I was beyond pissed. I don't even think pissed is the word for how much anger is pulsing through my veins at the moment. Nobody. Nobody disrespects me and lives to see the next day.

When I was eight, Damon taught me how to pay attention to important details. For example, if I was inside a car with an asshole, pay attention to the amount of turns we made which way we turned, and how many stops we made.

"Look, Grey, this is important," Damon spoke as I tossed a baseball back and forth in my hands. "You need to pay attention to little details, even when you think they're so worthless to even think of. Remembering them can save your life."

"Why can't you be a normal father and go toss the ball with your kid?" Moms voice came from the kitchen doorway, Damon's jaw clenched as I stared into his eyes.

He suddenly grabbed the back of my shirt, making the collar pull back on my neck, choking me. I took in a deep breath.

"She's my kid, and I'll do what I want with her," he shot back, she looked at my struggle to breathe, but nothing came from her lips. She walked away.

I figured the party must've have been over by how cars were leaving and the music had now died. I saw my bike still parked in the same spot as I left it.

I pulled the keys from my pocket as I approached my bike, I pulled the helmet from the handlebar and stuck the key in.

"Love?" A voice called, but I recognized it as soon as I heard it. I looked over to see Reece walking over my way. "You're a little late to the party."

"Is that so?" I asked with sarcasm sharp on my tongue, he laughed as he nodded. I caught him as he stumbled into me, I could smell the alcohol radiating off him. "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, you're drunk," he slurred, he looked up at me and his eyes went to my neck. "What happened?" Dammit.

"I fell," I replied as I threw one of his arms around my shoulders. "Where's your car keys?" He reached in his pocket pulling out a pair of keys, I snatched them from his hands and slipped them in my pocket. "Do you even remember where you live?"

He laughed as if that was the funniest joke I had ever told, I was losing my patience by every second that passed.

"I live here," he said once he started to sober up from laughing, I rolled my eyes as walked him up to the front door. I supported Reece with one arm while I use the other one to open the door. "You came to party."

"Yes, I did," I answered, I looked around at the trashed house and then at wasted Reece. Damon would beat my ass if I did this. I was about to head to the living room, but he jerked me towards the stairs. "Goddammit, Carter." His body weight overruled mine as he shifted us both towards the stairs.

"I want to go to bed," he slurred.

"I'm not your mommy," I whispered through my teeth, I started up halfway dragging him up the curled stairway. "A little help would be greatly appreciated." I tossed his jelly arms over my shoulders before I started back up the stairway.

Once I reached the top of the stairs, my legs gave out letting both of our bodies crash to the floor.

"You are truly helpless," Carter spoke, but his voice was clear, not slurred. I shot up from my spot, looking over at completely sober Reece Carter. "You really thought I was drunk?"

"No, I just dragged you up a flight of stairs for fucking fun," I shot back, he finally stood up letting me push him properly. "I'm going to leave before you accidentally fall down these stairs."

"Was...was that a threat?" He questioned with pretend shock plastered on his face. All my patience that I once had was gone completely, I took a step forward forgetting what personal space once was.

"You have no idea what I am capable of," I whispered before a smile broke out across my face. "I'm not the one who should scared."

"Are you done making empty threats?" He asked with a bored tone. "You're like a toddler that didn't take her nap."

"I'd think before you speak," I hissed. "The last person who didn't lost more than just his tongue." He opened his mouth to give a remark, but he was cut off by a door opening.

"Reece?" A voice sounded, we both looked to see a girl step out wearing nothing but a t-shirt.

"I have much better things to attend to," Reece replied. "Excuse me." He turned, walking away from me, but stopped mid-way. He looked back at me. "You have something that belongs to me?" His eyes gestured towards my jeans, I dug out his keys from my hip pocket and tossed them his way. "Goodnight." He disappeared into the bedroom and I made my way down the stairs.

*

"He had the audacity to make me look like a fool," I complained to Kieran. "Me? Greyson Love? Never has anyone lived to see the next day."

"So, who are we talking about again?" Kieran asked making me look back at him. "The guy who choked you or the guy who made you think he was drunk."

"Both," I replied, I grabbed my gun that lay beside my bottle of Jack Daniels. "Double homicide is always an option."

"I think you need to smoke and calm down," Kieran replied as he stretched out on my bed. "My roll?" I rolled my eyes, but I nodded before I laid my gun back down.

"I did get a call during my walk home," I mentioned as I stripped from my shirt and jeans. I tugged my gray Calvin Klein shirt over my head along with matching grey leggings.

"Who was it?" Kieran asked as he licked the blunt wrapper.

"A client," I replied with a smirk taking over my face, Kieran only shook his head deciding against using words. "In my defense, I haven't had a client since last month."

"You're just dying of separation anxiety, aren't you?" He asked with obvious sarcasm in his tone, but I put my hand to my forehead as I fake fainted. "You actually do have a sense of humor." I sent a glare his way before I pushed myself off from the floor.

"This is why I don't talk to you," I shot at him as I climbed up on my bed. I was about to fall on my back, but I grabbed the blunt from Kieran's fingers before I let my body go boneless. "I'm taking a nap."

***

I glanced down at my watch once again for the tenth time in the last hour, nobody made me wait.

"Greyson," a voice sounded behind me, I turned around on my heel to face the asshole who made me wait so long.

"What the fuck were doing that took you so damn long, kid?" I raised my voice as he got closer to me. His face was slowly revealed under the dim light of the street lamp.

He ran his hand through his messy brown hair as his brown eyes appeared almost black. He kept his hands in his pockets as he just stared me down.

"Do you have a problem?" I snapped at him as I took a step closer, but I was still considerate of the space between us.

No person has the power to make me feel uncomfortable by just being in my presence, but this kid put a whole other feeling in my gut.

"You kill people?" He suddenly asked after what felt like an entire eternity of silence. "You take joy in ending people's lives."

"Do you need someone dead or are you here to waste my time?" I replied in complete annoyance, I was about ready to snap his neck, but something told me not to.

"I do, but we're going to kill them together," he answered as he pulled out a blunt and a bright green lighter.

"I'm sorry, but I don't work with other people," I kindly declined his offer as he lit the end.

"I'm not giving you a choice," he spoke as he blew out the smoke. "I'm telling you." I raised an eyebrow before I laughed to myself. "One million, you can't turn that down."

"I'm listening," I replied as I took the blunt from his lips.