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
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
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
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
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 POV“Come on, man, it’s not rocket science,” Jagger says, and I roll my eyes as I listen to the bickering coming through the earpiece I am wearing.“Yeah, fuck you, come and do it yourself then,” Dash lets out in frustration and I can’t help but take an exasperated breath. They are my best friends and twins. We grew up together, and we went to a university in England. They spent their time sleeping around while I took my education seriously. Sleeping around was never a priority for me.Fuck that, relationships were never a priority for me. Women are a distraction I can’t afford, not when I have so many secrets to hide, and many people depending on me. “Okay, can you two ladies stop the bickering and tell me what you see?” I bark.“I don’t know what you expected, but it’s empty, nothing here, man,” Dash says and I frown. That’s not the information we got. I was told that was the place we could find the hidden supplies. I shake my head, rubbing my forehead as a headache threatens
Blake POV“Seriously, Blake, you’re freaking me out,” Emma says as she looks at the wall in my bedroom. You know those walls in horror films where the police are trying to find the killer? The red lines connecting the newspaper articles, and the photos, all the evidence into a gigantic mural… well… That’s how my bedroom wall looks like right now. I look at Emma, offering her an encouraging smile before I refocus on the wall.I am a journalist who specializes in taking down criminals. I have successfully handed over three men to the police who have ties to the Italian mob. I single-handedly do a better job than the police, but I don’t have rules I need to follow. I am not afraid to bend the law to get the information. I just want to give people a great report on my job.I have been trying to take down the man who killed my mother, but everything I try to find out about him leads me to a dead end. It’s all very frustrating. I am good at my job; I am starting to suspect he is figuring ou
Wyatt POV Today is one of the hardest days of my life. My engagement party is tonight and I unfortunately have to attend and pretend to be having a great time. The problem is that I hate social affairs and I definitely am not happy about getting married. It is a simple business deal for me, and it doesn’t matter how many times I tell Sandrine I don’t love her and I will never love her. She keeps pretending everything is fine and we are the perfect couple. I guess that in the eyes of midia, we are; she is the only heir of the Parisi fortune and I am a self-made billionaire and New York’s most eligible bachelor, according to People magazine. What can I say? I am never really seen parading any women and when I do; I get engaged straight away. Obviously, their mafia roots are well hidden and they have no clue who I really am and why I want to marry her. I know Lorenzo Parisi is the Don of the Italian mafia. I want to take it from him. I want to make him pay for a