The Tattooed Bad Boy

Chapter Fifteen

"Hunter..." I breathed out and he turned his head towards me. "I need to know about Zachariah." I stared at him. 

I felt him shift uncomfortably and he sat up. I didn't bother sitting up, so I just kept lying down. Besides, I was feeling really weak due to the wound. Hunter breathed out and I felt as if he was fighting with himself whether he should tell me or not. Hunter his trust in me would be confirmed once he told me everything about himself. I wouldn't be shocked if he told me that he actually killed people, because he already confessed that he is a murderer. 

Is Zachariah the reason why Hunter considered himself a murderer? Did he really kill other people aside from his parents? That could be. I continued staring at Hunter, giving him his time to make himself ready to drop the bomb. Maybe it's not that bad though; maybe I'm just over exaggerating. I sat up and looked at Hunter. His blue eyes stared into my green ones as I took his hands in mine. I could feel him relax a little. 

"Look, Hunter, you can tell me whenever you're ready. You don't have to push it. I can wait." I said and he sighed. 

"No, you have the right to know everything, but to be honest with you, I'm scared that once you find out who I was, you'll go away and leave me alone." he said and for the first time, I saw hurt and fear in his eyes. 

I chuckled humorlessly. "You said it yourself, you were that person. You're not that person anymore. And as far as it goes to me leaving, I don't think you'll be able to get me out of your hair that easily." 

He chuckled and rubbed his eyes. "You're right. How would I be able to get rid of someone as annoying as you." he sighed dramatically, making me gasp and hit him on his upper arm. He narrowed his eyes at me, but soon his playfulness was gone and he became all serious. "I was part of the mafia, Zoe." he said all of a sudden. 

Yeah, I got that hint already. 

"I think I figured that out already." I nodded in acknowledgement.

He chuckled. "Anyways, it started when Blaze got admitted to the hospital. I needed the money. I met Zachariah when I was just a kid. He saw me crying on the street. I have no idea how he talked me into it. It's probably because I needed the money for Blaze's treatment. I was getting enough money, but it felt horrible. Seeing people die everyday—in fact, I killed most of them myself. I was the best Zachariah had. I didn't care about anything anymore. The only thing I cared about was Blaze's life. I was so scared to lose her. She was the only one I had left." he rubbed his face in frustration. "I have no idea how Blaze found out about all this. She told me she received a call from an unknown number and the person told her that I was a..." Hunter stopped for a few seconds. "...criminal." he continued. "I told her that I was doing it for her, but she didn't listen. She told me to quit it, or else she was going to end her life herself." 

"And you quit." I breathed out, a small smile forming on my lips. 

"Yeah, I did." he frowned. 

That does explain a lot though. Him being in a mafia gang made him care less about people. He killed people without even thinking about their loved ones. It kind of sent a shiver down my spine. All the people he killed had people that looked forward to seeing them. They might even have had their own families. 

"I regret doing everything I did now." Hunter pulled me out of my thoughts. "I was doing it all to save my sister. And now, because I don't have the money yet, the doctors refuse to do the last surgery. They know that that would save her, but they refuse to do it, because I don't have enough money. I still need ten thousand." he swallowed. 

I gave his hand a squeeze. "We're going to find a way, Hunter. We will save Blaze." 

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 I felt someone hug me from behind as I walked to the library. I grinned  and turned around, thinking that it was Hunter, or even Dylan, but my smile fell when I saw Alyssa. I jerked her hands off me and she frowned. I gave her a blank look and walked into the library. I always loved books, and I doubt that I would ever be able to live without them. I rubbed my eyes and walked over to one of the bookshelves, looking for a good book.