***REAPER’S POV***
Author’s Note:
Yeah, you read that correctly. Since Reaper wouldn’t have a story of his own, this chapter is written in his Pov. Enjoy.
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I don’t need to babysit a girl just because we found out she isn’t some guy and is doing shitty jobs for survival, but then, Blakely is not like the girls I know, or mean, I fuck.
“Come, I will clean you up,” he motion towards the door that leads to my room.
It is huge, clean and airy than her little apartment she has downtown.
“I need to go home,” she says in pain.
I wish I had helped her ass earlier by stopping Zane from hitting her, but she got herself into this men. When Zane kicked her in the stomach, I had this pull to immediately step in, to make sure that she is alright, but I needed to bide my time, jumping in would have meant I knew more.
“Not happening, sorry,” I say with a plain smile on my face.
“It is,” she stutters scrambling to her feet.
She heads for the door and I step in front of her, blocking her move.
“My boss said I should keep an eye on you,” I let out.
“What are you? A guard dog or something?” she demands pressing my buttons hard.
She would come to know I deserve the name Reaper for a reason. I was in the army, I went to war for my country in Afghanistan and the bloody things I saw there made me a cold blooded bastard.
When Zane Vincenzo had used an agency to approach me saying he needed a confident to work with, I had been reluctant, but at the end, I needed to get my ass out of my house and get a job.
Zane has always been good to me, so far, he us the best boss anyone would have.
“I don’t appreciate you calling me a pet dog, and we know your not a badass boy, so cut out the presentation, will you?” I ask and when I hear her gasp, I smirk at her.
“How do you know?” she inquires her jaws dragging to the ground.
“My little secret honey. Do you mind telling me how you transitioned from Blakely Jordan to Austin Blakely?” I wander out loud, hoping that she will take the bait.
“Well, Mr. Guard dog, go fuck yourself. I owe you no fucking explanation. Where is my sister? I am going to leave right now,” she says looking at me with disgust.
Trying to side step me, I angrily grab her wrist and swirl her towards me.
“The boss asked me not to let you go. You are our captive now,” I say my chest tightening at that expression.
I don’t let her know Zane has given her to me.
She is mine to do whatever I please with, and with her sassy mouth and bitch ass attitude, I don’t think I am going to be bored for one second.
“You can’t do that. I am calling the police,” Blakely screams.
When she pulls out her phone from the back of her pocket, I pluck it off her fingers and scowls at her.
“And tell them what? You helped a criminal kidnap a Mafia Lord’s wife? Is this what you are going to say? You don’t want your baby sister to enter the system do you?” I ask and the mention of her sister’s name is the clue she needs to react.
Blakely slaps me across the face before I can even react to it.
“You old fucking asshole, I don’t want you close to me or my baby sister if not…” she trails her words.
“You wouldn’t do anything that will put Gemma in foster care. You are selfish enough to make her sleep with you and spend hours a night with an old lady who is supposed to be sleeping at odd hours when you do your rounds,” I call her out rudely.
Shaking her head, Blakely stares at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“You don’t know a damn about me, I will suggest you get out of my way now, I am going back home” she finishes, panting heavily.
I know I can’t let this girl go, I just met her, and I love her fiery, the energy she emanates. She is captivating, an enigma I would love to solve.
Having enough of he bullshit, I grab both sides of her arm and let her look at me, showing her my stern expression.
“Don’t make me be harsh on you, Blakely, I don’t want you leaving this place. As I said, you are our prisoner now, and I have been set to put an eye on you,” I say heaving my chest painfully.
Shaking her head quickly, I fear that she might snap her neck, her eyes are crazed as she searches everywhere for something to cling to.
“I have to work, I need to go to work today. I have to provide for my sister if not she will be taken away. That is where the real horror lies,” she mutters shaking with fear.
I feel for her, but I can’t let her go. She needs to understand that.
“You should have thought of the repercussions when you decided to help our enemies. And let me warn you, if Zane doesn’t get his wide safely, I will be the one to kill you before he puts his hands on you. And make no mistake, I will make sure the burns are lasting, and if you dare shut your eyes for even a second, I will electrocute you back life and continue my life ending torture until nothing is left of you but bones and a lifeless bitch hanging from a rope above my room,” I finish, releasing her.
That was a huge mistake because Blakely falls to the ground, her eyes popping in shock at what I had just said.
I know she is under the shock, and I expect her to be. What I don’t see coming is the panic attack that takes over her.
