Dark Places (ONGOING)

Ex

*Jackson Greyson*
(Trying a new pov)

Angry. I am angry and I know that Octavia is too. That is why it was probably a good idea we left when we had the chance. I just wonder why they didn't tell us sooner. I mean I understand that we do have short tempers but I'm sure we both would have been less angry if they would have just told us the truth.

Don't get me wrong, I knew everyone coming to stay with us was weird and I should have figured it out sooner because I am the American Don. I am disappointed in myself for not learning this sooner.

I know sometimes I'm super cold towards people and then other times I am in a hyper mood. Octavia will always bring out my good side though, we have always had an understanding with each other. Our cold personalities balance us out. Kinda reminds me of math, a negative times a negative equals a positive.

It's our last day here before we have to go back home. That first night we had stayed here, it had felt super weird but when she cuddled herself into my side and expressed how she didn't want this to ruin us. Octavia and I have always loved each other but never in a relationship type of way. She has always been like a sister to me and I've always been a brother to her.

We're best friends and nothing in the world could ever change that.

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*Octavia*

It's time to go home, I don't want to go home. I do however miss Evangelos and my Papa so the sooner I get back the sooner I can talk to them.

After our car ride back to the mansion we were both exhausted, the car ride felt longer than it did on the way there. When we got closer to the gates we see the guards laying in a pool of their own blood. We park by the gates, getting all of our weapons just in case we have to fight once we walk into whatever we are about to walk into.

Jackson pulls up the security cameras, there are at least almost fifty men. I know Jackson and I can do this though. Everyone is tied up, sitting in the living room. I believe it's the Irish as we have been having problems.

Jackson enters from the back of the mansion while I enter from the front. I hear gunshots echo throughout the mansion, I see dead bodies laying everywhere. I notice a lot of the bodies belong to the intruders, I guess they put up a good fight. As I walk closer to the living room I can hear someone speaking aggressively.

When I arrived right outside of the door separating them from me, I can hear who is holding them hostage more clearly. It's Blake Martin, the British Don, my abusive ex-boyfriend, and lastly the man who unknowingly killed our unborn child. I have never told anyone about me being pregnant, not even Jackson. I guess the only person who knows was the doctor who told me I had miscarried when I had to go get my injuries looked at after he beat me.

I hear Blake demanding, "Where is she?" They can't exactly rat me out if they never knew where I was in the first place. I know Jackson is making his way here, killing off the intruders as he goes. I put my gun in my waistband behind my back and made sure I had all of my knives secured to me. And with that, I just walked in like he wasn't trying to beat my location out of my family.

"Heyy guys," I enthusiastically said as I walked in, Blakes's guards pointing their guns towards me. "Sorry I left so suddenly I needed to blow off some steam," I said carelessly, picking at my nails.

"Babe, seriously? You just don't even acknowledge me?" Blake asks me incredulously, confusing a lot of people in the room by calling me 'Babe' it makes me feel gross actually. I can't believe I actually thought he loved me. "Oh Blake, what are you doing here?" I ask him carelessly. I really don't know why he's here, my best bet is he has aligned himself with the Irish.

"Well, I thought it was time that you came home. My father was really against the idea so I tied him up and brought him with me, you know so I can guarantee you won't attempt to kill me," he says like his father didn't literally love me.

I just sigh, looking him in the eyes," Admit it Blake, your Father loves me. It was you he didn't love, especially after he found out what you did to me," I tell him trying to stall so he doesn't try to take this out on my family. I should probably just end his miserable life.

I take out my gun and quickly shoot the three guards that were in the room, directly in their heads. "I see you can still aim perfectly," Blakes says smirking before that evil smirk disappears and his face turns cold. "Were you ever going to tell me?" he asks coldly, I don't even know what he is talking about. The only thing he doesn't know is about Evangelos being my boyfriend, my contract to Jackson, and of course, the baby thing but no one would have told him. I am almost sure that he didn't know about me going to that clinic for my injuries.

"Tell you what? The marriage?" I ask him confused. He laughs a malicious laugh. "No, about the baby," he states. How did he find out about that? Unless I was followed there, was I?

"What is he talking about?" Papa asks me. I don't know what to tell him so I just mumble out a quiet 'Nothing' I'm not even sure he heard me.
"Go on Octavia tell them, tell them about what happened that night. Tell them what you never even told me," he yells at me making me flinch. I hate this, I have barely flinch in a very long time and the one time he yells at me again, I flinch.

Papa, Oliver, and Zelda know about the cheating and abuse but not the rest. "I can't Blake," as soon as I said that another one of his guards drag his father in. How could he do this to his own Father?

"Don't tell him anything that you don't want to Tavia, he doesn't deserve the satisfaction." Stephan, his Father states before Blake shot him in the knee. "Stop," I yell at Blake making him point the gun to Stephans head.

Blake knows I couldn't let him hurt Stephan, he was good to me and we were close.

"I wasn't that far along and when I found out I was going to tell you. You came home later than usual but I still stayed up to tell you, when you walked in there were lipstick stains on your neck and your shirt, we got into a fight over it and you beat the life out of me. After you went to bed I grabbed anything that gave you a hint of my pregnancy and I left, went to a small clinic that I was sure you had no control over." I spoke coldly, not looking away from his eyes. I wanted to see every emotion that he was feeling. I hope he hurts inside.

"The doctor told me  I had lost my baby and I only had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a broken wrist. That was only the important injuries, there were bruises around my throat and arms, gashes on my eyebrow and lip from you punching me. You knew I wouldn't fight back, I was still kind of traumatized from the Irish holding me and the twins captive," I finish, I don't look at Evangelos. I don't want to see what his reaction is, he'll probably leave me.

"And care to tell us all why you never told me and by the look on their faces they didn't know either," Blake says smugly. I can't even decipher if he even cares that his unborn baby is dead.

Jackson sure did take his sweet time but I see him quietly come into the room by the other door on the other side of the room. He slit the guard's throat that had brought Stephan in before shooting Blake in the back of both of his knees.

As soon as Blake went down I grabbed his gun and untied Stephan, checking him for injuries. I really did get close to this man, he was like an uncle to me. I knocked Blake out with his own gun before I told Jackson to untie everyone.

I tie Blake up before plopping down on the sofa beside Stephan and Jackson sat down on my other side. We both throw our heads back and groan. "I think this is the most we've ever killed on our rampages," Jackson says, I laugh. "Well duh, we haven't done it in awhile and then my crazy ex broke in and tied up our family," I reply, Jackson laughs a little and yawns.

"Are we talking about this now or should we shower and get ready to go to a safe house?" I ask because if were being honest here, I need a shower and I need to privately talk to Evangelos.

"Shower and pack, I guess we can go to Greece. You were already attacked in Italy and now in America, I'm sure the Irish are just waiting for Octavia to go there so I think we should go to Greece," Collin, Evangelos' Father suggests.

Everyone agrees and we all stand to leave, I take my knife from Jackson, he really thought I wouldn't notice that my favorite knife was in fact not with me? He's lucky I love him.

I nod my head to Evangelos to follow me and he does.