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A Drink with the Devil By Aubrey Wolfe Characters: 17995

Updated: 2019-04-28 22:55

How in the world did my night turn out like this? I had some bad expectations for tonight's date, due to the simple fact that I was going out with Greyson Mathers, but I?really?did not see this coming.

I'm gripping Greyson's arm for dear life, as he is literally staring his life in the eye, as some strange, intimidating man points a gun at him. I don't even remember how we got to this point. My mind blanked the moment he pulled out a gun, and everything stood still in the room.

Greyson is looking at me with large, wild eyes, but he quickly calms down when our eyes connect, probably seeing the fear in them.

"Not so tough now, are we?" Marcus asks, drawing Greyson's attention.

"What do you want, Marcus?" he asks quietly, his voice calm, but there is still a hint of anger.

"I thought I could come here, and we could both be civilized adults, but it's clear to me you are going to be just as big a problem as your father and brother. I can only expect that from a Mathers, but with you I had slightly higher hopes. I was wrong, " he says darkly, and finally tucks the gun away.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding the entire time, feeling like a weight has been lifted off my chest with a gun no longer visible.

"And there are many more surprises to come. Don't keep your expectations high, " Greyson mutters back, his body starting to tremble again. I try and squeeze his arm, hoping by some miracle it will help. I'm surprised when I see him relax, and he leans into my touch slightly.

"This isn't over, Mathers, " Marcus says before he stalks out of the bar. Once the door closes behind him, the tension in the room slowly eases away, and everyone eventually gets over the drama and returns to their activities.

I look towards the bartender, and see he isn't fazed by anything that just happened. I'm surprised he didn't call the cops either. Seems stuff like this is a regular occurrence.

I feel Greyson shuffle in my touch and it brings me back to reality. I glance up into his sad green eyes, not knowing how to feel. I have so many different emotions and thoughts running through me right now, I don't know which one to focus on?first.

"I'll take you home, " he says quietly, and turns to call the bartender down. He asks for the bill and quickly pays it, all the while I'm still frozen on the bar stool, unable to think or move. I still can't process what just happened.

Greyson takes my hand and leads me outside, calling someone on his phone with the other hand. In a few minutes, a sleek black car rolls up to the curb, and the driver from before steps out and opens the door.

He gives me a small smile, trying to comfort me, but it doesn't work. I can't return his smile. All I can do is numbly slide into the car, and stare out the window until we arrive at my apartment. Greyson doesn't say a word, but I watch him from the corner of my eye.

I can see he is troubled by something, his eyes giving away that he is deep in thought, and it isn't something good. I want to ask what it is, but I'm afraid of the answer. I knew it was a risk going out with someone like Greyson, but I really didn't know what I was getting myself into.

How could I have seen this coming?

The night had started off perfectly, with a nice dinner at a fancy place. Then, in a blink of an eye, it all turned to complete hell.

We pull up in front of my apartment, but Greyson doesn't make a move to get out, and neither does Frank, looking like he is waiting for us.

"Olivia, I'm so sorry, " he finally mutters, his voice filled with sorrow and regret. My heart aches a little at the sound. He didn't ask for any of this to happen, or for the night to turn out like this.

I could see from the beginning, that he was trying to impress me, but not flash me with his wealth and reputation. He wanted us to have a pleasant night, and we did – until this?so called?Marcus person showed up and started a fight.

"It wasn't your fault, " I say quietly. He shakes his head before I finish speaking.

"But it is. Everywhere I go, there is someone following me, constantly out to get me, because of who I am."

"Who exactly are you?"

He turns his green eyes on me, shining with so much restraint and confusion, I can see him physically fighting with himself. He wants to tell me everything, but he's scared.

Of what? That I'll run away? Why does that frighten him so much?

I doubt at this moment in our relationship, he barely feels anything towards me, only having slept with me and taken me on a disastrous date that almost ended with someone getting seriously injured – or dead.

"My world is full of dangers and secrets, as corny as that sounds, " Greyson mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "It isn't a world for the weak-minded or soft-sided."

"What does that mean exactly?" Is he calling me weak-minded?

Greyson looks at me with deep sorrow in his emerald eyes.

"A flower cannot bloom in the dark. It will only..." he trails off, casting his eyes downward.

"Wither and die, " I finish quietly. He nods his head without looking at me.

I know now exactly what he means.

I am the flower, and his world is the darkness. By entering it, he believes I won't be able to handle it; I won't survive. It will either break me, or kill me.

Either one isn't ideal, but those can't be my only options. Can they?

What life would really come from being with the son of a Mafia Boss?


Frank unlocks the doors and allows Olivia and I to step out onto the sidewalk, having sat in the car long enough to look suspicious.

There are so many things I want to say to her, but I don't know how to say them, and I'm rendered speechless the moment I look into her eyes. They are so full of wonder and?beauty, it takes my breath away.

