Page 74 of Aching for His Discretion

“Grayson. Baby?” I yelled as I noticed a few of my windows were opened.

Could he have escaped? Where could he be? Am I just hallucinating? Trying to block the fact that my kitty is dead in the next room?

After a minute had passed of pure silence, I let out the heaviest sigh of relief as I heard a small meow from my closet.

Running over, I opened the bin he hid in when my brothers last visited and cried ugly tears as he jumped into my arms, shaking badly.

“G-good boy, my baby, good boy! I can’t believe you’re okay,” I sobbed uncontrollably as I held him closer to me, kissing his face as my lips wobbled. He had tears in his eyes, and I felt my heart clench as I held him closer, rocking him slightly.

He lay in my arms, and I thanked God for giving me brothers that treated me horribly. Had they not, my baby would have never known how to hide on his own. I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket and held my baby to my chest. Dialing the number, I called the only person I could.

“Tesoro,”he said over the phone, and I immediately started sobbing.

“I’m coming over right now. I’ll fucking kill that private investigator—”he began, and I cut him off.

“There’s a dead cat in my living room,” I whispered, and he paused his movements.

“Don’t tell me… Grayson. Fuck,”he said, and I shook my head.

“No, no, he’s okay. I-I just… please, Levi. I’m so scared. I found my door open with a note near the cat, and—and… just please come. Please,” I pleaded, and I heard him say a few words in Italian to one of the guys.

“You stay right there. John will come up, take the cat and guard the door. Don’t move, do you understand me?”hesaid with complete dominance that I wouldn’t dare defy.

“Yes. Please hurry,” I begged, and he cursed again, hearing my desperate plea for him to rescue me.

“I will be there as soon as I can, Tesoro. Stay on the phone with me. I’ll be right there.”

I nodded and wiped away my tears as I snuggled my kitty closer.

I jumped slightly as I heard a few footsteps in my living room. I tried to remain calm and relaxed entirely as Mr. John entered my bedroom.

“Come wait for him where I can see you. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

I nodded quickly as I went out to the living room and looked away from the black trash bag on the floor. Holding my kitty closer, I heard heavy footsteps through the hall as John stood with the bag in his hand.

Levi and the guys entered the room, and Elliot’s eyes met mine as he looked furious. I gazed over at Levi to see him grab the letter from Mr. John, and as he read it, he grew more enraged.

In a split second, I gasped in horror as Levi grabbed the gun from his hip and pistol-whipped Mr. John across the face.

I held my kitty closer as I felt shocked. Micah walked over to me and blocked my view as he held my face in his chest.

“I told you to keep her fucking safe! How the fuck did you let this happen!?” he yelled, enraged, and I jumped, yelping as I heard a muffled gunshot. Mr. John groaned in pain, and I pulled away slightly from Micah, gazing up at him with tears inmy eyes. He looked down at me and shook his head, forcing my vision to be limited again.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t put a fucking bullet in your skull right now,” Levi growled, and Mr. John groaned in pain.

“I promise… I promise,Diavolo, I didn’t see anyone! I will send you all of the tapes, all of the security cameras in the building! Everything!” he pleaded.

I could hear Levi sigh. “Get me everything. If I don’t find something, the next bullet in my gun goes the fuck in you.”

Mr. John whimpered in pain, and I felt my arm being pulled as I was taken from Micah’s grasp. Levi pulled me to my feet and gazed down at me with the most murderous look I’d ever seen in his eyes. I gulped softly as his grip wasn’t exactly soft, and he loosened it as his gaze softened the longer he looked at me.

Suddenly, we heard a loud gunshot, and Nico was holding his shoulder as Elliot looked over at Mr. John, who had pulled out the gun. He seemed as though he’d lost all emotion in his eyes, as if he was on autopilot to complete a mission.

I brought my hand to my mouth as tears came to my eyes, and Micah quickly rushed over to apply pressure to Nico’s wound. Elliot kicked Mr. John in the face before he could do anything else, and I felt my head spin.

“You fucking traitor,”Elliot seethed in Italian, and I physically felt sick to my stomach. This... this was too much.

We were just fine. I was just fine. Fine.Fine. Fine. Fine.Fine.

---