As I stood there, holding Max's hand, I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I was safe.
But as I looked into Max's eyes, I saw something there that made me hesitate. A glimmer of recognition, of understanding.
"Max," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "How do you know so much about Alexander Grayson?"
Max's expression changed, his eyes clouding over. "I know him from a long time ago," he said. "We have a... complicated history."
I felt a surge of curiosity at Max's words. What did he mean by "complicated history"? And how did he know Alexander Grayson?
"Tell me," I said, my voice firm. "I want to know."
Max hesitated, his eyes darting back and forth. But then he seemed to make a decision, and he began to speak.
"I used to work for Alexander Grayson," he said. "I was one of his top executives, and I was deeply involved in his business dealings."
I felt a surge of surprise at Max's words. I had never suspected that he had a connection to Alexander Grayson.
"But then something happened," Max continued. "Something that made me realize that Alexander Grayson was not the man I thought he was."
I leaned forward, my curiosity getting the better of me. "What happened?" I asked.
Max's expression turned grim, his eyes flashing with anger. "I discovered that Alexander Grayson was involved in some shady dealings," he said. "He was using his company to launder money and fund illegal activities."
I felt a surge of shock at Max's words. I had suspected that Alexander Grayson was involved in some shady dealings, but I had never imagined that it was this bad.
"What did you do?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Max's expression turned bitter, his eyes clouding over. "I tried to expose him," he said. "But he found out what I was doing, and he...he did something to me."
I felt a surge of horror at Max's words. What had Alexander Grayson done to him?
As I looked into Max's eyes, I saw something there that made my heart skip a beat. A deep-seated pain, a sense of betrayal.
And in that moment, I knew that I had to trust Max. He was the only one who could help me take down Alexander Grayson and bring him to justice.
As I looked into Max's eyes, I saw a deep-seated pain and a sense of betrayal. I knew that he had been hurt by Alexander Grayson, and that he was still carrying the scars of that experience.
"I'm so sorry, Max," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I had no idea."
Max's expression softened, and he looked at me with a hint of sadness. "It's not your fault, Rory," he said. "You didn't know. But now that you do, I need you to promise me something."
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "What is it?" I asked.
Max's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a fierce determination there. "I need you to promise me that you'll help me take down Alexander Grayson," he said. "I need you to promise me that you'll help me bring him to justice."
I felt a surge of adrenaline at Max's words. I had been so focused on escaping from Alexander Grayson that I hadn't thought about taking him down. But now, as I looked into Max's eyes, I knew that I had to do it.
"I promise," I said, my voice firm. "I'll help you take down Alexander Grayson. I'll help you bring him to justice."
Max's face broke out into a wide smile, and he reached out and pulled me into a tight hug. "Thank you, Rory," he said. "Thank you for believing me. Thank you for promising to help me."
As I hugged Max back, I felt a sense of determination wash over me. I was going to take down Alexander Grayson, no matter what it took. I was going to bring him to justice, and I was going to make sure that he never hurt anyone again.
But as I pulled back from Max, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. A figure standing in the shadows, watching us.
And as I looked into that figure's eyes, I knew that we were in grave danger. Alexander Grayson had found us.
As I looked into the figure's eyes, I felt a chill run down my spine. It was one of Alexander Grayson's security guards, and he was clearly here to take us down.
Max must have seen the look on my face, because he immediately sprang into action. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs, but the security guard was too quick. He blocked our path, his eyes cold and menacing.
"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his hand on his gun.
Max didn't hesitate. He pushed me behind him and stood tall, his eyes locked on the security guard.
"We're not going to hurt anyone," Max said, his voice calm and steady. "But we're not going to let you take us down either."
The security guard sneered, his hand tightening on his gun. "You think you can take me down?" he sneered. "I've been trained by the best. You're no match for me."
Max didn't flinch. He stood tall, his eyes locked on the security guard. And then, in a move that was so quick I almost missed it, he disarmed the security guard and pinned him to the wall.
"It's over," Max said, his voice firm. "You're not going to hurt anyone else today."
I stared at Max in amazement. How had he done that? He was so quick and so strong, it was like he had been trained in martial arts or something.
As I watched, Max pulled out a pair of handcuffs and secured the security guard's wrists. Then he turned to me and smiled.
"Let's get out of here," he said. "We've got a lot of work to do."
I nodded, still feeling a little dazed. What had just happened? And how had Max done it?
As we made our way out of the hotel, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at Max's skills. He was clearly more than just a handsome face and a charming smile. He was a force to be reckoned with.
And I was grateful to have him on my side.