
“You fucking snake,” Grayson growled, sending a shiver down your spine. In seconds, Grayson had Joey held against the wall, his fist pounding into Joey’s face repeatedly. “How fucking dare you touch her! I told you, I fucking told you that crossing me wasn’t going to end well for you.”
While Grayson continued his assault, Ethan came flying through the door. He’s face rippled with anger as they took in your state. Stalking over to Grayson, he pulled his brother back.
Grayson let out a roar, pivoting on his feet to lash out at his brother. “Get off me! I’m going to kill that son of a bitch!”
“You can’t kill him, not yet! We need to know who he’s working for.” Ethan reasoned, looking to you. “And Y/N is hurt. I’ll handle Joey.”
“My wife,” Grayson whispered, “he hurt my wife.”
Ethan leaned in and said something to Grayson so quietly that you couldn’t hear. Grayson had given a stiff nod before turning toward you, leaving Ethan to deal with Joe.
“How are you holding up, baby?” He asked quietly as he got closer to you.
“I’ve been better,” you said jokingly.
Grayson tried to smile for you, it quickly broke though as he leaned down to pick you up. “Let’s get you home.”
“I can walk,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he cradled you against his chest.
“I know,” Grayson muttered, “but I’d rather hold you.”
When you were finally in the car, Grayson had refused to let you go. You smiled softly, resting your head against his collar bone. “Thank you for finding me.”
“I’m sorry you were taken,” Grayson said, his voice gruff as he burrowed his face into your neck. “I shouldn’t have given you that mission. It was too dangerous. When you agreed to marry me, I told you I’d keep you safe-“ His voice broke.
“Hey,” you pulled back, cupping Grayson’s face between your hands. You waited until he looked into your eyes before you started. “I did this kind of stuff before we married, I accepted the mission, I knew what could happen. It’s our life, Gray, this is what we do.”
Grayson shook his head slightly, “I’m not sending you out again.”
“Grayson!” You gasped, “How can you-“
“I can’t,” Grayson cracked, his eyes glossy. “I can’t do that again. To hear that you were taken, to not know where you were, to have to walk into that room and see you like that, I can’t do it. I love you and I need you to be safe.”
You could see how this had affected him but you also knew he couldn’t guarantee safety. Especially when you were the wife of a mob boss like him. However, you knew he would die before allowing you to be hurt again. You could see it in his eyes as well that he wasn’t going to budge.
The change was instant, Grayson’s body seemed to deflate with relief. “Thank you.”
Carefully, Grayson pressed his lips against yours. He pulled back quickly as you winced, the cut on your lip burning. But, you refused to let him retreat and instead pressed your lips hard against his. You felt him tense before sinking into you. You shifted so that you could straddle him, Grayson’s large hands running up your thighs and around your back.
“I love you, Grayson,” You sighed, allowing Grayson to help grind your hips into his.
“God, I missed you,” Grayson groaned.
“Then show me how much you missed me,” you smirked, the need for Grayson much more important than your sore body.
