|12| Remorse

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Blaze had enough. He was in his old bedroom, locked, and currently had his diary in his hands. The door opened. Ramona shut the door and locked it. She turned to Blaze.

"Good evening Darling, must I say, you look absolutely sexy in maroon." His tousled Black hair fell onto his forehead and his head throbbed from the hit he'd taken hours prior.

"What do you want?" He spoke, irritated. He needed to find Alexandria. And fast. "I don't have time for your antics and I don't want you here any longer." He reached for his gun, but grasped onto air instead. Ramona laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You haven't changed a bit! You and your little anger issues!" She squealed. "Now doesn't this feel familiar..." She tapped her long finger onto her chin. "Ah yes! The night you learned of that Alexandria girl!" She grinned with delight, chuckling.

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Blaze slammed the mansion door, growling. "Mr. Katz-" One follower spoke.

"Shut your mouth Raven." He spat. His head turned to the tied up captive. "Who's this?" He asked.

"Caught him just last night." Wolf responded, throwing the unconscious body towards him.

"His name?" He asked, stepping slowly forward.

"Chester Williams. Transfer from england. Came here with mommy and daddy to find a new life. The boy was found wandering the streets this evening. Thought I'd give him to you. Seems special." The female spoke, minding her tone of voice. The least any of them wanted was to see Blaze Katz angry.

"Looks about ten." Blaze observed. "Any relation?" Ramona emerged from the shadows.

"Cousin to Alexandria Sinclair. Got him drugged, won't remember anything when he wakes up." Blaze arched a brow.

"Alexandria Sinclair?" He asked. Ramona scoffed in return.

"Mayor's daughter. Around a year or two younger than you."

"That would make her-" Ramona answered his question quickly.

"Fifteen." Blaze hummed.

"Sounds special. We need to up our bounty first." Blaze informed. He left the room and opened the door to his bed. He turned around, shoulders slouching, he laid down on his bed and yawned. Ramona came in, water in hand. "Do you think Alexandria would be a good catch? For targeting?" He asked. Ramona scowled.

"Nah. We're all set." She tried. "And plus, who'd want a mayor's daughter anyway?" She asked. Blaze glared but gave in.

"Yeah, totally."

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"And here you are Blazie!" She screeched. "In love with your victim. Your bait." Blaze stood and pinned her to the wall.

"Don't test me Ramona." He warned, his grip tightening. She gasped for air as he let go reluctantly.

"You are the same man I met. You're weak and worthless. Alexandria only has pity for you. She told me herself." Her words pierced his skin.

She didn't love him.

It was all an act.

She never would.

Blaze glared at her. "What is your purpose?" He asked. Ramona just smiled.

"My purpose?" She asked. "My oh my, what is my purpose?" Blaze' eyes narrowed.

"Answer the damn question, Ramona." She showed her cheshire grin and pinned him to the wall.

"To simply watch you and that brat suffer." Her husky voice traveled down his ear to his spine. He stepped back.

"What are you planning to do with her?" He asked. "Why do you want to hurt her?" Ramona turned to the side.

"The world is your heartache. Please. Such words are useless." Blaze eyes traveled to her hands and towards the golden locket in her slim and sharp fingers.

"Where did you get that?" Ramona turned.

"Why do you want to know?" She spoke. "It's just a necklace. What would Dria care for?" Blaze took her hands in his.

"Ramona, all I ask is for you to leave both me and Dria alone. You can still rome as San Diego's most wanted gang. Just don't hurt Dria." He spoke with remorse in his voice.

"You want me to just give up the hunt?" She asked, anger filling her tone. "Have you ever known Ramona Camila Saurez to simply give up on a hunt?" Blaze stepped away from the crazed woman.

"Ramona-"

"No." She spoke. "I don't. And for you to think I will, is simply dumb Blazie. I'll hunt down my prey until they're bleeding at my feet. Begging for mercy." She sheathed her knife. "Let me tell you something," She stroked his chin. "You want to get away with being a monster, you act like a hero."

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