Blake POV
“Oh, thank fuck you’re awake,” Wyatt says as he steps closer to me and Emma steps away from the bed. Wyatt’s lips meet my forehead and I look at him, lost deep in thoughts. Why was his face the last thing I remember seeing? The darkness engulfed me when I fell back, when The Reaper pushed me away from the shooter.
I remember the screaming, but I don’t know if it was real. Why was Wyatt there? He was in England, or wherever it was he went to do some business. Why was he there? I remember the feeling of being in someone’s arms as my wound on the back of my head was stinging. I move my hand touching the back of my head and I flinch with the pain of moving my arm and touching my head.
“Are you okay? Has the doctor been here?” Wyatt asks and as if it was magic, the door opens and the doctor walks in. He is tall and handsome with blonde hair pulled back. His smile is the same as the nurses’s. He steps to
Blake POV “Is this really necessary?” I ask the nurse as she helps me into the wheelchair and she nods, offering me her purest and brightest smile. The woman must finish the day with pain on her face. It’s not possible. No one smiles that much. I take a deep breath sitting on the chair as Emma gets ready to wheel me out of the room. I haven’t seen Wyatt since I asked him to leave the room. I am not in the right mind space to talk to him, not after finding out I am carrying his child and everything is going down to shit because he is going to freak the same way he did when Sandrine came out with the news. He will probably think I am some gold digger and I hate that he could think that of me. “Shall we?” Emma asks and I nod as I rest my hands on my legs. I am unable to touch my stomach at the moment. I haven’t digested the idea I am pregnant and I am about to have a child in this fucked up world. After the doctor told me I wouldn’t be able to conceive, I kind o
Wyatt POV“I have to go,” I let out, forgetting I was speaking to France. I end the call as I watch Blake’s head bob up and down while she sucks my cock. I close my eyes and lean my head back, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking my length.“Fuck,” I let out through greeted teeth as she bites lightly my tip and my eyes roll back in pleasure and pain. I wrap my fingers in her hair, forcing her head down while she gags. Her eyes meet mine and I can see the tears forming in them as she struggles to breathe. Her cheeks turning pink and I watch as she tries to pull away, but I keep her in place as I move my hips, fucking her mouth.I pull away and Blake gasps loudly for air, falling back on the floor, and I watch as she clears the tears from her eyes. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, darling,” I say, offering her my hand. Her eyes lock on mine and fear flash in them for a split second and then I see the fire that burns inside of her. She takes my hand and gets back on her kne
Blake POVIt’s been two days since I left hospital and the last time Wyatt actually touched me. He’s been avoiding me like the plague and every time I look at him, I see his face watching me after I hit my head. With time passing, I am more and more convinced he was there. I just don’t know why and how. The only thing I can think of is that he is The Reaper, but that makes no sense.Wyatt is caring and even though he is not touching me, his justification being that it’s doctor’s orders, which he is right. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to be a criminal. He is too much of a control freak. Shit. He is a control freak. He needs everything to be done his way. Just like The Reaper. No. That’s not possible. He wouldn’t mess me around like this. Would he?The nurses have been driving me absolutely insane, and I convinced Wyatt to get rid of them. I have Emma here that hasn’t left my side for a second and Mrs. Roberts. That is the sweetest lady in the world. She is one of those women th
Blake POVAfter convincing Wyatt to have a shower and go to bed, I feel like the shittiest person in the world. But I know I need to find out if he is the same person as the man I have been trying to take down since I was a child. I need to know if he is the person who destroyed my childhood. That destroyed my life.I spend the night awake watching as he sleeps. His eyes move from time to time and his breathing becomes heavier and I know he is dreaming. I watch as he rests his hand on his naked stomach, his head moving from one side to the other until he ends up sleeping on his stomach. The man looks so sexy sleeping it should be illegal.“Don’t you sleep?” I hear his voice and I swallow hard. I smile as his blue eye opens and then close again. “That is kind of creepy,” he says, and I can’t help but smile again. I am a sucker for his eyes, and I know I would never find another man with powerful eyes like him.“Don’t you have to go to work?” I ask as I sit on the edge of the bed. I don
Wyatt POV“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dash asks as he looks at my car. I nod with my arms crossed in front of my chest while Jagger moves his hand over my car, as if trying to commit it to memory.“You’re taking this too serious,” Jagger says and I nod before he has a chance to continue his line of thought. “She is going to freak,” he says, and I nod once more.“I think that’s the fucking idea,” Dash says as he opens the car door and steps inside. “So, how are we doing this? Actual accident? Or are we smashing it up?” He says and I take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. I know this plan is going to work, but fuck…“Smash the windows,” I let out and Dash smiles, walking to the baseball bats on the corner of the garage. He holds the three of them in his hand and passes one to me and then throws one at Jagger. He grabs it without any issues and immediately slams it against the passenger seat window and the noise is heartbreaking.Dash slams the bat against the front
Blake POVI watch as Wyatt sleeps next to me. He has been out for about one hour when I decide it’s time to get out of bed and get dressed. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but if I don’t… I don’t even know. I had my doubts about them being the same person, but not anymore. How could they be? The way Wyatt walked home yesterday made me realize I was barking at the wrong tree.I move my hand down his face, kissing his head softly before I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. On my tiptoes, I get out of the bedroom after getting dressed. I don’t even know how to deal with this. Yes, I have some information, but nothing that will make The Reaper back off. I need him to leave Emma and Wyatt alone.The way my heart broke when I saw his cut lip, his bruised eye, the way he was holding to his side as he walked. The doctor said he was very lucky. But I don’t think luck had anything to do with it. They knew exactly what t
Blake POV“No, please, I can’t… I…” I say, but stop myself. I can’t tell him I am pregnant. I can’t tell him or he will use it against me. He will try to kill my baby. I feel the tears pooling in my eyes and I pull away from him, but his hands grip my arms, forcing me to look at him.His hand moves from my arm to my neck as he wraps one hand around it and puts pressure on it. I widen my eyes as I gasp, trying to get some air into my lungs, but nothing is coming. I wrap my hands around his wrist, trying to pull away, but he puts pressure on my neck, and pushes me against the wall.I close my eyes, trying to focus on breathing, but no air is passing his grip and I start to fight him off. I move my hands, trying to grip his mask, but he pulls away, stretching his arm, keeping me in place. Tears roll down my cheeks as I see my life ending right here, right now.“Please, I’m preg…” I start sa
Wyatt POV“Do as you’re told,” I tell Blake before I leave her alone in the office. I open the door in the office next to mine and stop inside, closing the door behind me. I rest the back of my head against the door, closing my eyes.What the fuck just happened? I lost control; I lost my shit and finding out Blake is pregnant like this has made me realize she has been hiding more stuff from me than I thought I knew. Emma didn’t tell me everything. She told me Blake remembers seeing me, but she was convinced she was mixing up memories, but I didn’t believe that for a second.The way she was pushing me away, not wanting to see me, to touch me, made a lot of sense with that. The way she asked me to leave the room in the hospital. Shit, that’s what the doctor told her? That she is pregnant?Why hasn’t she told me? Why is she keeping this from me? Do I even want fucking kids? How am I going to raise a kid in this world
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