Speak To Me

(Grayson)

I stared down at Katrina's small figure sitting in the wheelchair. The dress I had bought her seemed to fit like a damn glove, and I couldn't wipe this stupid grin off of my face from seeing her in it.

She looked beautiful..I know she doesn't believe me when I say it..but I mean it..every damn time I mean it.

Even with a shaved head and the scars she has on her body. Katrina is still one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in my life..I don't know why I'm so pulled to her..but it feels like I have known this girl forever.

I won't lie, I did my research..she was beautiful before too..but something about her seemed so..broken. The look in her eyes with every picture or video she took didn't have an ounce of life in them..

Now though..those big hazel eyes shine..even with all of this tragedy that has happened to her, she seems to have found something worth living for..and I hope deep down, as selfish as this might sound..I hope a part of it has to be because of me..

Okay..I want it all to be because of me...I want this girl to fall head over heels for me and look at me with those stars in her eyes. To throw her arms around my neck and tell me I'm the only one who has ever made her feel this way.

I want her to feel just as excited to see me every day, as I am to see her..is that too hard to ask for?!

But I know I can't push her..I can't push this. Kitty Kat still has a long road ahead of her and I'm just happy to be here for the ride.

I'm not going to lie..the old Kat..she was not my type at all..the social media-obsessed rich girl who couldn't live a single moment without her phone.

Okay..maybe I dated a few women just like her.. I was attracted to all sorts of red flags..I will admit that..I have no shame.

Been there and done that..

But a part of me was intrigued to find out who this girl was beyond that..could she have the potential to be more? And from the moment she first woke up..I knew there was..and the remorse she has for how she treated her family, it showed me the type of person she could be. Katrina doesn't take things lying down..she loves to push back and it's part of this flirting thing we have going on..I love it..but she also has gained a sense of humility and appreciation for the things she hasn't had before..not a lot of people are lucky enough to see that. I know I am lucky to be where I am today..if it wasn't for Grant, my brothers and I would probably be fucked up big time. Grant took the brunt of things..and since he is older, he had to grow up a lot faster than Hunter, Bently, and I.

Grant was more of a damn father figure than my own dad..and when any type of shit went down, he was the first person to call.

Even back when I had those issues with my soccer coach who I worked with since I was ten..the moment shit got weird, I went to Grant and he took care of it.

Let's just say when I was fifteen the coach propositioned me to do something that would motivate him to help secure my future..

Well, what Grant did to the man once I told him..yeah, it makes me wince just thinking about it. But we were always there for one another..he even protected us from my father and made sure we were safe. And my brothers and I..we love his crazy ass no matter what. So that's why we are always here for one another..

I remember specifically when Bently came out...he was nervous about what Grant would say and about our father finding out.

Of course Grant was supportive as hell..he helped keep it from our dad and always supported Bentley in any way he could. My mom wasn't too heavily involved..she just tried to survive as the wife of someone who was extremely dangerous and constantly being targeted. So our childhood was very controlled and we were scrutinized for every little thing..we had to be perfect at all times...and if we weren't, we would quickly learn to be.

I pushed Katrina out of the elevator, my body bending at the waist as I placed my mouth right next to her ear.

"Remember..no flirting..especially with Hunter, he is a manwhore.." I grumbled..meaning it.

I know without a doubt that Hunter will flirt with Kat...and the fact that I'm into her..yeah, he will do it just to piss me off..

At least Bently will be on my side. He is the good twin..

Suddenly I heard a loud laugh coming from the dining room, making Katrina turn her head to look at me in surprise.

"Was that my dad laughing?" She asked.

I just shrugged as I pushed her down the hall. That's when we came to the dining room and I heard Bently telling some type of story.

"I swear..he had on my mom's heels and ran out of there..wig and all.." Suddenly I froze, the words Bently just said making me blanch as I glanced down at Katrina. "What is it?" She asked worriedly.

"Maybe we should just eat upstairs after all..you know..if you are tired that is.." I rushed out, hoping to god she would say yes..

Bently was in the middle of telling John a story about how I went undercover dressed as a damn girl during a weapons trade my brother was doing..I can't believe he is seriously telling that damn story right now..and here I thought he was the nice twin..

I forgot how much I hated my brothers..yep..absolutely despise them.

"Well, there you two are..you weren't planning on keeping our guest all to yourself were you brother?" Hunter's deep voice drifted towards us, his stupidly handsome face popping around the corner as I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him.

That's when I saw Katrina shift in her chair, her cheeks burning red as my brother stepped towards us..his chestnut brown hair blowing back behind him as I swear a draft picked up in the damn hallway. He was like some type of hunk on the cover of one of those erotic novels you see in the grocery stores...and why was his shirt unbuttoned to almost his damn navel?!