"I have so much I want to tell you, but it's not exactly something I can, unless I bring you further into my dark world, " I whisper, reaching out to caress her cheek. I'm relieved when she leans into my touch slightly, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Is there anything you can tell me?" she asks quietly. "Can you tell me if it's worth it?"

I let out a dry chuckle. "That is entirely up to you, I can't say if I'm even worth it."

We stand in silence for a few minutes, our eyes locked in an intimate stare down. I want to kiss her so bad, but I don't want to confuse her any more than I already am, by keeping so many secrets and information from her.

"I think you need to think about it, " I finally mutter, pulling away from her to drive the urge to hug her and never let ago away.

A small frown touches her lips, and it's almost enough to send me rushing back to her, but I fight it, balling my fists at my sides as my fingers tingle.

"Alright, " she whispers, breaking contact and casting her eyes down. She presses her lips together, but her hair is hiding her expression. I don't know what she is thinking.

She lifts her head, and I'm relieved but confused to see a smile on her face. She approaches me, placing her hand on my chest, and gives me a soft kiss on the lips, before pulling away again.

"Goodnight, Greyson, " she says, giving me a small wave, before disappearing into the front doors.

"Goodnight, Olivia, " I whisper after her, my voice carried off by the wind, my lips still warm from where hers touched them. I press my fingers to my bottom lip as I climb back in the car, a small smile on my lips.

It isn't enough to fight the growing feeling in the pit of my stomach, causing my body to fill with nerves and tension, knowing this might not end well.

"I haven't seen that smile in a while, " Frank says. I meet his eyes in the rear view, a gentle smile on his own face. "Something tells me you're holding back from her. Why? She seems like a lovely girl."

"Indeed, she is, " I mutter, looking back out the window to where Olivia was just standing. "Which is the problem. How can I expose a girl like that, to a world I don't even want to be a part of?"

"She might be a lot stronger than she looks, you haven't given her a chance."

I frown at him. "If I had made a wrong move tonight with Marcus, she could've been hurt, or killed. I barely know the girl, and the thought of that already terrifies me."

"You say that as if it's a bad thing, " Frank chuckles. He puts the car in drive and slowly pulls away from the apartment building. I notice right away he is taking the longer root home, and another small smile stretches across my face.

When my mother was alive, any time we went into town, she would ask Frank to take the 'long way' home, which was just a bunch of winding down different roads, to delay our arrival. She always liked looking at the scenery, especially at night when everything is lit up.

"Because it is a bad thing, and you know it. Any attachment is a weakness, and someone like Marcus, as dumb as he is, was able to figure it out right away. How long is it going to take, u

ntil other gangs find out the same? Do you really think they're going to go directly after me?" I clench my fists, obviously knowing the answer.

Any of my enemies find out about Olivia, and see how much I care for her, like Marcus did, they're going to go after her. Just to torment me, knowing the slightest harm to her will mentally kill me.

"All the more reason to protect her, wouldn't you say? Unless you don't think you're able too."

I shoot Frank a glare, knowing he is just trying to rile me up, convince me that pulling away from Olivia is the wrong choice.

"Why are you so set on me being with this girl? I hardly know her, maybe she has a few secrets of her own I'd rather not know."

Frank scoffs. "One look at her, and I have no doubt she isn't hiding anything sinister. One look at you, when you're with her, and I can tell how happy she makes you feel, and it gives me hope."

"Hope for what, that I'll finally get laid and stop moping around the house?" I say, remembering what Darius always said to me before I went away for school, telling me to get laid while I'm there, so I won't be so?depressive.

"Not quite, I just want you to know you do deserve that kind of love, that despite the life you choose or are forced to live, you can be worthy of someone like Olivia. She may be too gentle and innocent for your dangerous world, but from what I remember, so was your mother once."

I tense at the mention of her. Olivia is nothing like my mother. My mother was an angel before she became one; strong and gentle, defiant and understanding, she radiated love wherever she went, not allowing anyone to dislike or mistreat her. Olivia is a beautiful flower, though radiant and confident, I can't see this life changing her for the better, like it did my mother.

I see it destroying her.


It's been almost a week since I last saw Greyson, taking the time to think over everything. Every last detail that has happened over the last couple days since I made the unknown bold decision, to have a one-night stand with a possible mafia member.

If anything has come from my constant mulling over the events from before, it's the confirmation that Greyson Mathers is dangerous. Whether it's because he's a gang member or not, I'm still unsure if involving myself with him is the smartest decision.

Feeling a little overwhelmed with my thoughts, I decide to make a visit to my mother, something I often do when I'm overly worried about her because I haven't seen her in a while, or I need advice only a mother can offer.

When it comes to love, my mother is the?best?person to go to. She has always loved with all her heart; it makes me even angrier that her life is being destroyed by a fateful illness. She is one of the last people on Earth who deserves to suffer like this, and have her life cut too short.

