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
Hello everyone.I know I usually update daily, but it’s Xmas time and it’s the busiest time of the year for me at work and at home. I have been playing with the elf on the shelf every night creating the magic for my little ones and now it’s time to disconnect from the internet and enjoy some time with them. I will be working Xmas day so I am trying to make magic and spend as much time as possible with my family before that. I hope you all understand and I hope you’re enjoying Wyatt’s story.From January there will be daily updates. Maybe even 2 updates a day. So keep an eye out.Happy Holidays everyone
Wyatt POVSending Blake the photo was supposed to make her stay inside her house, safe. It was supposed to get her to understand that I was looking after her. That I need her safe and not going around unprotected. The way she looked at the camera and showed me her middle finger made me slam my fists against the wall and grab my things to go look for her.I am now driving like a lunatic on my way to her. Why does he have to be so stubborn? Doesn’t the fact someone entered her house and killed someone while she was asleep scared her? They are after her, after all. “Fucking move,” I shout inside my car as I slam my hands against the horn. The cab driver in front of me places his arm out of the window, flipping me off and all I want to do it break his hand.What the fuck is going on that makes people think it’s okay to show me the finger? Do they have a fucking death wish? I look at the mirrors and then I decide I am not waiting anymore. I pr
Blake POVAs I enter the apartment that looks like someone else’s, not mine, I shake my head as Wyatt follows me. I can feel the heat from his body behind me. He is too close. I spin around, losing my balance, and his arms are there to keep me from falling on my ass. I look up into his beautiful eyes and he smirks. I hate when he does that. My insides twist and I feel my stomach turning.“Shit,” I let out before I feel a wave of nausea and I end up puking all over his polished shoes. I can hear the groan coming from him as I keep a mouth in front of my mouth with my eyes wide. Wyatt kicks his shoes off and picks me up bridal style. The movement makes my stomach turn once again, and he rushes us to the bathroom.What feels like hours later, but it’s probably been a few minutes, I am on my knees still in the bathroom and I feel a hand caressing my back. Wyatt hasn’t left me alone at all. The entire time I have been hugging the toilet,
Blake POVI place both my hands against his chest pulling away from his kiss, his eyes still closed as he rests his forehead against mine and when they open he knows what I am about to say because he pulls away with a nod and turns round leaving me alone in the kitchen.His kiss felt like fire against my lips. I touch them, not being able to contain a smile as I close my eyes for a split second and when I open them, I hear the door closing. I walk to the door and rest a hand against it. He’s gone. He knows we are not supposed to do this. I got lost in his scent, in him, but we can’t. I look around the room and everything reminds me of him. Everything looks like he touched and chose. Everything is clean, just like him.I shake my head, walking into the bathroom, ready for a shower and sleep. I can’t let his choices and his mood interfere with my life. I can’t let anything like that dictate how I live my life. I have been distracted and not
Wyatt POVEntering the bar, I watch as Dash smiles at the girl behind the bar. She’s still holding the glass with his drink and his hand is covering hers. Jagger shakes his head and I can see a small smile on his lips as he watches his twin brother flirt with the bartender.“A whiskey, neat,” I say as I approach them and the girl immediately moves her hand from under Dash’s, with bright pink covering her cheeks. Jagger shakes his head as Dash lowers his head, resting his chin on his chest and taking a deep breath. As soon as he lifts his head and stares at me, I see the frustration on his face.“Seriously? You couldn’t wait another ten seconds?” Dash asks and I shake my head as the girl brings my drink, placing it in front of me and walking away as fast as she made my drink.“Nope, besides, aren’t you tired of sleeping with a different girl every night?” I ask and Dash shakes his head as he takes
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