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.
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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
Blake POV Every time I close my eyes, I see the guy’s face when The Reaper cut his tongue. How his eyes were wide and how he thought he was about to get away and he didn’t. He ended up dying in a pool of his own blood and I watched it. I run to the bathroom, emptying the content of my stomach as I keep doing every time the memories come crashing through. I hate every second of it, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins was amazing. How could my body betray me like that? I brush my teeth for the thousandth time before I go back to bed and press the call button to speak to Wyatt, but it goes straight to voice mail. He is flying back today, and he is probably on the plane. I miss him like crazy and I sure as hell hope he can help me forget this. Not that I can tell him “The Reaper came here during the blackout that he created and told me to go with him, and then we kidnapped a guy and took him somewhere I have never been before and torture him, and then disposed of the body when