Blake POV
I open my eyes, sitting up on the bed, frowning and looking around. I move my hand through my hair, pulling it away from my face while my heart beats fast. My forehead is so wet with sweat that my hair gets stuck. I had a really weird dream and then I felt like I was being watched. That feeling hasn’t disappeared.
It was the most real dream I have ever had in my life. It was like I could even smell his cologne. My skin felt warm, as if he was touching me and my pussy drenched because he was touching, licking and doing all sorts of sinful things to me. Things I wish I could feel for real.
I realize it’s been far too long since the last time I had sex and I need to get it sorted. I know I am not the one-night stands kind of girl, but I really need to sort out this need for sex.
I sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe I have resting on the end of the bed, throwing it over my shoulders and passing my arms through the fabric, tyin
Blake POV “Miss Pierce,” he says, placing his hand on the elevator doors, stopping them to close once more. I have been standing looking at him, as if it is the first time I am actually seeing him. He is wearing a dark gray three-piece suit and a silver tie with a white shirt. I can’t help but stare the way the suit makes him look even better. He raises an eyebrow and when I come back to reality, a small smile appears on his lips as if he can read my mind. “Shall we?” He says as I nod and take a step out of the elevator. His body is so big that I have to brush my body against him to pass as he keeps his hand in the same place, stopping the elevator door from closing. I can feel the head irradiating from his body as I brush past him and I swear I heard him groan, or not. Wyatt rests one hand on my lower back while we walk silently down the corridor, and I swear my mind has gone foggy. What’s with these men and their need to be constantly touching people? “Thro
Wyatt POVHaving to pretend I don’t know what happened last night is making me sick to my stomach. Watching the strongest woman I have ever met in my life break down crying in front of me is something I wasn’t expecting and it’s making me feel things I am not comfortable feeling.I can’t remember the last time I felt empathy for someone, I trained myself to stop feeling it, it’s stupid and takes me nowhere and here I am, on my knees in front of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, while she cries.I try to comfort her, again, something I haven’t done in a long time, and when she looks at me desire flashes in her green eyes and then she looses all control wrapping her arms around my neck as she falls on her knees in front of me kissing me. Shit, her lips are soft and taste like strawberries and cream. The way she moans against my mouth as I bite her lower lip, forcing her to open herself to me.Our tongues dance to
Blake POVA knock on the door makes me realize what we’re doing is wrong. Wyatt looks at the door over his shoulder as he presses his hard body against mine. We’re lying on the couch, my legs spread wide while he slams into me.“Shit,” he curses under his breath as my nails dig into his shoulder and his eyes meet mine again while we hear another knock on the door.“Busy, come back later,” he shouts at whoever is behind the door, but a louder knock comes as his phone rings at the same time.I bite my lower lip as he moves his hips faster, slamming into me in anger now, as if it’s my fault there’s someone interrupting us. “We’re gonna have to continue this another time,” he says before he pulls out of me and I immediately feel empty. I move on the couch, sitting up and covering my body with my arms as he moves around, gathering his clothes and putting them back on.Another loud knock m
Blake POVI am sitting looking at my laptop for the past two hours without being able to write anything is something very weird to me. Usually the words just fly out of me and things get done fast, but not today. My mind keeps flying back to Wyatt and how he took me, how he made me orgasm so easily. How he is not remorseful about what happened between us. He is the one engaged and I am the one feeling guilty.Maybe it’s because I am going to meet up with Sandrine in less than one hour to look at her wedding dress. How am I supposed to look at her after what I did with her fiancé? Fake engagement or not, I should’ve stopped myself. And it’s all on me. I was the one that lost her shit and jumped at him. The way he was worried about me, the way he was looking at me, made me believe he cared. But does he? Why should he care? He’s nothing to me. And what sort of power does he have to take care of things for me?I needed up not telling him what he wanted to know, who’s dealing with the case
Blake POV “May I help you?” A woman says as she walks to stand in front of me. I jump in surprise as I didn’t see her coming. Where the fuck did she come from? Was she hiding behind one of the massive puffy dresses? Waiting for someone to walk in and jump on them? The woman scans me from head to toe and a grin appears on her face. “I think you might be lost. We don’t cater for you size,” she says as she places her long hands with red nails on her hips, posing her hip to the side. I bite my tongue trying to keep my shit together and after counting to ten, I offer her the biggest smile ever. “I am here to see Miss Pairisi?” I let out, and her smile disappears, and she moves her hands from her hips. Her eyes scan me one more time and then I hear the thick Italian accent coming from behind her. “Blake, how wonderful to see you,” Sandrine says as I walk past the stupid woman that decided to treat me like shit because of my size. It’s not like I am that big. I pass my hands through my t
Wyatt POV“Okay, what do you have?” I ask as I sit at the end of the table as all sets of eyes are on me. Travis clears his throat as he presses a button on his laptop and all the lights turn off. The projector turns on and we all look at the white wall behind me that has now a photo of an abandoned building.“This is where we think Petrov is hiding,” Travis says and I look at Jagger, that has his hands on top of the table with his fingers laced around each other. His eyes glued to the picture while Dash looks at his brother, concerned.“Chill, Bro,” Dash says as he rests one hand on Jagger’s shoulder, but he shrugs, getting his brother to move his hand from his shoulder. I know this is a sensitive subject for Jagger. Petrov has been getting away with murder and Jagger can’t wait to get his hands on him.“I have surveillance on the building. There’s been some people in and out, but the facial recognition program is not recognizing their features, so they’re not in the system anywhere.
