killer, gbd (EDITING)

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Wordlessly, I walk up to him and hold my wrists up. I keep my face straight, he watches me closely as he unlocks each cuff. I don't take my eyes off of his. "Looks like those were a bit tight," His thumb grazes a raised welt on my wrist.

"Yeah, they were," I brung my hand back and smack him across the face. Shocked, his head twists and his jaw drops. "Now what the fuck do they want from me?"

Grayson's hand hovers over his hurt cheek, but his head gradually turns to meet my gaze. "I deserved that," He admits. My eyes narrow.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." My upper lip raises in distaste as I watch a red handprint raise from his tanned skin.

"They are waiting upstairs," A slight tilt of his head leads me to believe that I should follow him. He walks away from me, and I am left without a choice.

Grayson leads me to the same room as before, but when I enter this time, I don't take a seat. The look on Grayson's face earns several raised brows.

"Lovely to see you again, my dear." The bearded man says. "Now that you have my trust, I will lay out a plan for you and Dolan, here."

"Ready when you are," I cross my arms over my chest and stand close to the door. Occasionally, I glance to the other men in the room, making sure that they keep their distance.

"A recruiter from another safe house is very interested in you both and would like for you to work from his post." He glances between Grayson and I. I knew I would be transferred elsewhere, and being directed by anyone but the the man standing in front of me would be a relief.

"So we head there, how far?" Grayson says.

"Not so fast, I have a team out on a mission currently to retrieve data for your new director. My agents were going to fly out to him to deliver it personally. But seeing that you two are on your way over there, why don't the both of you meet them at the collection point and take the data from there?" He smiles at us and I roll my eyes.

"We don't work for you," I say, confused as to why we haven't left yet.

"Oh no, Grayson does, and seeing that you are his new partner, you work for me before you are transferred to someone else." He corrects, Mason tenses in his seat, watching me closely.

"No, I work alone, and I sure as shit don't work for you." Grayson takes a deep breath and pushes his hair from his face.

"De Luca's death dropped you into my command. You will obey or you will be terminated." His eyes narrow and his knuckles turn white around the corners of the table. "You will work alongside Dolan. That is final."

"Anymore requests, you highness?" His lips curl at the bitterness.

"That would be all, don't kill one another." He nods, lifting his hands from the table to clasp the in front of himself.

"When do we depart?" Grayson asks, pushing a finger into the side of his jaw. The urge to scream comes over me, but I grit my teeth to keep my temper at bay.

"Now." He says, gesturing to the door with his frail fingers. I take a final glance around the room and turn on my heel. I push through the door before I know the Grayson is following, because I'd prefer it if he just stayed here.

I try not to let my temper get the best of me, but grit my teeth until my jaw hurts, despite it. The front door is left without guards, so my exit is easy.

I jog down the steps, but my arm is caught when I reach the last one. I whip around quickly, ready to swing. But Grayson holds his other hand up in defence. His jaw is set and his eyes show the regret I wanted to see hours ago.