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“You bitch!” he screamed at me horrified at
the reminder of his own morality. “What have you done?”

“What I came here for,” I answered him
calmly, launching my throwing knife into his second heart while he
stared down in shock at my first blade protruding from his chest.
This fight was pathetic. Gabrielle had far underestimated my
abilities and it was over, leaving me annoyed and itchy to kill
again.

He tried to scream as his body combusted into
ash, but he was too late. Covering my eyes I batted away the thick
particles.

I felt Tommy’s arms wrap around my waist and
I held on to him tightly as I threw the door open, sucking in clean
air.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered crying in
earnest now. “I thought you and Grams were overreacting with all
your security and rules.”

I sighed sadly. “I wish we were kiddo.”
Rubbing his back, I let him cry it out until he pulled away, drying
his eyes with his sleeve. The sight of the two red fang wounds had
me seeing red and I almost wished I had made Gabrielle suffer
longer.

“I need to get my knives,” I said before
turning back into the cabin. The pile of ash moved as I pulled my
blades out stowing them and I wished I could take his head back on
a spike to display in the Centennial House as a warning to any
others who would dare come after me and mine.

I thought about setting the place on fire,
but I didn’t see the use. Gabrielle was dead and Tommy was safe.
That was all that mattered.

I wasn’t expecting to see Blake drive up.

He slowed exiting his vehicle, his eyes
tracking over me before moving to Tommy. His jaw tightened in
displeasure at Tommy’s presence. At least, I hoped that was the
reason.

“Did you kill him?” He asked as I led Tommy
to the SUV opening the back pulling out my trusty baby wipes.

“Yes,” I answered tiredly as I handed Tommy a
few before taking one for myself.

He was silent as he came to stand next to us.
He could still feel all my emotions and right now they were cold
and hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly.

I shrugged, unable to find the words to
communicate my disappointment in him.

Tommy looked between us before going to sit
in the passenger’s seat. I turned, closing the doors giving us a
small amount of privacy.

“Will you come back to my place so we can
talk?” he asked reaching out to touch my arm gently.

“What is there to talk about?” I asked him,
turning around leaning against the bumper, letting his hand move
off my arm.

He ran a hand through his dark locks, “I
fucked up, Olivia,” he said meeting my gaze with sincerity.

I shrugged, my heart still not thawing.

Then he got down on his knees, taking my hand
in his. “I am an idiot who doesn’t deserve you and the fact that
you will save my ass at any and all costs. I am begging you to
forgive me for being such an idiot to put you and Tommy in
danger.”

A smile tugged at my lips, my heart warming.
Feeling the change, he smiled brilliantly at me and said, “Please
come back.” He stood up and embraced me.

I inhaled the scent of leather and cold
folding into his arms as though I had always belonged here, the
tension in my head easing as he tightened his grip on me. “I am so
fucking sorry,” he whispered into my ear.

“I have to take Tommy to the manor,” I
whispered back.

He nodded, pulling back putting me at arm’s
length. “When you can,” he said before kissing me. I was wrapped in
his strength once again.

The first thing I did once we got into cell
phone range was call Grams.

“Everything went according to plan?” she
stated tiredly.

“Not exactly,” I said, casting a look at
Tommy. “He kidnapped Tommy.”

I heard the exact moment she shoved up from
her chair, papers flying. “HE DID WHAT?”

“I’m okay,” Tommy said, shifting in his seat
nervously.

“How the fuck did this happen?” she yelled,
the sound of her palms slamming her desk loud over the phone.

Tommy blew out a breath. “He got me when I
ditched class,” he admitted, hanging his head.

Grams stopped speaking. There were only
noises of frustration and outrage across the speakers.

“He’s not going to ditch anymore.” I offered.
“Gabrielle is dead.”

“He fucking better be!” Grams yelled again.
“Bring him home I will deal with you both then.” She ended the
call.

“Nice. You got me in trouble too,” I said,
gently to him.

He shrugged, looking out the window into the
night.

