Runaway

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What kind of fucking twisted story am I living in? Am I seriously going to let a mob boss, or kingpin, or whatever the hell he is justify why he kills people?

I'm just confused. It makes no sense. I get that Andrew has no degree, but neither do Ethan and I. We're doing our best to get by without killing people. Greyson claims it's his legacy, but what the hell does that even mean? Daddy got too old to kill people and now it's his turn? 

He claims he doesn't kill innocent people. But who's "not innocent" in his eyes? Anybody that crosses him? Does that mean I'm next? 

I guess I've decided to let Greyson explain more for myself. Maybe it'll give me peace of mind... as fucked up as that sounds. 

I look at my phone on my nightstand. I thought about calling earlier but decided it'd be best to wait until I'm alone, away from Carter. 

I grab my purse, phone, and keys and head for the door. I'm gonna call him on my way to work and let him tell me what the fuck he does. 

I say my goodbyes and jump in my car. Before I shift gears, I press Greyson's contact... lowkey hoping he won't answer, but to my surprise after the first ring I hear--

"Hello?" His deep voice makes me jump. 

I don't respond at first, kind of scared of the answer I'm gonna recieve when I ask about his job. 

"Brooke? Are you there?" He asks again. 

"Greyson." I greet him, trying to stand my ground. 

"I'm glad you called," He says, more softly this time. 

 "You want to explain what you meant by you only kill people that aren't innocent?" I cut straight to the point. My knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. My eyes are focused intently on the road in front of me. Thank God for bluetooth or else I probably would've already crashed from my nerves. 

He chuckles. "No small talk, got it." And then he sighs. "Brooke, I don't expect you to understand what I do... not at all. My business--"

"Your business?" I interupt, disgusted by his choice of wording. 

He sighs again. "Look, the people we handle... they're not good guys."

"Care to elaborate?" I say, bitterness all in my words. 

"First of all, we don't mess with women and children. That's not my style. I would never hurt a woman or kid."

I laugh. I laugh. God, what has my life come to?

He stutters. "Truly. We handle the men that think it's okay to hurt women and children."

"How do you expect me to believe that?" I roll my eyes even though he can't see it. 

"You don't have to, Brooke. But what you saw that day--" He starts. 

"I don't care, Greyson. Thank you for your... explanation or whatever, but I think I'm done here." I hear him sigh after I say the last part. I thought I could do this, but I can't. I don't trust him.