Instantly, Blakely starts singing an old monotone sound that traps her in her head and away from me.
Widening my eyes in fright, I rush to her, calling her name out.
“Blakely? Hey, girl, you can stop acting now,” I tell her but she doesn’t respond. She is just on the floor her legs pulled back against her chest and she has her arms wrapped around her knees as she rocks herself back and forth, that demonic sound playing out loud.
I might have triggered one of her panic attacks and reflecting on what I had just said, I know I am a stupid idiot for doing so.
“Fuckkk! Fucking fuck it,” I cry out as I sweep Blakely in my arms and bring her up with me.
Rushing towards my room, It is big, and the two bedrooms stand there staring at me. Rushing towards the open door, I take her to my bedroom where I sit with her on my bed.
Dragging the blanket over her, I start rocking her, making sure that I stop her attack, before it gets dangerous.
“Hey, Sugar? Come back to me, please. I know I am a dick for saying all those awful things to you. Damn it, just snap out of this your state, you could slap me again and I wouldn’t do anything to you,” I beg, not knowing why I am doing so.
My chest is heaving tightly, I know I am making such a silly mistake bidding my time with her like that, but I don’t give a fuck, she needs to be okay.
Fifteen minutes of begging and praising Blakely makes her calm down and I know this situation is more fucked up than I think.
“That is it, Sugar, open your eyes to me. I am just here. Do you see me? Good girl, now take in deep breathes and release them for me,” I state and she obeys.
Blake got me so frightened that seeing her wide awake causes a jolt of excitement to hit me.
When her bright grey eyes with speckles of blue flashes against mine, I take in a deep breathe.
“You scared the shit out of me, Sugar. That is it, come back to me,” I exhale, my eyes twinkling at her.
I now know how Zane must be feeling about his wife’s disappearance because if I get as attached to this girl as he is to his wife, then, I am a lost case.
Whatever made Blake to snap out like that might have been terrifying and my stupid ass just triggered it.
“Are you alright?” I ask as we stare at one another in silence.
She nods. “Put me down, please,” she begs softly.
“No. I can’t do that. Don’t even try arguing with me because that will be fruitless. Just stay here for a while please,” I beg softening my voice.
I know this lady is fragile. She is twenty and struggling to keep her sister away from the system. I wonder how long she has done so for. I do not ever wish to put her in trouble, but suddenly, I think I want this life… To be responsible for someone.
“But then, I really need to leave please. I need to go to work,” she pleads, hiding her face from me, but I see the sadness buried in them.
Huffing, I prepare the words I know will break her heart into pieces more than I have already done.
“My boss shut down the club. So, even if I let you go, there would be no job for you, Blake. It is better you stay here,” I murmur, hoping that I am convincing enough.
“Why? I don’t know any of you people. This is kidnapping,” she cries out.
“It will be worse if Zane doesn’t find his woman, Blakely. So, you better be praying he does and that she is in a good position,” I blurt out.
My heart is pounding against my chest, I know this shit wouldn’t end well, but deep down in me, I want Zane to find London, if not, I wouldn’t be good catching feelings for this lady.
Sniffing, I feel Blake shift in my arm.
“What will I be doing here? You all will probably hate me now. I can’t even look at anyone in the face, considering how selfish I had been,” she cries out, her face finding my neck and hooking to it like it was her lifeline.
I feel hurt for her too, but this woman needs to know her actions have consequences.
“I can’t help you if you don’t stay put and obey me,” I tell her, kissing her head softly.
She jerks lightly, pushing her face to my line of vision.
“You are willing to help me escape your boss?” Blakely ask her voice filled with hope.
I could have laughed at her face if the situation was different but right now, it isn’t. So, I just place gentle kisses across her head until I find the voice to speak.
“No, Sugar. I can’t help you escape, but I’ve got a better offer for you,” I explain.
“Which is?” she demands nuzzling my neck.
“I can keep you as mine and provide for you and Gemma. Just say yes,” I offer feeling how her back goes taut all of a sudden.
For a long time, Blake doesn’t utter a word that I think she is sleeping.
Then, her voice comes through, breaking through the silence.
“What do you get out of this? Wouldn’t your wife or kids wonder that you are helping two strangers that helped your boss’ wife got kidnapped?” she demands continuing what she is doing.
“I am not married and I have not kids. So, what will that answer of yours be?” I ask hoping she accepts.
Since I found Blake holed up in her apartment scared like a kitten, I have this huge to protect her. It might just be Zane giving me the push to do so that is causing me to react as such.