"Honey, what a pleasant surprise." She greets me with a warm smile, despite how weak and frail she looks. I walk over and give her a gentle kiss on the cheek, setting down the bags with some food and snacks for her.

She has someone who comes by once a week, kind of like a nurse, who also goes out and gets her a week worth of groceries with what she is able to make from unemployment and disability, which isn't much. So, I like to take note of the small cravings she has while on her different medications, and pick up a few things throughout the week when I come to see her, knowing what the nurse buys is nothing but healthy food, of course, but the doctor never said anything about having a?bit?of sugar in her diet.

"What brings you around? Had any luck looking for a permanent job?"

"Not really, Natasha and I went out to celebrate graduation last week, we've been in recovery mode ever since, " I try and joke with her, but like always, she sees right through me.

"What's bothering you, honey?" she asks and places a hand on my cheek, her skin clammy and cold.

I then proceed to tell her everything about Greyson, from when we met, to the date he took me on. I did edit the story about meeting Marcus, and made it seem like he was just some old bully from Harvard, and not another possible mafia member.

"Oh, it sounds like your falling for this boy."

"Mom, I am not! I just met him, even if we went to the same school for four years, I never once spoke to him until now." I roll my eyes at her, turning my face away so she doesn't see the furious blush creeping on my cheeks.

"What do you think it was like when I met your father? It was love at first sight, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, the moment I laid eyes on him. Don't be afraid of love, just because it doesn't always work out. You'll never know–"

"Unless I try, " I finish for her, rolling my eyes again but smiling. It's something she always said to me when I was a kid; when I didn't want to eat a new kind of fruit or vegetable, when I didn't want to learn how to ride a bike, or any time my fear got in the way of doing something new.

She was always there to push me.

"So, when are you going to see this boy again?" she asks.

"Oh well, I'm not sure. I haven't really spoken to him this week."

My mother frowns. "Why the hell not? A handsome man like that, you don't just let walk away."

"Mom, you don't even know what he looks like, " I mutter.

"I know you're my daughter, and you have great taste. That's all I need to know. Have you talked to Natasha about this? What does she think?"

"What do you think she thinks? Natasha isn't good with emotional feelings; she's interested in guys for other kinds of feelings."

She hits my arm playfully. We sit like this for another hour or so, talking about anything and everything. I want to tell her she won't have to live like this anymore, to tell her I'm going to get a full paying job, and be able to afford to give her the fanciest room at the hospital, with the best medical care in the country.

But I can't.

Instead I smile and give her a kiss on the cheek, telling her I'll see her again soon.

Just for the hell of it, I take the bus down to the hospital, to inquire about their services and care when it comes to cancer patients. They are aware of my mother and her condition, since she has had to visit the hospital numerous times for her medication.

"Hello, my name is Olivia Daniels, I just want to ask about your patient rooms, and how much they might be if you want to administer a sick relative?" I ask the woman behind the desk.

"Is this relative a patient here already?" she asks, turning to her computer.

"No, but she is registered in your files, her name is Sarah Daniels." I wait for the woman to tap away and bring up the files, showing me. I nod and she taps on her keyboard some more.

"We have a few rooms available at the moment, depending on your budget, and the care required, if it's long-term or short-term."

"It will be long-term, and I don't really have a budget at the moment."

She nods and continues searching.

"The best room we can offer for long-term care is on the top floor, east wing. It is a completely private room, with personal bathroom and on-call service button, as well as an additional bonus of a radio and television. It's 1650$."

"A?month?" I squeak.

"A week."

I feel like I'm going to pass out.

They expect patients to pay 1650$?a week?for the best accommodation? That is absurd! There is no way I could ever afford that kind of room for my mother, and it only makes me wonder what the other rooms are. Even 500$ a week is too much for me.

I thank the woman and walk out, trying to hold back tears as the crushing realization comes down on me. I'm so blinded by my thoughts, I run right into someone walking in the sliding doors.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, " I mutter, brushing my fallen hair off my face.

"Are you alright? You seemed a little flustered, and that usually only happens?after?a woman bumps into me, not before." I look into the man's cocky dark green eyes, trying not to cringe at the over the top pick-up line.

"Well, today's your lucky day, I guess. Again, sorry, just received bad news and I wasn't paying attention." I nod my head and move past him, but he grabs my arm.

"Hold on a moment, " he says, pulling us off to the side of the building. "Any chance I could get your name? In case I go in there and might have to get checked out for any injuries you caused; they'll want your name." He flashes a grin.

"You're just full of those, aren't you?" I ask, a small smile fighting its way onto my face.

"Cheesy lines? Absolutely. Are they working? I have a whole book up here, " he says and taps on his temple.

I laugh a little, surprised how slightly flustered I am.

The feeling is no comparison to the feeling I get when I'm with Greyson, however. I don't have butterflies in my stomach, my fingers and toes aren't tingling.

He stretches out a hand to me. "My name is Darius, it's a pleasure to meet you."

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