Mending



I have always dealt with pain alone. My pain was my pain, no one elses. No one knows of my broken heart or the scars that cover me. Not until now... I wanted to tell him to go away. To leave me alone. But i just couldn't bear enough strength to do it. I needed him here.

"It's ok princess I am here." Blaze said rubbing my back trying to soothe me. But all it did was make my Sobs louder. I let my head rest on his shoulder as I clutched his shirt with my fist.

"Make it go away." I whimpered. His grip around me tightened and he looked at me conflicted.

"How? Princess tell me how I can help." He pleaded. "Please." A cry left my lips as my lips and body trembled. The pain was too much.

"They will never forgive me." His hand stopped and he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. I knew the little information I was giving was killing him.

"who?"

"My family, they hate me," I whispered. He was about to interject but I stopped him. "They view me as their perfect little naïve princess. They have no idea that I am a monster. That I am their enemy they call Sparrow."

He stayed silent so I continued letting everything out of my chest. "How am I ever supposed to tell them? How will my family ever look at me again?" I cried.

"Everything is just too hard." I sobbed hysterically into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around me letting me feel his warmth. "they won't hate you..." He whispered. "They might be disappointed and angry, but they won't hate you."

How does he know?

"How do you know?" I sniffed using my sleeve. I know that right now I am probably the most unattractive person on this earth. No one likes to see crocodile tears.

"Because I have seen how your family looks at you. Yes, they see you as the youngest mafia princess. But with the love that burns in their eyes, I know for a fact that they will always love you, no matter what. They will be angry and disappointed that you didn't tell them but that won't drown your relationship. It will only make it stronger." He cooed while brushing the hairs away from my face. I was lost in his eyes as his soothing words were able to mend my heart together. But there was still so much that was unsaid.

"Boss was the one who ordered me to kill you. If I don't kill you, he will kill my family." His eyes widened and he looked at me with so much uncertainty.

"The week you were kidnapped... I remember it, everyone in the illegal world knew about the Italians and Mexicans youngest mafia princess being stolen. No one knew where you went... was that your... boss?" I looked down at my lap furrowing my eyebrows. It was like he was trying to place all of the pieces together

"Yes." He sucked in a breath, taking in my scent as he buried his head in my neck. I held his hand trying to get as much comfort and warmth out of his arms as possible.

"We will work this out together." He started kissing my temple. "I promise."

I looked at him then furrowed my eyebrows. "How did you get up here? Dad has maxed the security." He chuckled shaking his head.

"That 'security system' your father has made is pointless. It was easy to break the system and dismantle the security footage." He smirked at me as I shot him an irritated look.

"You know my family will try to kill you if they see up here with me."

"Keyword princess, 'try'." He winked. "And I doubt they even know what I look like. They probably assume 'Blaze' is some old low life." I laughed and shook my head.

"Well to be fair you are old." I pointed out. Knowing quite well he was not old. The age gap between us isn't big. But I just love any opportunity to be able to mess with him.

"well, you're dating an 'old man'." He rolled his eyes as he made air-quotes. I froze in place and looked at him with wide eyes. He hadn't realised his mistake but I have? Dating? Does he see me as his girlfriend? What does this mean for us? What does this mean for me? I mean I know we have been spending a lot of time together and have been pretty vocal about our feelings. But we have never discussed any sort of label for us yet.

"Dating?" His eyes widened and he realised his slip up.

"Shit..." He groaned into his hands tugging his hair. "Well... are we?" He grimaced at his own question. How was it possible to be so bad at this? We were so used to being cold and emotionless. Where we fight and kill people with no thought process, skill and ease. But when it comes to dating and becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. We are both completely clueless.

"I don't know." I shrugged laying my hands in my lap.

"Well let's say we did label ourselves in a relationship." He cleared his throat. " What would that entail?" he asked speaking formally.

"I am not so sure as I have had no past familiarity in such relationship involvements." He nodded his head and folded his hands together.

