Grayson Mathers Novels & Stories

Grayson's eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness. "If they have the audacity to meddle with me, they are courting their own demise. Render them incapacitated and leave them in a desolate place. "Capture images of their wretched condition and publish them on the dark web as a stark warning to those who dared to target me." "Understood!" Grayson was about to hang up when Sam added, "Some of those hitmen suspected that it was Mr. Quinn who hired them." Grayson thought for a moment and immediately stated, "It's not him!"

I guessed Laughlin was her friend that was boxing. When Elliot started driving to wherever the boxing match was, she asked, "So, Grayson, how's your shoulder?" "Believe it or not, I've been through worse," Grayson said and I knew he was talking about how he was almost beaten to death when he was thirteen. "That's right, you were in the hospital when you were thirteen. Mugged, right?" Elliot asked. Grayson snorted. "Not even close. Let's just say your uncle isn't what he seems." Grayson looked extremely angry thinking about the memory, so I held his hand.

And later with the sack bag. “Who is that?” two of the elders asked at once. Grayson was wearing a dark hoodie so it hid his face perfectly. I remained silent and only signaled Aric to play the next video. The recording showed Grayson’s backyard. Everyone leaned forward in shock as the footage played. Grayson emerged from his house and attacked a guard. Gasps spread across the room as he was seen dragging the unconscious guard away before returning moments later. Then he picked up the sack again and disappeared deeper into the forest behind his house.

Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation. “I can’t thank you enough for this right now, Delia,” Grayson says, his voice deep and saddened. His bright blue eyes duller than they used to be, and his dark hair much more gray than it was just a few weeks ago. Everything has been taking such a toll on him. I inwardly sigh, wishing I could do more to help him. “Aw, you’ll find a way to make it up to me,” she purrs with a wink. “Alpha.”

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV “Huh?” Greyson exclaimed, scrunching his forehead as hard as he could. “Who the f*ck do you think I am to have a sex tape with someone? I have a lot of clients, yes, but that doesn’t mean that there are videos of them spreading online or anywhere!” he grunted. “Then, how can you explain that video where you were having a good time with Gwynneth while I was ending my parents’ lives?” I asked, ignoring what he said.

Grayson mutters, finding it quite challenging not to snap his neck and end his stupidity. "So, you've seen it too," Matthew bites the inside of his cheek, "I didn't know you were his type." "I'm surprised you are," Grayson lifts a brow and eyes him from head to toe, "You're one of those dudes who do live workouts on social media, showing off your muscles just to get recognised by people." he scoffs, "Is your self-esteem that low?" Matthew gulps and looks down. Grayson hit the spot. Aside from his job, Matthew was indeed a fitness influencer, posting his abs photos and doing live workouts to impress young men and horny teenagers.

“You don’t know anything about the kind of life I went through in that house.” Mathew’s face softened, but his next words hit like a punch. "You're right, I don’t know everything. But from what I discovered..." He paused, shaking his head in disbelief. "Brother-in-law... no, he’s never been my brother-in-law. That man Grayson is a mafia kingpin. He killed someone right in front of me. And from what I saw—how he treated that woman, the one who looks like you—he’s been torturing you.”

He searched: *Damien Grayson*, *Roman Grayson*, *Grayson family*. The results were thin, close to nothing. Public records showed Damien as a tenured professor—serious, composed, sleeves always rolled down to hide his tattoos. Roman was a literal ghost: no social media, no public profiles. A few old articles mentioned *Grayson Enterprises* in passing—real estate, private security, vague holdings—but nothing concrete, nothing he could tie directly to Damien’s family. It was like they barely existed. Nothing about the mafia. Nothing about the tattoos or the blood. Just shadows.

I'm always ready for you, Sir. Grayson slipped both phones into his pockets and headed back to his office, his mind spinning with problems he needed to solve: Morgan's threats. Riley Smith's violence towards Joy. Red.

Grayson weaved his way through the crowd and finally got to the stage, standing beside me. “Grayson is currently the acting CEO of GA Constructions, he helped his family’s company to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, restoring the once lost prestige of their company. Now, the GA Constructions is standing taller than the years that preceded his term in handling the company.” Mom said introducing Grayson. “And with that being said, Zenaida and me are proud to announce that this strong-will, hard-working man is to be wed to one of our daughters.” Dad continued, the crowd started murmuring after that announcement and I could see the reporters, stopping themselves to ask any questions.