05 - wave of remembrance

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Thursday, July 21st

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Thursday, July 21st

The face of the man we bumped into changes from annoyed to shocked instantly once he takes a look at who he's standing in front of. The thing is, he doesn't seem to be shocked at all by me.

"Grayson?" the man utters.

I glance at Grayson, who looks like he had just seen a ghost.

He continues, "I haven't seen you in... forever. I'm still so sorry about what happened, I hope you've forgiven me since then."

Grayson does nothing but turns to me and mumbles, "Can we leave, please?" He almost sounds like he's begging.

The atmosphere shifts quickly, and the man scoffs. "I see what's going on here, you've moved up the ladder, huh?"

"And you're working with Cromwell now? Seems as if there was nothing left for you after we rid the streets of the Scorpions." Grayson snaps, coming face to face with him. "Besides I haven't moved up any 'ladder'."

"Come on Grayson, anyone can tell you've fucked your way up to get by his side." The man spits.

I cut in. "So what if he has?" I look down on the man; he's only slightly taller than Grayson. "From the looks of you, it doesn't seem like you're in any position to have an opinion on who he's fucking." I assert, spitting my insult with a low voice.

Grayson's eyes shoot wide open, aghast that I would even stand up for him. The man on the other hand, is shooting daggers right into my eyes. It's clear that I did, indeed, strike a nerve.

"I see you've met my head bodyguard, Mateo." Cromwell comes up from behind with his disgusting cigar in hand. "Let them through, Perez."

The man bites back his frustration before responding with, "Yes sir." He moves out of the way, eyeing Grayson as we pass by.

"Enjoy your pretty boy, Hirai. Before I do." Cromwell calls from behind.

I glare over my shoulder at a smirking Cromwell as we start to walk away. I wrap my hand around Grayson's waist, allowing him to walk next to me and pulling him away from the other men.

This time, he doesn't snap at me to take my hand off. He most likely more worried about getting the fuck out of this building.

As we finally leave the restaurant and walk towards the car, I let go of him, but he never looks up from the gravel.

I hesitate before asking, "Who was that?"

He rushes over to the car, stopping in front of the passenger side door. "He's a fucking dick."

"An old friend, or an ex, I'm assuming?" I ask, wondering if I'm pushing his limits.

"Something like that." He grimaces, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat. I grasp the handle of the driver side door, pausing before opening it.

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