**Quinn's POV**
Grayson laughed. "If they report me to the cops, then I'm glad."
"What? You're pleased to be in jail?" I asked in disbelief.
Grayson flicked my nose this time. He also shook his head. "If anyone should be afraid, it's them. They're criminals and I'm not."
"But if you kill them, then you're a criminal too, Grayson," I eyed.
"But they're still alive, right? So I'm not a criminal," he said with some annoyance. "They're stupid for messing with me."
That's right, they're fools. They were looking for the wrong opponent. A Grayson to fight? Not only did they get beaten up, they also almost lost their lives.
I still remembered how ferocious Grayson was last night. He showed another side, a more wild side than when he was at the rink. It got to the point where I thought he mi
