Blake's P.O.V
I drove back to the mansion and stalked towards my office, not wasting anymore time.
"Blake." I nodded at Alex.
"Where are the leads?" I asked with my face void of any emotions.
There was really no need to be excited because I've been trying to search for leads on mom's case for a really long time and usually, they'll just lead you to a dead-end.
He handed me a letter, drenched in dried blood with mom's handwriting scribbled all over it.
"What's this?" I asked, getting more interested.
"It's a letter for you. I found it under a broken wooden plank on the floor, in your old house. The one you told us to make sure nobody demolishes it." I nodded.
"I understand. Thanks, you may leave."
I sat down on my chair and tore the envelope open.
Pulling out the letter, it read:
Dear Blake,
There isn't any time left for me, I'm going to get killed.
Killed by who? Your own father.
I trusted him Blake. He betrayed me and he was going to pay for it.
I love you Blake. I hate going away like this, not even saying goodbye to you in person like I agreed to you when you were just a little boy.
My little Prince, no matter what your father has taught you, remember what I've taught you. I know you still have some good in you.
Love, mom.
I folded back the blood stained paper and set it down on my table.
How could he?
How could he murder his own wife?
How could he make a four year old boy motherless?
I punched the wall and it cracked under pressure.
I'll send him to hell. Personally.
Hailey's P.O.V
I don't know why Blake had to do this to me but I was honestly getting very fucking annoyed by now.
He controlled me while not controlling me at the same time.
He did it in a way that made him seem like it pained him when he did it. Like he didn't have a choice.
Urgh! He makes me so fucking pissed off, it's not even funny.
He even got his minions to "look after" me today. Flaring out at people that we're "harassing me" or just my friends talking to me. This is fucking ridiculous.
I walked out of school, Ryan was not there anymore because Blake told him to back off. Poor soul.
I stood there and waited for that idiot to come but he still wasn't here.
I pulled out my phone and dialled him number, picking up only after a few rings.
"Blake? Where are you-"
"I'll be there soon." He cut me off and hung up.
Urgh. I fucking hate to wait for someone for a very long time. I could've been at home now but nope. Still here. Waiting for an asshole to pick me up.
20 minutes later...
A matte black Porsche pulled up and the driver opened the door.
"Hailey?" The beautiful stranger asked.
"Um... Yeah? Who are you?" I asked quietly.
"I'm Blake's best friend. Brad." He chuckled.
"Uh... Hi?" I said unsurely. Half distracted by his beauty.
"Yeah. Hi." He wore a boyish smirk on his face while having a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Blake told me to pick you up. He had some... Business to take care of." I looked at him weirdly as he cleared his throat but nodded my head anyway.
I entered the car and he did the same.
Let's just hope this is not awkward.
...
"Oh my gosh!" I laughed, covering my mouth while clutching my stomach.
"Are you... Are you serious?" I suppressed my laughter.
"Yeah." He chuckled.
Apparently, Blake got embarrassed during one of the guys camp and let me just say, it did not turn out well.
"We're here." Brad announced.
"Thanks." I nodded at him and got out of the car.
"Wait." He grabbed my wrist holding me back.
I turned around and looked at him.
"Blake isn't bad. You just need to know him first. Don't give him stress and I'm very sure he'll be great." He shook his head.
"He isn't what you think he is." He got back into the car and drove off.
...
I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling.
He isn't what you think he is.
Brad's words repeated itself in my brain like a broken recorder.
He is. I saw it for myself. He was a gang leader. He was an asshole. He is bipolar. He is cold-blooded. Isn't that what he is?
Could he really have a heart?
I scoffed out loud.
"What bullshit." I muttered and went to have a shower.
He definitely is what I think he is.
Blake's P.O.V
"She's safe at home Blake." Brad announced as he walked into the mansion.
I nodded.
"Good. I knew I could trust you." I fist-bump him and he plopped down on the couch beside me.
"So. What's up with you and Hailey?" He asked wearily.
Usually, I wouldn't share this kind of thing with anyone but to Brad, he was like my brother and I don't keep things from him. He was away for a week to do something overseas and he just came back so he wouldn't have known about the deal I made with the devil.
"She's part of deal. Between dad and Mr. Jones." I spat, disgusted at the fact her father could do something so disgusting to Hailey.
"That's fucked up bro." He muttered under his breath.
"I know. There's nothing I can do until I get the Mafia. And that is until dad gives it to me." I growled out under my breath.
I really hate dad. He is such a fucking asshole. He beat fear in me at such a young age and seeing how he abused mom, didn't help my mental health at 4.
"So, do you like her?" He asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"No. I don't like anyone remember? I just use them." I shrugged.
He hummed then cleared his throat.
"Can I have her then?" His voice, hopeful.
"She off limits." I stated simply, anger bubbling within me at the thought of Hailey being with anyone else other then me.
Other then you? I did not just say that. No emotions. No attachments. That was the deal.
"Alright man. Just don't hurt her." Brad strictly said then stood up and walked away.
"Don't tell me what to do." I growled.
I got up as well and made my way out to see Hailey.
This girl got me fucked up.
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