"You must be the beautiful Katrina I have heard all about." He smirked, making me want to smack that smile right off of his damn face.

"Yes, this is Katrina..and you seem rather underdressed.." I grumbled, making Hunter shoot me a toothy grin.

"Hey, blame Bently..he said it's some new craze in Paris. He got you one too."

"Yeah..no thanks..we better get to the dinner table." I muttered, realizing I regretted inviting them here immediately. Katrina might not be ready for this..I mean..my brothers are a lot.

"So Kat, I hear you almost died in a fire huh?"

Is he fucking serious?!

"Hunter! You can't just say that shit.."

"No..it's okay Grayson..yeah, I did. I thought just by looking at me it was pretty obvious." Katrina laughed lightly, and I just felt like crap when she said that..

"Well, I mean..that's pretty badass though. And you're still hot as hell..no pun intended."

"Seriously dude?!" I just about punched him for that one..but when I heard Katrina laugh..I looked at her in shock.

"That was pretty funny.." Katrina added lightly before reaching over and resting her hand on mine. I swear my stomach flooded with butterflies.

I was super shocked by this whole interaction..I mean..I guess it's usually just me and Katrina joking around..and I would never say something like that to her..but to know she was at the point where she could laugh about it..that was good, right?

"See, lighten up dude..the girl has a good sense of humor..or maybe I'm just funnier than you." He teased, and that's when I pushed Katrina's wheelchair forward, running over Hunter's foot on purpose.

"Ow! What the hell." He muttered under his breath, making me smirk at him now as we turned the corner, arriving at the dinner table now.

"Kat..you look lovely sweetheart." John rushed out, jumping from the table to say hi to his daughter.

"Thanks, daddy." Katrina whispered softly and then came Bently.

"Well, aren't you a gorgeous little thing..Bently Easton, fashion extraordinaire..I am a big fan of yours, Miss Kensington." Bently said with a huge smile, his perfectly manicured hand reaching out and going to shake hers.

"Y-you are?" Katrina asked, hesitating for a moment as she slowly lifted her hand, seeming nervous. But Bently took it without hesitation, shaking her hand gently.

"I would follow your skincare routines religiously..I swear you are responsible for this flawless complexion." He added dramatically before motioning to his face.

I won't lie..he did have perfect skin.

"Oh..so you followed me on social media.." Katrina stated quietly, looking down at her scarred hands now.

"I still do girl..have you checked your insta lately..I think you might be."

"Bently.." I called out his name, knowing that was the last thing Katrina needed..

"Well, I'm sure there will be time for that later." Bently stated instead, glancing towards me apologetically as Katrina just nodded once.

John went to push her to the table for me as I walked beside Bently.

"You didn't mention you knew who she was." I whispered, making him smile at me.

"I didn't think it would matter, right? Also..are you two seriously wearing matching outfits?" He asked, making me smile at him sheepishly.

"Maybe."

"I will let that slide for now. But..I always liked the girl..even after the scandal..you know how much I love drama" He whispered before winking at me and going to sit next to Katrina at the table...taking my spot and making me frown. Then John sat on her other side and I was left having to sit next to Horndog Hunter. At least I can keep him in line..

After John asked Katrina how the rest of her day went. The servers began coming out, making me glance towards Katrina nervously as they started placing food in front of her.

This overwhelming sense to cater to her kept creeping up as I saw her Dad and even Bently helping her out as I chewed my lip anxiously. "Wow..Grant was right dude.." Hunter grumbled beside me..

"What? What are you talkng about?" I asked, seeing him wearing a smug look now.

"The infamous playboy Grayson Easton has got it bad..real fucking bad." He said quietly, making my eyes widen as I kicked his foot hard.

"Whatever..I have just been taking care of the girl for weeks...we are good friends."

"Yeah..keep telling yourself that.." He added, patting my back roughly as I was ready to punch him in the face.

Could he be any more obvious?! Of course I have it bad..everyone who spends more than five damn minutes with me and Kat can see that..but I didn't want Kat to fucking know that...not yet anyways..she isn't ready for that shit.. "Just please..shut up." I hissed, trying to focus on the conversation across the table now as my eyes suddenly met Katrina's.

I felt my heart flip, the look in her eyes full of warmth and happiness as I felt a smile creeping on my face.

"Having fun?" I mouth, making Kat nod yes sweetly.

"Thank you..." She mouthed back...and fuck..seeing her sitting there and how well she got along with my brothers..yeah..I really do have it bad..real fucking bad.

I just have to be patient..because I know for a fact that Kat is worth it..I just have to get her to see that..

"So, who wants to hear the story about the time Grayson accidently shot our uncle in the leg?"

God I hate them..