Grayson Wayne Novels & Stories

“The things you do is something that I cannot resist and you love it when I’ll beg for more.” By the time Grayson and Maya finally went out of the house, it was nearly eleven in the morning. After leaving instructions to his bodyguards, Grayson entered his recent acquired Porsche 718 Cayman GTS 4.0 from the dealer. He grinned when he turned on the engine and had the sun roof opened. “I miss us driving around and just enjoying the scenery,” Maya said with a smile after she buckled her seatbelt. “Thanks for this, Grayson.” Grayson reached for her one hand and brought it to his lips.

He pushed his food around his plate uninterested. Amber so wanted to know the story behind Grayson getting physical with her Ex. Not that Jackson didn’t have a punchable face, or that he didn’t deserve it, but it wasn’t G-Man's usual style. He usually only showed violence towards himself and struck out at people in other ways.

"Wasn't it said that Grayson's fiancée committed suicide? What's this all about?" The other guest shushed him urgently, glancing around before lowering his voice. "Keep it to yourself. Especially don't bring it up in front of Grayson." "Why not?" Allen raised a brow, intrigued. The man hesitated but eventually relented. "After his fiancée's death, he was removed from his position in Bryce Ventures, and… well, he hasn't been the same since. He insists Wendy isn't dead—that she just left in anger and that he's brought her back. But the truth is…" The guest leaned in conspiratorially. "He found someone who looks eerily like her, a perfect stand-in. Claims she's the real deal."

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.

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.