Blake POVWatching Sandrine faint in front of my eyes was terrifying. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her entire body started to convulse on the floor. The dress got ripped apart by the paramedics to examine her. The shock on the girls’ faces was priceless. I will never forget the gasps and horror noises, the mouths covered by hands and wide eyes while they grabbed the scissors and cut it open on the chest to put the stockers for the heart monitor.I bet Sandrine won’t be too upset having to boss people around to have a brand new dress. She has the money to make it happen, anyway. But the way the girls from the shop looked was like someone had died. Like a piece of fabric was more important than the person wearing it.I am biting my nails as we all sit in the waiting room of the hospital. Her father walked in here like a king. Demanded to see the doctor and everyone did everything he asked on the spot. Maybe because of his money or because he is more influential than I thou
Blake POVFinally, I am allowed back home and I am standing in front of my door with my hand on the handle. Fear striking at the way I will find everything inside the house. Will I find my things? Will there be blood? I take a deep breath, closing my eyes before I spin the knob.“Hi,” I hear someone say behind me. The voice is melodic and chirpy, but still scared the shit out of me. I rest one hand on top of racing heart while I turn around to see a beautiful blonde. She is tall and has a body that any man would love to lose themselves on it.“Hi,” I say and then I realize she is looking over my shoulder inside my house. I grab the knob again and pull the door closed. I don’t know this girl and for sure don’t want her looking inside my house. I offer her a smile and her eyes meet mine.“Sorry, I live above you,” she says and then shakes her head, smacking her hand on her face as in embarrassment. “I live in the apartment above yours, and I saw the police tape, and the neighbors have b
Dash POV“Seriously? A college party?” I let out and Jagger shrugs. Usually, he is the one that does this type of job, but today I am the unlucky bastard who has to deal with kids. I owe him. I promised I would do something for him. That’s what happens when your twin brother gets shot saving your fucking life. Jagger is the enforcer in our fucked up world. We belong to the MOB and I am the boss’s right hand. So usually Jagger needs to deal with this situation, scare some people, and beat them up, but today is my turn. I hate doing these types of jobs, don’t get me wrong. I enjoy beating some people and violence is always the answer, but when it comes to parties like this… I hate doing it, there’s too much to lose and I usually tend to get into some girl’s bed. As I said before, we are twins. I can’t see anything similar between us, but everyone says we look exactly the same with just different haircuts, but I don’t see it. Jagger is a miserable bastard while I enjoy life and I enjoy
Wyatt POVMONTHS LATER“Go back to bed, I’ve got it,” I whisper as I get my daughter from Blake’s arms. Breastfeeding on demand is destroying her. She barely sleeps and she is walking around like a zombie. Every time she is not breastfeeding and I can help, I jump into action and now is one of those moments. Blake nods and stands from the rocking chair and gives up immediately. “I’ll sleep here,” she says, curling up on herself and I shake my head as she starts pulling on the blanket she had covering her legs. There’s no way I am going to allow her to sleep anywhere besides our bed. “No, you need proper rest, I have a nursing bottle with the milk you pumped earlier in the fridge, you need to sleep Blake, you’re still recovering,” I say and her eyes meet mine and she nods giving in to my demand. When she stands, she leans to me and kisses our beautiful daughter on the head and I pout. Blake kisses me after and walks out of the nursery to go back to bed. I always take over during the
Wyatt POVI have suffered real torture in my life, but none of them were as bad as the torture Blake is putting me through right now. The woman hasn’t forgiven me and is keeping me on my toes. Everything is done on her terms and trust me, I am okay with it. All I want is her, Blake. Whatever the terms. If she wants to keep torturing me to the end of our lives, I am okay with it, but she will have to change the way because my balls are going blue and I am about to fucking explode. I refuse to use my hand when she has the most beautiful pussy between her legs. “Come on,” I let out, groaning in frustration as Blake walked out of the bathroom, dropping her towel on the floor right in front of me. The way her hips move is so sensual something inside of me dies every time she doesn’t let me touch her. Blake rests one foot on the chair as she moves her hands up and down her legs, bending slightly as she applies the cream on her velvety legs. “Fuck,” I hiss as I see the beautiful pink dream
