Blake POV
“Get off me,” I shout, but he doesn’t move, his hands touching my pussy. I close my legs as the fingers move inside of me and I can feel my pussy getting wet. No, no, this is not happening. Why is this happening to me?
“Calm down, it’s just me,” I hear a whisper, a voice very familiar. Wyatt. His hand moves from my head and I look over my shoulder to see his two-colored eyes staring right at me. Hunger, anger, desire, everything in them scream sexual need. I stop fighting and his fingers move further inside of me and my eyes roll back as a moan comes out of my mouth.
“You knew it was me, your body was ready for me as soon as I entered the room,” he says and I swear I want to slap him, but the way his thumb is caressing my clit is sending me into a place of pleasure and not aggression. The way he works my body is something I will never get used to. He is skillful. He is the most amazing man I have ever fel
Blake POV“No. You can’t come in, I told you several times,” Jagger says, while Wyatt reads a piece of paper. As I walk down the stairs with Dash, everyone’s eyes are on me. Wyatt’s ones are blazing and Jagger looks bored. I think it’s the first time I’ve actually seen him not looking angry. My entire body is trembling and I can feel Dash’s hand on my lower back, trying to give me some support.“Miss Pierce, would you please come with us?” The police officer says and I look at Wyatt and Jagger and they both shake their hands.“We will drive her there, and you… mouth shut.” Jagger says, then focusing on me while the police officer laughs, walking past Jagger into the house towards me. The way Jagger stares at the man makes my stomach turn, and I stare at the police officer. He is tall, blonde and has green eyes. The dark circles under his eyes show how tired he is.“What i
Blake POVI spent the worst night of my life ever. The women crying on the cell next to mine, and the men screaming, the horrible smell of urine, someone even decided that it was a good idea to throw up. “Good morning sunshine,” I hear someone say and I raise my eyes to find a police officer staring at me.“You must have some friends in really high places to get a visit today,” he says, and I frown. I stand up immediately, thinking Emma and Jagger have to be back. They are the ones that can visit me, right? They are my attorneys.“Hands,” the police officer says and I place them in front of me and outside the cell like they told me to do and he puts the handcuffs on my wrists. I close my eyes for a few seconds while the cuffs pinch my skin and hurt.“Step back,” the police officer says and I step back. What happened to innocent until proven guilty? I didn’t kill anyone and I will make the NYPD my bitch
Blake POV It’s been more than one week since I have been arrested and I can finally go home. Wyatt says he will have people surrounding the building, but I think he is overreacting. I close my eyes as I stand outside my door and take a deep breath. “I took care of everything,” Wyatt says, and I nod slightly. Wyatt says the police were contacted about the break in and they have checked all the surveillance cameras and found the person responsible, but I decided not to press charges. They are just suffering for their loss and if they thought that was the way to deal with their pain; I am okay with it. I remember when my mom died I spiraled big time, and I was just a child. As an adult, I would probably seek revenge as well. I am seeking revenge for my mom’s death, so I completely understand when someone goes on an anger rampage and tries to sort out their feelings. “Open the door, Blake,” Wyatt’s voice startles me and I open the door. When I look inside, everything looks like no one
Blake POV “Hi, hey, where are we going?” I ask, but the guy driving says nothing. His eyes on the road. His eyes are dark and they freak me out. I have never seen dark eyes like those. They terrified me. The drive takes around one hour or so, and when the car stops, I look around and regret waking up today. This is the type of thing if you see in a horror movie you would be screaming at the screen, “Don’t go in there, you’ll die,” but hey, here I am, opening the door and stepping out of the SUV. I look around and I swear this is the most cliche thing ever, abandoned factories, nothing surrounding us, and here I am, meeting a man that I have been trying to take down since forever. The driver looks at me and then points at a double door that is open. Fucking great, not I have to walk inside of the factories, and I am certain I am walking toward my death. I am sorry Emma; I know you asked me to stop this, and Wyatt. I am never going to see him again. Those beautiful two colored eyes. I
Blake POV “Good, now, going back to you owing me,” he says and I shake my head, staring at him. “Don’t interrupt me, Blake, that’s not polite, and I am making an effort here,” he says and I close my mouth, listening to him. I cross my arms in front of my chest and stare at him. “I got you out of jail. It’s a shame your little boy toy didn’t get to it sooner. You see, I have my eyes on him,” he says and my eyes widen. Why is he bringing Wyatt into this? “Don’t bring Wyatt into this,” I let out and he rests back against his chair once more and shakes his head. “If you do as I say, the Boy toy comes out scratch-free, if you don’t. Well, would be a shame to have some collateral damage and get you in jail once and for all,” he says and for the first time, fear strikes me shut. He is basically telling me he will kill Wyatt and frame me. “Bastard,” I let out and his humorless chuckles come out again. He stands up and walks around the desk, standing i
Wyatt POV “Do this, and the evidence against you will disappear,” I say, staring into Blake’s eyes. The way she is looking at me is making my stomach turn. Her eyes are pooled with tears. Bringing Emma into this will make her do as she says. She wouldn’t care about her life. I realized that as soon as I saw them together. I turn my back, staring back at the window in front of me and as soon as the door closes, I turn around, taking the mask off. Even though I wear this mask almost on a daily basis, it makes my hair wet with sweat, and I can feel it dripping down my neck and down my back. I pass my hand through my wet hair before I throw the mask back on the desk and sit down with my head between my hands. I mentally kick myself for the way she is feeling right now. She is showing no fear, and that is a massive turn on for me. The way she talked back to me got me rock hard, but I couldn’t show it to her. All I wanted to do was bend her over the desk an
Blake POV I am running out of time. The time The Reaper gave me is ending and I haven’t been able to find anything good in Parisi. He lives quite an open life, but his dirty deals are very secretive. I don’t know hot to get close to him. My only way was through Sandrine, and I fucked up that chance because of Wyatt. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I read several newspaper articles that I think are associated with Parisi, but there’s no proof, no evidence connecting him to the crimes. He is sleek, but I will find a way. I will find something on him, something that will help me get the Reaper out of my life so I can take him down, because if he thinks I will stop, he is wrong, I won’t stop until he is behind bars and I have the justice I need. I have been calling Emma every day and I know she thinks something is about to happen because I never call her every day, but, hey. I need her to be careful and I know I can’t tell her why, because I know he has a way of listening to my calls,
Wyatt POV “This is a bad idea.” Dash says while we all pile up into the SUVs. I shrug, not changing my mind. We have a kidnap happening today, someone important and I need Blake involved in this. I need her deep in the shit with us. I want us to fear me as she should. I want her to see firsthand what I am capable of. I need her to understand this is not a joke, this is not something I do lightly. “I think this is brilliant. She is getting involved either she likes it or not. She is a liability and Wyatt here sleeping with her is making things harder for us,” Jagger says, and Dash shakes his head. Once we reach the building and the lights go down, I know that she will find everything weird. I just wasn’t expecting the way she was talking to me. I do like the idea she pitched. Purge. In a way, I am purging my demons. I am purging the innocence out of her; I am getting her involved in this and she will become just like me. Is that really what I want? To corrupt her? I guess it is. As
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