Forbidden (#1)✔️

five

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This chapter includes Jaxon's mini POV, he will get longer POV's in future but for now this is only a small one. 

toodles. x

JAXON'S POV

My father woke me up at 5am asking for me to meet him in his office to have a 'chat'. That never usually ends well...

I knock on his door and he shouts for me to come in.

"Ahh son, your here..." He says dryly. He gestures for me to sit down in one of the chairs infront of his desk...I do so.

"What do you want father?" I ask looking down at my boots. I know if I make eye contact with him, I will just see the disappointment he holds for me in his eyes and I don't wish to see that.

"I have brought you here to talk... about Blaire." He replies. He is typing on his computer when he says this so I think he is about as interested in this 'chat' as I am.

"What about her?" I ask, it is weird that he brought me in here at the break of dawn to talk about Gio's daughter. It doesn't make sense, he hates talking about anything to do with him.

"You will be spending a lot of time with her, because you two are the same age, she will likely trust you more than any of my other soldiers. That is why you are in charge of her wellbeing and her safety. I do not want any harm brought to that child unless it is approved by me. She is a vital part to this plan and I cannot have you falling in love with her and ruining it. I FORBID it!!" He says angrily. 

Why on earth would I fall in love with the daughter of my enemy? I mean yeah she is fuckin beautiful but I would never go that far to betray my father.

"Do you understand me, I FORBID it." He finishes.

"Yes father, I hear you loud and clear."

"Good now leave." I nod my head at him, he ignores it like usual and leave his office.

I head towards Blaire's room to make sure she is awake and doesn't miss breakfast. I pray she is not hard work because I am really not in the mood.

BLAIRE'S POV

I am roughly woken up by the alarm I set last night. 

I once again had that same old fuckin dream... I am alone in room with a man. A man who looks familiar. I haven't seen him before but I recognize his voice from somewhere. 

He wears black combat boots... and every time the dream or nightmare, whatever you want to call it, ends, always ends with me getting shot in the head. My worst nightmare...GUNS.

Shutting my alarm, I take 5 minutes to remember exactly what happened last night. 

Bastard Xander tortured my mom and Lili and made me fuckin watch. Prick.

I manage to stumble out of bed and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. The bathroom is white marble tiles on the floors, walls and the ceiling is plain white. Grey cabinets and a 1 sink are the only decorations in here. There is a shower and a separate bathtub, next to the window, looking out on New York.

Even though I am now 18, I have not changed. I am going to remember the events of my 18th Birthday for every future birthdays now. 

AND WHO'S FAULT IS THAT...FUCKIN SMELLY PIECE OF SHIT XANDER VALENTINE.

I rush in the shower because I want to dress 'appropriately' like Jaxon ordered. I mean I don't exactly have anyone to impress but I want to seem presentable now that I'm 18...I don't know, I think I have a hangover and my brain is being retarded.