Blake POVAs soon as we stopped fucking like savage animals, I pulled away from Wyatt and walked into the bathroom. My head was still foggy and my body ached. I needed some distance. I believe his words, but they don’t change anything. He did the things he did, and I need some distance to learn to deal with it. I know I will be able to forgive him, just not right now. I love him too much to stay away from him, but I also know I am fucking stubborn and I need to sort out my emotions on my own. A soft knock on the door makes me shift in place as I look over my shoulder to notice I locked the door. Good. “Blake, let me in.” I hear Wyatt’s voice and I ignore him. I turn the shower on as an sign I am alive, but I stay quiet. I need to sort out the loud voices in my head telling me I should stay away from Wyatt. That his life is dangerous and I have nothing to do with it. Look at how my mother ended up. A chill down my spine makes me move faster, getting into the shower as a horrible rea
Blake POVI stop in my tracks when I hear the words that make my entire world spin. “I love you,” he says again with a plea. I turn around and look at him. Wyatt is on one knee with a small black box in his hand, and I am taken aback by what he is about to do. “No, don’t you dare do that,” I let out. The venom in my tone makes Wyatt look down and inhale deeply. “Don’t you dare do that to me right now, I am too mad,” I say and his beautiful eyes meet mine once more and a small smirk appears on his lips and I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Blake Pierce, I have never met a woman so infuriating, smart, incredibly stubborn, and beautiful as you. You are like the sun to me. Everything in my world revolves around you. Everything that happened in our lives was for this moment right here,” Wyatt says as he stands up and takes one step to me, ending the distance between us. “If things had gone differently, we wouldn’t be standing here,” he says with his hands moving to my face and one movi
Wyatt POV“Oh, look who’s here, the boyfriend,” the fucking bitch says as she stares in my direction. Everything in me is saying to end her miserable life, to wrap my hands around her neck and put pressure until her eyes go wide, her lips turn purple and her body is limp. Her bother should’ve suffered more than he did, he should’ve ended up here with her, I wish I had my way with him, I would have made him beg for his life, I would have made him regret every choice in his fucking life, I would have shown him how fucking stupid he is and how he fucked with the wrong person. How he should’ve left Blake out of this.I might not be the best person in the world, and I don’t have siblings, but if I did, I would do everything in my fucking power to protect them, to keep them from harm’s way and I wouldn’t ignore them and pretend they didn’t exist. Their idea of family is so fucked up to me that I swear all I want to do is kill her and send her to hell, where she will meet her fucking brothe
Blake POVIt took me a long time to convince them to see Leia. Wyatt thought I would be better off, but right now he doesn’t have a say about my life, or anything, for that matter. I don’t want to hear another word coming from his mouth. Emma convinced me to be checked by a doctor before anything and treat the wounds I had on my body. I am not going to lie that eating and drinking made me feel much better and I can see things with a different clarity than I had when I was trapped in that horrible building. As I walk down the dark concrete stairs to the basement, I feel a chill down my spine and I can’t help but shake my head. This is my worst nightmare and I can’t believe this is happening to me. I take a deep breath, gathering the courage I have been hoping I have, and open the door at the bottom of the stairs. The single lamp above Leia’s head makes me think of old horror films, where they would capture their victim and leave them in a dark room with only one lamp above them. I s
Blake POVThis place looks like a freaking maze, and I can’t seem to find Leia, but I know she is in here, I had seen her earlier and I don’t think she would have the time to leave the building, this place is huge and we are quite high up.I watch as The Reaper walks out of one of the rooms and I stop walking. Wyatt stands next to me as I hold my breath. My brain trying to figure out something to say. He walks towards us and I swear I can feel my heart beating in my throat. I think it’s about to come out of my body through my mouth, if that is even possible.“I need to tell you something,” I say as I turn to face Wyatt. This might not be the best time in the world to tell him I kissed another man before I told him I was carrying his child. Fuck, I sound like a proper slut. I hate I did that. I hate myself for doing this as well, but if The Reaper opens his mouth and says anything, it
Blake POVAs we walk through the long corridors of whatever building we’re inside, I can see bodies lying. Some of them with their eyes still opened in shock, showing the shock they were feeling when they died. I never really thought about death as much as I did this time I was captured. Yes, I thought about death, but not about mine, about how people feel the last second before their heart stops beating. These last few days have been a fucking rollercoaster inside my head. Finding out I have siblings who knew I existed and never bothered to take care of me was the hardest part of it all. Knowing that I had a father until recently and knowing I had a brother and a sister who could have rescued me from the horror that was foster care and they didn’t move a finger. I don’t know if my life would’ve been better or worse than it was. But I know if they had come for me I wouldn’t have Emma in my life and I think I am okay with them leaving me alone to battle for my things because it made