Blake POV
“What happened to you?” Wyatt asks, and I consider telling him the truth. But I can’t, it’s too risky. I would be crossing a line I would never be able to cross back. It would put him in so much danger. I hate having to hide things from him. I hate that I can’t tell him everything. I hate that I am hiding this baby from him.
“I can’t tell you, but believe me, it’s all going to end soon, because of this…” I say, gathering the courage as I move quickly on the bed and grabbing the pregnancy test I did earlier to show him. I don’t know how he is going to react, but I hope he is as excited as I am.
I give him the pregnancy test, and immediately I start to chew on my nails. Anxiety taking over as I watch his face pale and his eyes move between me and the test in his hand. I can almost see the wheels turning in his head and I am starting to regret this. He is not happy. Wyatt stands up using a
Blake POV“How are you feeling?” Emma asks as soon as I walk out of the bathroom. I stare directly at her, shaking my head and she smiles, pulling me into her arms while we walk back to the living room. The apartment she is living is huge, it must be nice to have this kind of money. Emma allows me to pay her rent, and I am grateful for that. She didn’t want to charge me anything, and I felt horrible about that. I am not a charity case.“I swear this kid is trying to kill me,” I say with a smile on my face. The morning sickness has been brutal, to the point my doctor prescribed me some pills to help, but honestly, it doesn’t do much. Every time I think about eating or I actually eat something, I end up hugging the toilet and puking everything out.“How about we go look at some baby clothes today?” She asks and I shake my head, biting my lower lip. I need to do what that bastard told me to do so I can finally be free
Wyatt POV“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dash asks me as I empty the second bottle of whiskey. I shrug without looking at him. I haven’t told them I dumped Blake, and I haven’t told them about the baby. Everything in me has gone numb without her by my side.“Seriously dude, you’ve been in the shittiest of moods, you’re drinking more than usual, and you are not even sleeping at home. Does Blake know what the hell is happening here?” He asks, and I stare directly into his eyes before I throw the empty bottle over his head against the wall. He ducked just in time before the bottle hit him in the head and smashed against the wall.“What the fuck?” Dash says raising his arms in frustration at the same time Jagger walks into the VIP area of the nightclub he just opened. Today is the opening and we are here celebrating with him. Celebrating. Puff. As if… I can’t celebrate shit. My mind has gon
Wyatt POV“Seriously, you were not going to tell us Blake is pregnant?” Dash asks as he walks next to me, after I sobered up as much as I could on the ride to the safe house. I have been trying to figure out where the fuck Blake is, but I can’t think of anything. My brain has gone blank, and that only shows me I did the right thing pushing her away. I can’t think straight when it comes to Blake.“It’s not important,” I say, shrugging my shoulders, and I can hear Jagger scoffing behind me. I stop walking and he stops at the same time. I turn around to face him. His eyes are murderous and the way he is staring at me could send people to the ground, but not me. I am not afraid of him.“What?” I bark at him, shoving my hands into my pockets as his stare gets colder by the second. Dash stands next to his brother now, and I feel like they are ganging up on me. “If you have something to say… don’t
Wyatt POV“She’s not here,” those words keep repeating on a loop inside my head, but I am not taking the meaning seriously. He can’t be telling me the truth. That has to be some sort of mistake. I walk past him and he shakes his head while I storm into the room and I look around. Her smell is still in here, mixed with smoke and a sweet perfume. A perfume so strong she would never be caught wearing it.“Fuck,” I curse as I kick a single chair, making it fly against the wall and break into a thousand pieces. The room looks like someone has fought to get out, and I hope it was her. Give them hell, baby. Make them regret taking you away from me.Images of my mother being raped flashed in front of my eyes once more and I collapse on one knee on the floor, removing the mask and placing my hands in front of my eyes, trying to shield myse
Blake POVThe burning sensation under my eye wakes me from the slumber I was in. Immediately I try to move, but my hands are restrained and so are my legs. I attempt to open my eye, but I am unable to; only one of them opens and my vision becomes blurred. What the hell?I try to fight the restraints, but it burns me. I move my hands to my eye and I can feel the swollen area and I flinch as my fingers touch it. “Argh,” I let out softly. I try to scan the place I am at but I can barely see, but I can hear people talking. I can tell they are not in the same space as I am. The voices are muffled and sound distant. I try to stand up, but my legs don’t obey me. I know I am in some sort of bed or mattress. The smell if putrid of urine and damp.I scrunch my nose at the horrible smell surrounding me and I hope to God the smell is not mine. How long have I been in here? I try to think about what happened to me
Wyatt POV“It’s been two fucking days.” I roar as I walk out of the surveillance room before I broke everything in there. Everything in me is screaming. Blake is in serious danger and no one can fucking find her. It’s like they fucking vanished into thin air. I have everyone looking for her, looking for anything I can hold on to, but no one seems to find anything.“You need to stay calm,” Dash says and I stop walking and stare directly at him. I can see the anger in his eyes. He was always very overprotective of Blake, and I know he is worried about her. I know he is losing his shit almost as I am.“Fuck you,” I say as I walk away from him after slamming my fist against the wall. The pain does nothing to soothe the ache I have inside. The pain in my hand does nothing to numb the blame I am feeling right now.After the conversation I had with my moth
Wyatt POV“I don’t want any fuck ups. If you have anything on your mind, say now, and stay behind. This is Blake and my child on the line,” I let out in frustration. I am a leader and I want them to follow me to the end of the earth, but if they have something that can make this entire operation blow, I need them to stay the fuck behind. I would rather be one man down than end up with ten dead because one couldn’t keep his head on the game.“No one?” I ask again, and they all stay quiet while they are lined up against the wall. I stare into their eyes, trying to find the weakest link, but they are all strong and with heir heads in the game. “Storm, you’re staying behind with Emma and Travis, I need constant updates,” I say and he nods, but I hear a scoff coming from the end of the corridor and I can’t believe what my eyes are seeing.Emma is wearing all
Blake POV Finding out who my father is, well… was, because apparently, the same man that killed my mother killed my father has been a fucking rollercoaster. I still can’t believe this is all happening to me. I remember asking my mother about my father and she always said he was the biggest mistake of her life. Looking back, I think that is kind of debatable. I would say her boyfriend at the time was the biggest mistake of her life. Because of him, she ended up six feet under. I shake my head, trying to push away the memories of her. I miss her. She was somewhat a good mother, and I always had food, clothes, and school stuff. I never had anything expensive and most of the things were second hand, but they still existed. Toys were never something I owned a lot. I remember having a couple of calls and some Barbies without hair. The money I got from her after she died was a complete shock and now I know it wasn’t hers, and that’s why she couldn’t use it. It was my father’s. He left it
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