Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

I had to know if he was okay. I made it to the edge of the Cole territory, my boots sinking into the mud. Their house was a shack, the windows dark. But then, a light flickered in the shed. I crept closer, my heart in my throat. I peered through a crack in the boards. Grayson was there. He was shirtless, hunched over a workbench. But he wasn't fixing an engine. He was holding a piece of jagged glass, and he was carving something into his own forearm.

Grayson Lewis also reminded his daughter. Grayson was furious when he recalled how his eldest daughter's excellent marriage arrangement ended due to a car accident. He could have been in-laws with the president of the Shaw Group. But this was even better. His youngest daughter's current boyfriend was the prince of the entertainment industry, Lucas Gomez! The Gomez family was much more powerful than the Shaw family. They were a very prestigious family with a long history.

Corbin, Dante, and Chris came running over to the house when they were linked that their mates were fighting. Chris and Corbin were shocked but Dante; he knew it must have been about Waylon’s little bae. When they arrived there, Grayson was holding Waylon back, who had Caiden crying in his arms and Kaeden was surrounded by the children and wiping his face over the sink with his sister standing between him and Waylon. Kendall had an amused smile on her face when she saw the three arrive.

“Keep watching him, Dylan. I want every step he takes traced.” “Understood,” Dylan said firmly. Grayson ended the call and slowly set the phone down, his hands trembling slightly—not from fear. But from fury. And the terrifying realization that someone had been playing him all along. His fingers balled into fists at his sides. Hunter had always known how to stay just close enough—just useful enough. But Grayson Moore had no tolerance for betrayal. He turned from the window at last, eyes burning with a new fire. If war was coming…

I step in to see Sinclair and my father. I shut the door behind me and slump down on the sofa inside his office. After Gray fucked Sinclair up , he became an ally to my dad. Nobody loves going broke after being powerful. Gray is such a dick. Fucked him up and ran away. Later find out he stayed underground for almost a year. You know the worst part about this story , dude took that step when he was eighteen. Killed a Columbian drug dealer when he was eighteen. Later on we found out his father was dead. He was shot and till date no one knows who killed him. Sinclair still suspects Gray as his father's murderer. I bring out a packet of cigarette and slip a stick inside my mouth. " We heard abou

And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade. “Is there a problem, Miss?” Apart from I can’t remember when I last paid my car insurance and we have no medical cover, no. “Greyson, grotty Greyson Elliot?” The words slipped from my mouth before my brain kicked into gear. A heat so hot it threatened to burn Greyson where he stood crept over my cheeks. Nice one, Zoe, first you annihilate his new car then you insult him. Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground?

Grayson pulls out the gun. “Please, leave Gracie, take everything but leave Gracie.” I laugh. He forgot about his own daughter. Lucky for him killing a woman really isn’t our style, so she will be safe. I watch as Grayson points the gun, hearing it fire and Rizzo fall to the floor. Well, there goes his kneecap. “Why would we Rizzo? Why wouldn’t we give her the same sweet treatment you just did to Raven?” Grayson’s words are growled as he pulls Rizzo up, the gun fires and Rizzo collapses screaming. There goes two kneecaps. He’s losing it.

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.

I did not want to attack him, but he attacked me first, so I needed to defend myself and defend Rayne before defending myself. "I don't want to hurt you!" I shouted as I held him back from attacking Rayne, "Rayne! Run!" I looked at her for a moment as I yelled. I wanted her to be safe. I was able to recognize that type of werewolf, I knew his pack! His long grey and white fur gave me enough information about him. He was a Hutton, a banished Hutton. Huttons were naturally cruel and that meant that a banished one would be barbarous.