I took the long way back to the manor to give
Grams time to cool down and Tommy time to regain control of his
emotions. He was leaking something terrible.

Eventually he drifted off to sleep, huddled
against the door. We made to the manor shortly after, putting the
SUV into park I sat there staring at him for long moments. My heart
just hurt. I hated myself for getting him involved in a situation
that I had thrust myself foolishly into. Leaning my head against
the steering wheel I sighed deeply, self-loathing a familiar
friend.

I had to do better for them. How had
Gabrielle even found out about Tommy? I wondered. I had to stay
away from them, even if it broke my heart. It would keep them safe
and that was the only thing that mattered.

Lifting my head from the steering wheel, I
saw Grams outlined in the doorway in her thick white robe, arms
crossed over her chest and I sighed getting out of the vehicle.

Moving around to the passenger side, I
slipped off Tommy’s seat belt without waking him hauling him into
my arms. Grams remained silent, her gaze dripping with anger.
Bypassing her, I made the trek up the stairs depositing Tommy into
his bedroom.

She was waiting for me when I closed his
door. I sighed, certain nothing she could say would be worse than
the hell I was putting myself through at putting him in danger.

She only had one question. “How did he know
about him?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, but I need to
stay away from now on.”

Shock registered in her eyes before
understanding dawning on her, the anger seeping from her shoulders
as we walked back downstairs.

“Olie, you love being here.”

“I do, but I won’t put any of them in
danger.” I turned to face her at the oversized cream doors.

Grams was rendered speechless at that,
turning to look back up the stairs. I reached out to squeeze her
upper arm in understanding. “It’s better they don’t get too
attached me.” I said giving her a small smile before leaving. I
have an expiration date and a volatile temperament, they didn’t
need either.

My heart broke, hearing the door shut and
lock behind me, tears filling my eyes. I let them leak down my
cheeks. I loved the kids. I loved being around them. They were my
break from killing and hunting that I enjoyed immensely.

Exhaling a shaky breath, I pulled my shit
together as I left for Blake’s.

I didn’t remember much of the drive as I
pulled into his driveway, feeling drained and cold inside. Turning
to look up at the light shining behind the curtains, I wondered if
he could feel this and if he did what he thought.

I threw the door open, exiting the vehicle. I
needed some questions answered. Clearing the steps quickly, I
hesitated before I knocked. It no longer felt right just walking in
or using my key.

Blake answered, a pair of pajama pants slung
low on his hips. I tried not to notice the deep muscular groves on
each hip that disappeared into the soft blue cotton.

“Did you lose your key?” he asked, moving
back to let me in.

“No,” I answered turning to him as he shut
the door. “I need to know how Gabrielle knew about Tommy.” I
dreaded the answer.

He sighed, moving deeper into the opulent
den. “Will you sit?” he asked gently.

I did, my sea green eyes not leaving his
brilliant blue orbs as I sat on the edge of the sofa waiting for
what I was certain would crush my heart.

“I told him,” Blake whispered softly,
clutching his hands together sitting on the coffee table.

Closing my eyes, I bowed my head. “I told him
as a friend when I was telling him about you.” He moved off the
coffee table hands braced on either side of my face. “Please
believe me I had no idea he would take him. I had no idea any of
what happened would.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against my
own.

“What exactly happened?” I asked, using all
my self-control to keep my voice level.

Blake pulled back, sitting back down taking
my cold hands in his own. “I thought he was a friend, an ally in my
attempt to –“ He hesitated.

“Fix your family problems?” I asked
softly.

He smiled, grateful for my understanding.
“Yes, he asked me about you and manor. I thought he was just
curious about us.” He shook his head. “I was wrong. While you were
gone he and Angelina made me an offer.” He blew out a breath
releasing my hands, unable to look at me.

“The offer was to mate Angelina, to bring
unity between the European and American vampire houses,” Blake
stated.

“In exchange - they would fix your family
problems?” I clarified.

He nodded and sighed. “Clever fuckers.” I
groaned leaning back, tipping my head up.

