Grayson: A Bad Boy Romance Read Free

most is losing someone she cares about. That is the trouble with relationships; once you care about someone, you have so much more to lose. The only two men that she’s ever really loved in her life she’d lost—one to a blocked artery and the other to, well, that was the problem, she has never known what she’d lost him to. All she knows is that one day he had disappeared, and she’d never seen him again.

 
    GRAYSON
     
    “Watch your guard, G,” West’s deep voice booms out across the gym.
     
    Grayson doesn’t say anything, but adjusts himself so he’s more protected, not giving his training partner any opportunity to get him.
     
    “Thanks, West, but I think I need your help more than Gray.” Tommy grumbles the words under his breath, but West doesn’t miss a thing, the guy is sharper than a tack.
     
    “If I knew you were gonna whine like a little bitch, Tommy, then I’d have signed you up to train with the girls today.” West’s voice is a growl, as he keeps his attention fixed on the two men circling on the mats.
     
    Grayson chuckles at his coach’s words, but he doesn’t lose focus for one second on what he’s doing. Without pausing to even think about it, he steps forward and takes Tommy down, locking him into a triangle hold.
     
    “Alright, alright, I give!” Tommy’s voice comes out in wheezing gasps, as he pleads to be released.
     
    Grayson releases the younger man immediately and holds his hand out to help Tommy up. “Watch your feet, Tommy. You’re making it too easy for me to get you off-balance.” Grayson puts himself in position to start the next round, waiting.
     
    He’s barely working up a sweat, but Tommy is drenched, turning his blonde hair dark. “Thanks man, but I’m done with having my ass handed to me for today.”
     
    “You heard him, G. Get onto the bag; you’re not done, yet.” West nods towards the punching bag in the corner of the room, and Grayson jogs over, pounding it like were his worst enemy.
     
    “Remind me never to get Grayson mad,” Tommy jokes, as he watches his training partner go medieval on the sandbag. It’s like Grayson has a never-ending supply of energy and rage.
     
    “He’s not mad; he’s focused.” West shoots Tommy a look, hoping that Grayson hasn’t heard the younger man’s throwaway comment. From the way he’s going to town on the bag, practicing his kickboxing moves, it doesn’t look like he has. West drops his voice, “Watch what you say around him.”
     
    “Got it, chief. Shit—I didn’t mean anything by it.” Tommy kicks at some invisible dust on the floor, not wanting to meet West’s eye. He knows the story, how West found Grayson years ago in an underground fight. He was scouting for a new fighter to train, and Grayson ticked every box. He’d coached him into a well-oiled machine, but it wasn’t his body that was the real challenge, it was his mind. “West, cut me some slack, for one day. It’s my birthday, man.” Tommy pouts prettily at his coach, looking more like a spoiled teenager than a pro-fighter in training.
     
    “I know, Tommy, you haven’t shut up about it for the past month.” West narrows his eyes at the young fighter. “If you’re planning anything, then just don’t, Gray doesn’t need any distractions before the big fight. No booze. No women.”
     
    West is the only one who knows the full story of what happened to Gray. All Tommy knows is that he has a temper on him, and when he gets mad he just reacts, mostly without thinking.  But this next fight is a big one, and he can’t afford to make any mistakes. If he wins, he’ll go national and then, who knows where? It would mean a whole lot of money, endorsements, the whole nine yards.
     
    “I can hear you two assholes, you know?” Grayson’s voice booms across at them, as he works up a sweat kicking the shit out of the bag, his muscles rippling as he works them hard.
     
    “Good, then you’ll have heard that we’re going out for