"If we were going to call this a relationship and you be my girlfriend. Would we need to create a contract for understanding both of our needs?" I scrunched my nose together. Maybe a contract would be good... I don't know relationships well but I do understand contracts

"That would probably be for the best," I said and grabbed my laptop before laying on my bed. "What should be in the contract." He looked around my room grimacing at the dirty clothes on my floor.

"perhaps keeping a tidy room." I rolled my eyes.

"Of course, that is what you would first suggest. I was thinking more of communication understanding. So that whatever is on our minds we should tell each other." He nodded his head and put his finger to his chin as he started to think.

"Yes, but that in but as well as the tidy room rule."

"No," I say.

"But it's a contract, princess. We both have to contribute." I huffed and he took my laptop writing in his own stupid rule with a dumb grin.

"Ok, I have one," I said snatching the laptop back. "You can't continue bossing me around," I smirked. Remembering how psycho he is about cleaning.

"Me wanting to be neat and tidy is not me bossing you around. May I remind you of what you did to my apartment." A giggle left my lips.

"Yes but this is my contribution to the contract," I say smugly. He sighed pinching his nose, slouching his shoulders.

"You need to be the one cooking." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.

"Because you are a woman." I raised my hand to slap him, his eyes widened and he caught my wrist quickly. "And because I can't cook for shit." He added.

I rolled my eyes and snatched my hand back glaring at him. "Fine we will add the rule but I am not cooking forever. You will learn and I will teach you." He pouted but agreed.

"And another rule! You are not allowed to sneak into my room without telling me." He folded his arms and glared at me.

"Why?"

"Because Jace sneaks in my room too much as it is. I do not need you added to the list. And not to mention the potential risks." He groaned but complied.

"How many of these rules are there going to be?"

"Many." I sang.

"Why did I ever agree to this." I rolled my eyes and ignored him. Before we both talked and agreed on a few more rules.

"Oh!" I squealed excitedly and suddenly making Blaze jump.

"What?" Blaze asked rubbing his sore ears.

"We need to watch vampire diaries."

"No."

My mouth dropped to the floor and my eyes narrowed to the culprit. "We. Are. Watching. Vampire. Diaries." I gritted through my clenched teeth.

"No fucking way." I ignored him and typed it in the contract anyway. "What are you doing! You cant put that in the contract? That is not a legitimate rule." He seethed.

"And what? The rule that only I can cook is legitimate?"

"Yes." He says determinedly.

Bullshit.

"Too late it is printing now." His narrowed eyes glared daggers into my skull. But I was too giddy to care. This boy is to dumb to realise but in this relationship. I am the boss.

"If your family doesn't kill me, that ludicrous show vampire diaries will definitely do the trick." He mumbled.

"Baby you silly goose! You forgot me in that equation." I winked, chuckling under my breath at his dumbfounded face. I grabbed the printing from the printer smiling to myself before he cornered me.

"Never." He whispered. "Never call me that again." I gave him a bored look.

"Then what should I call you?' I asked tilting my head innocently. The corner of his lips lifted as he started to whisper ridiculous names in my ear. "Yeah, I am not calling you any of those names," I said in disgust.

"Why?" he pouted.

"Because calling you 'big cock'," I say slowly using air quotes. "Is only an insult for the little guy," I say whilst smirking at his downstairs region. His hands around my waist tightened as his eyes gave me a pointed look.

"I think we both can agree on something princess." He said blankly. "That 'little' has nothing in any sorts has anything to do with me."

My cheeks blush furiously, and I bit my lip trying to avert my eyes. He smirked at my nervous form and caught my chin forcing me to look at him. "Would you agree princess?" He hummed when I did not answer.

But to save me from any more embarrassing comments I put a piece of paper between us which was the contract. "W-we need to sign this."

"Ok princess." He smirked not bothering to move his hand off my waist. He took one of the pens from my desk and signed it. "So if you break It does that mean I get to punish you." He winked.

I scoffed loudly and snatched the contract and pen. "Not in any lifetime bud. But if you break this contract. Ever! And I will promise you... I won't punish you." I chulcked darkly.

"I will kill you." His smirk never left and he seemed unfazed as his fingers started twirling a lock of my hair.

"Touché princess"