Blake was silent.

“I can’t believe Tate did fucking nothing.” I
hissed, my anger at him renewing.

Blake moved to sit next to me, wrapping a
strong naked arm around my shoulders. Perhaps too easily, I fell
into his embrace.

“He risked losing control of the House if he
interfered, hence why he called you,” Blake stated. “Not that I
needed any help.”

I smiled looking up at him, “Tate didn’t call
me.”

“He didn’t?”

“No, some woman did.”

“I’m sure Tate had her call.”

“It doesn’t matter, the important thing is
you are okay, I am okay, and Tommy is alive.” I felt guilty about
Tommy getting him mixed up in this.

“I won’t make that mistake again,” he
whispered softly, pressing a kiss against my check.

I smiled, not looking at him. “I know,” I
answered before I turned finding his lips temptingly close. He
leaned forward clearing the distance his lips soft and gentle as
they caressed my own.

“Thank you for telling me the truth,” I
whispered into lips.

He pulled back, searching my eyes, “I never
meant to put Tommy or you in danger,” he said earnestly.

“I know,” I said softly, leaning forward to
kiss him again.

He groaned into my mouth as my tongue swept
over his delicately before pulling back. Blake growled, sliding his
hands under my hips before throwing me back down onto the couch on
my back.

I yipped from surprise as my legs wrapping
around his naked torso. He made quick work of our clothing until he
was pressed between my legs again without any hindrances. Greedily
he kissed me, demanding and nipping at the tender pink flesh.

Running my hands over his chest, I reveled in
the firmness of his well-defined body before reaching around to
squeeze his ass. He growled and propped himself up on one hand as
the other descended between my legs.

Shifting my hips, I made more room for him as
he slowly teased my clit causing me to cry out. “Again.” He
whispered, repeating the motion with more force, I bit down on my
bottom lip a smile threatening. Pulling back, he tilted his head,
accepting my challenge before sliding two fingers into my heated
body with force.

My body bucked, but not a sound left my hips
as I smile grew. Blake leaned next to my ear, his fingers painfully
slowly hitting every sensitive spot inside of me. “You are going to
regret this,” he threatened.

“Make me,” I whispered.

He replaced his fingers with his throbbing
cock in record speed, arms on either side of my head as he rotated
those glorious hips. Digging my nails in his ass, I arched my back
enjoying every small movement he made.

Growling his frustration, Blake picked me up
easily before placing me back down on the hard coffee table. The
cold material against my skin had me shrinking away, but he kept me
down, my legs dangling off the side as he began his assault on my
body anew, holding my hips to keep my body from moving away from
his powerful thrusts.

Pleasure was building inside of me, as every
skillful stroke he pushed me closer. My eyes closed and my back
arched as I wrapped my ankles around his lower back pulling him
closer.

My climax was imminent and a small whimper
escaped my lips. “Finally,” Blake said, smiling as he picked up his
impossible speed.

I thrashed against him, as the pressure built
into pleasure feeling his teeth at my neck, I tilted my head to
give him more room. A shiver of anticipation at his bite causing me
to whimper.

He bit down hard, contracting my stomach
muscles as I held onto him my world shattering apart as I screamed.
I felt his own release as he grunted pulling in my powerful blood
causing tingles down to my toes at each suck.

Shifting my shoulders I looked up at him as
he pulled back, stroking his face gently while the words I had
spoken to Grant replaying in my mind. I cared about him enough to
unpack his ‘family problems.’ Hell - the fact I could forgive him
after Tommy was taken - solidified that I either loved him or had
gone completely mental.

Feeling my raw emotions, surprise flashed
across Blake’s face before he smiled widely, revealing his
fangs.

Kissing me gently, he whispered, “I love you
too.”

My phone was ringing as I pawed around on the
dresser, my eyes not cooperating until I finally smacked it into
silence.

The ring tone began its annoying music again.
That is the last time I let Tommy program my ring tones I told
myself as I answered the phone dropping it into the pillow before
getting it to my ear.