I was jealous. Jealous of some slüt that Greyson probably never even had any connection with. "I-I don't know. I just....She pissed me off." Greyson came closer to me. "Alaina, I can see a little green monster on your shoulder. You have nothing to worry about. I don't see her that way. I only see you." He cupped my cheek, and kissed my forehead. "Greyson...." I had to ask. "How many women here have you slept with......" He closed his eyes and pulled away from me.


"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." I looked down. "I-I'm not proud of the man I was before. My father didn't even think I was capable of taking over the gang. It was just parties, women and alcohol to me. Every night, I would wake up with women in my bed. Stella being one of them almost every night. I've made mistakes. Mistakes that I regret. But they've all led me to you, and I don't regret that one bit. You're changing me Alaina and as much as I want to hate it, I can't. You're making me soft." He took my hand in his and kissed my fingertips. "I have demons. I have a rough past. I'm a cold ruthless monster. I want you for all the wrong reasons Alaina. I am a selfish man. I cannot let you go. I'm selfish Alaina. I'm a monster." He kneeled down, and hugged my knees. This is a side of Greyson I have never seen before. "Greyson...." I stroked his hair. "Everyone has a rough past. I have demons of my own. Everyone makes mistakes...." He looked at me. "Stay Alaina...."

"I'm here." He stood up, and brought my face closer to him. He pressed his lips against mine. I clutched onto his shirt. He pulled me closer. My heart fluttered in my chest. He took my hand and placed it over his heart. "You do this to me." A knock sounded on the door. Greyson sighed, and went to open the door. Adam stood there. "Father wants to see you both." He nodded and looked back at me. "Come Alaina." He held his hand out to me. I grabbed it, and followed him out. Greyson walked down a long hallway, and stopped in front of a big oak door. He knocked, and looked down at me. "You have nothing to be afraid of."

"Accedere." Greyson opened the door and let me walk in first.  He walked behind me and closed the door. "Ah Alaina, it's nice to finally meet you. We've met before but I didn't properly introduce myself. I am Marco Vincenzo -Kennmore, please, have a seat." He motioned to the chair in front of him. I looked at Greyson and he nodded. I sat down, and looked around the office. "Beautiful office you have sir." He just smiled warmly. "I understand you're confused about all of this, but I assure you, you are in great care." I felt Greyson's hand on my thigh. "I assume Greyson has told you some things about us and what we do?" I nodded slowly. "Good, first, you have to accept the Code of Omertà meaning a code of silence about criminal activity and a refusal to give evidence to any authorities. Although we have a lot of them on our side, there are some you cannot trust. Being that you are with Greyson, if you betray us, we will not hesitate to kill you." My heart started thumping fast.

"Whoever appeals to the law against his or her fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of her or himself without police protection is both. It is cowardly to betray an offender to justice, even though his offenses be against yourself, as it is not to avenge an injury by violence. It is dastardly and contemptible in a wounded man to betray the name of his assailant, because if he recovers, he must naturally expect to take vengeance her or himself. Am I understood Ms. Spencer?" I nodded. "Yes sir." He stood up and held his hand out. I shook his hand, and looked to Greyson. "Now that the hard part is out of the way, we have to talk about your parents and their part of the fortune." Fortune? Greyson never mentioned any fortune to me. "Of course you didn't know about that. I've asked Greyson to keep quiet about it. Your parents were second in command, you might not remember us because you were only a baby, but you and your parents lived here up until you were 2 years old, and then you guys were put in one of our safe homes. But your parents left money to you in their will which only you have access to. In time you will know the code to the safe box where their will is." Wow. My parents left me money? Why am I just now finding out about it?" I ran my fingers through my hair. "For now, you are living with Greyson, but there is soon to be a war over you, so be aware Alaina, you are to not go anywhere without Greyson, Adam or any of our trusted men. You are apart of our family now, and we value family over anything."

"I understand sir." He chuckled. "Please, call me Marco. You sound like a slave calling me sir." I chuckled weirdly and ran my fingers through my hair again. "Quella bella anima, come potrebbe essere stata uno spogliarellista con una bella anima?"

He looked at Greyson while saying this. "Era troppo pura per me pari. Sono un uomo egoista e l'ho voluta. Nessuno può averla"

"Make me proud son." Greyson nodded, and took my hand in his. I stood up, and followed him out. "We will be seeing more of you Ms. Spencer." Greyson pulled me out of the room, and down the stairs again. He was oddly quiet as he stepped out onto the porch steps. "Greyson? Are you okay?" He looked down at me and gave a small smile. "Have you ever been out of the country before?" I raised an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a no. I want you to accompany me on my trip to Italy. I have a few things to take care of there." Italy!? "And I will not take no for an answer Ms. Spencer." I sighed. "Well then I guess you know what my answer is." He came closer to me. "I want to hear you say it." He was so close, our lips almost touched. I could feel his breath fanning over my lips.

"Yes..." I let out in a soft whisper. He brushed his lips against mine and kissed my forehead. "Good girl. Come, our flight leaves in 3hrs and we have a 2hr drive ahead of us." He led me down to the car, stopping to punch in the gate code. Italy in 3 hours with just Greyson? A smile formed on my face. I'm actually excited to go.

Accedere- Enter
Quella bella anima, come potrebbe essere stata uno spogliarellista con una bella anima?- That beautiful soul, how could it have been a stripper with a beautiful soul?
Era troppo pura per me pari. Sono un uomo egoista e l'ho voluta. Nessuno può averla- It was too pure for me. I am a selfish man and I wanted it. Nobody can have it



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