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“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

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

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

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