Forbidden (#1)✔️

thirty

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

YOLO I am back and I am sorry for the confusion of the 're writing' i decided i wanted to re write this but i changed my mind clearly.

Anyway back on with the book.

toodles. x

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BLAIRE'S POV

A sting gets thrown across my face and my eyes are forced open.

My cheek hurts and the bright lights feels like they are burning my skin off.

Grumbling and forced annoyance sounds from the floor beside me.

I look over and see...

JAXON!!!

The stupid fucker came for me, and even though I am supposed to be mad at him, I missed him but HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE!!!!!!

Fuck he looks like hell. Do I look like that???

He is kneeling down on his knees with a man dressed in all black beside him, aggressively holding him down. He has duct tape strapped tightly over his mouth, blood drips from his face onto his clothing at his hair is all bloody.

He has been whacked over the head by these fuckers.

He has his broken arm strapped tightly to his free one, that's fuckin hurting him.

The cast he previously had on it, looks like it's been ripped off whilst he must've been defending himself.

I can tell its hurting him because his eyes show it. He looks over at me and he slightly relaxes. But he still doesn't hesitate to try and release himself. I wince at the pain he is causing himself.

My eyes get ripped away from his roughly by someone's hand on my chin.

My eyes have nowhere else to look but at the man infront of me.

He is fuckin ugly. I feel nauseous looking at him.

He removes the tape from my mouth and I don't hesitate to spit in his face. That results in another hit to my face but I don't care I can take it, I'm not injured like Jaxon is.

Jaxon gets really fuckin annoyed by this fucker slapping me and he manages to stand up and headbutts the guy who was trying to hold him down.

He tries making his way over to me, bless him, but he doesn't get far as the fucker I spat on knocks him out.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" I scream wriggling in my seat trying to loosen the ropes on my wrists.

I look over to the Jaxon's limp body and all I want to do is go over there and hug the shit out of him but I fuckin can't and that infuriates me.

"Finally little missy is awake!" The fat fucker who I spat on says smirking.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I shout becoming impatient with his lack of answers.

"I work for your father. He sent me here to capture you and get you ready for him." He answers pacing the room.

Ready for him? What the hell does that mean.

The door behind him opens and in comes another man wearing mask and all in black. #

"He.." The fat fucker points at Jax. "Needs to go, can you do that?" He questions crossing his sloppy arms.

"NO please don't hurt him. He hasn't anything to do with my father." I beg.

They completely ignore my beg and continue with their private conversation and all I can do is stare at Jax.