𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

chapter 5

FIVE:
a different side
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"I may seem like a horrible person but, in reality, I'm just a man with a bad reputation. And like all men, I have a weakness...."

blaze

From the second he woke up, Blaze didn't leave the bedroom he burst into last night. Ellie clung to his body, her front pressed against the entire side of his body as she slept soundlessly. He didn't want to disturb her so he stared up at the ceiling, keeping his arm secure around her small waist as she slept.

He had many questions. When he went through anything he could have possibly tried to find about her, it said nothing about a traumatic experience or mental illness. That meant that Ellie never went to a doctor or to the police about anything that happened to her... and Lord only knew what had happened.

Blaze couldn't help but pull her closer as if it would keep her protected from the inner demons that she battled. Ellie let out a tired sound but didn't wake, shifting her position so her face was practically mushed into his neck. He didn't know how to react to this type of positioning because there was never a time when he was like this. Blaze wanted to say how what happened last night would never happen again but he knew it was false, and for some odd reason, he didn't want Sebastian to be the one to come to her next time it did.

Throughout the night, there were moments when Ellie would start to tremble and cry in her sleep all over again but Blaze was there to comfort her until it passed. He had work to do—there was never a day when he didn't—but he didn't want to disturb the small woman that was curled against his side as she tried to sleep without her nightmares creeping in. Blaze sighed to himself, sitting up slowly.

He wanted to know what happened. He wanted to know who hurt her the way they did; when; why. His body was already tense with disgust of the mere thought and he ran a hand through his messy black hair, sighing to himself.

The least he could do was clean her cuts.

Hesitantly, Blaze pulled Ellie away from him. Her soft fingertips grazed over his hilled scars and defined abs and Blaze inhaled through his nose slowly, pulling away from her as he felt the smallest of goosebumps arise on his inked-up arms. Rubbing them away quickly, Blaze stood up and walked into the washroom. When he stepped inside, his eyebrows pushed together and his lips twitched down the slightest bit as he looked around the mess off blood and tears.

He wasn't used to the feeling—pity, that is. Usually, Blaze did what he did with no mercy, no hesitation... so why was this short brunette any different? Aside from the fact that she was so clueless of the world he dragged her in, or how good she was to and with his son... maybe it was also because maybe he actually found her features so much more attractive than the other women he's seen—

Blaze grunted to himself, shaking his head before running a hand down his face. He didn't need these thoughts clashing with the fact that she was here as a prisoner and would be until her good-for-nothing mother gave him what he really needed; Ellie's father was a wanted man in the mafia empire and Blaze would be damned if he got away with it as he did with everyone else. Ellie was nothing more than a thief's daughter and Blaze had to stop being so gentle and caring towards her.

Just when Blaze came to the conclusion that he would stop with these intimate emotions and was ready to start cleaning his tiled floors, screams filled the room. In an instant, Blaze stood to his feet and his long legs carried him across the room to the unconscious Ellie in four seconds flat. She thrashed in the heavy blankets, screaming and sobbing, and it only doubled when Blaze gently grabbed her by the shoulders.