You Smell Like Trouble.

Chapter 3: His Club

*This chapter is in Natania's POV, but whenever it's in Blaze's, the title will say so, like chapter 2*

"We'll be landing in a few minutes, sir." the pilot says over the intercom.

"Change." Blaze says.

I stand up and open the bag he left for me, and the dress is a deep red. I pull it out of the bag and it's long as hell.

"No way you bought me a grandma dress." I say in disbelief.

He snickers, "it looks cute. I like it."

"Fuck you."

He sits back and man-spreads in his chair, "you could've if you stopped being a smart-ass."

I scoff before taking off my shirt. I begin to take my pants off, but I stop when I see he's still looking at me.

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

"Why? Stop it."

"I have eyes. No."

"Fine, then." I shrug.
I drop my pants, then my underwear as well.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asks angrily.

"Well this dress will fit pretty tightly so I should take my underwear off so it won't look weird. Also easy access just in case." I tease with a smile.

I pull my shirt over my head, and when I open my eyes, he's standing right in my face.

"I hope you don't have any plans on having a little one-night-stand, bella. You're my fiancé and that'd make me look bad so get your shit in check and put your underwear back on." he demands.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I'll keep it in my pants, but those underwear are not going back on, so suck it."

He looks at me angrily, but I ignore him and put the dress on.
It surprisingly fits pretty nicely.

"Hm... this isn't bad." I say.

"Whatever." he scoffs.

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I walk off the plane, a few seconds after Blaze, and there's a lot of people out here, dressed in all black. They must be apart of his family's mafia. They look like they all have sticks up their ass.

"Whoa, man. I see you found yourself a new and finer piece of ass than that flight attendant, huh?" a guy laughs as he looks at me.

Blaze's eyes narrow at him and he goes to speak, but I interrupt,

"I'm his fucking fiancé, you asshole. And even if I weren't, who the hell are you to talk about me that way? You're just a puny little henchman. Remember that shit the next time you wanna speak, bitch."

"Ooh, shit!" another guy laughs.

I walk to the car, and Blaze's driver opens the door for me, "thank you, sir."
I go to buckle my seatbelt, when a gunshot rings off. I flinch at the sound, then cover my eyes, knowing what just happened.

The car door opens and Blaze calls to someone outside, "take him to the pigsty so he can reside with his family." then he gets in the car.

He just killed him.

"Blade..." I call.

"My name is Blaze, with a z."

"Why did you do that?" I ask as I remove my hands from my ears.

"Because I felt like it. Stop questioning me."

"You know what, you asshole? I'm so sick and tired of your fucking attitude!" I shout. He's so annoying.