Yearning For The Badboy Mafia’s Love

Grayson’s car was parked outside his father’s mansion. He had just gotten off and he makes his way into his father’s sitting room.

He needs to talk to him.

Even though the John’s family had not given his that vibe and energy to believe that they already knew his identity, he feels unusual. This ball party didn’t make him feel any better.

His father will tell him not to worry about anything but there’s something to worry. Really, Tyrell had become a threat to him.

And to think of Charlotte trying to leak the secret was something more to worry about .. he’s not against her telling Chase or that Lucia that she killed her sister,

Yes, he wasn’t worried about that. She’ll be the one to regret saying that. Because Chase is going to kill her almost immediately and her parents will kick her out then every single person will despise her abd she’ll do nothing but live the rest of her live in regret, that is, if she makes it out of Chase’s cave alive.

Five years, and Chase hadn’t find the killer of Madison and he had seem to let that down, but seems Charlotte wants to start everything up again.

But that wasn’t his worry, he won’t have Charlotte mention his name to Chase and to any body else.

Grayson knows, that when Charlotte starts saying about the dirty things she’ve done, she’s going to say that he 6 (Grayson) made her do it.

And that, is a calling of war.

A war that he isn’t ready for. His hatred for the John Gotti’s family didn’t make him forget that he and his father is no match to the three sons of the John’s.

They’re not even a match to the middle son “Chase.”

But they wouldn’t stop, would they? All he and his father wanted was just to be in that position they’re in. To be given that same respect the John’s gets.

The joy and excitement of being feared is all they wanted.

His father had made him believe that the seat the John’s are sitting on , are supposed to be his seat.

“Our seat!”

They took it away from him and he , Grayson isn’t going to watch while his father suffers.

“Father.” Grayson called when his father walk into the sitting room to meet him.

Edward had a smile on, he was surprisingly looking old. Had it been long since he was seen last?

“Son.” Edward have his son a pat on his shoulder as he went to seat down… He had a cigarette on his mouth and he was leaking of whisky.

“Have you been drinking?.” Grayson asked his father who Ofcourse, gave him a smile.

“No .. I’ve just been happy. Today, at the Mafia ball party I have something up for the John’s. Something that can make me have all the things I had desires. I won’t be present but trust me, I’ll get everything I want.”

Grayson was surprised and angry at the same time. How can his father be planning something behind his back?

He was supposed to put her along with every single thing that what was going on and every thing that he is planning, but seems like this time, Edward had putting him behind.

Grayson is pissed, he wanted to punch and him and question him, he could’ve done so if he’s not his father, and so, he holds himself back.

“What is it you are planning about?” He asked him, curious to find out… His father laughter came up.

“Don’t worry son, Just go the ball party and enjoy everything. Trust me on this one.”

Trust?!

Grayson looked at his father and swallowed, he swallowed the anger boiling up in him. God help him not to kill him with his bare hands.

He doesn’t understand the sudden desire to hurt someone, not just anyone but his father. Was it just because he didn’t involve him in this particular update?

“Alright. I was going to ask you about something tho.” He started, but he knew better.

“What is it?”

“You travelled out two days ago, not even your soldiers knew where went you, I came around twice and you were not home. Tell me father, is their anything going on I need to know?”

Grayson watched his father kneely and he noticed the way his lashes moves, he didn’t want to believe that his father was keeping something away from him.

“Father?” Grayson asked again, Now, with authority on his voice.

Edward look at his son. “No Grayson, I just went to handle some important things and I couldn’t put you along, sorry about that.”

He was lying.

Grayson could tell.

Why will his father lie to him in his face? Grayson didn’t know what it is his father is hiding but he’s going to find that out right?

Grayson stood up. “Then I’ll leave now.”

He didn’t wait for his response before he turned and started walking out of the building. Outside, he called onto one of the favourite guards off his father… He knew there’s no news asking him to tell him something, Mafia’s are always royal and will never say thing outside a discussion.

“Mac.. ” he called on the well built young man who stand in front of him now.

He was tall, around 6’4.. taller than Grayson, and he was well built and huge. That defines the statue of Mafia soldiers.

“Yes ?”

“I need you to keep a close eye on my father. I know you wouldn’t do it, but this isn’t a request, it’s an order. Keep an eye on him and let me know what he’s hiding.”

“Your father?” Mac asked with surprised.

Have the two stopped trusting each other? A father and a son that has the strongest bond.. nevertheless, he was going to do as he was told.

“Alright, I’ll do that for you.”

Grayson looked at him, and he doesn’t seem satisfied, He pulls out a bundle of cash and handed it to Mac, without another word… He got into his car and Mac stood and watched him drive off.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.