Blake's POV:

'I can't fucking wait for you all my life'

Her words repeat constantly in my head. I hate her. I despise her with all my heart, if I even have one.

My eyes feel heavy and I welcome darkness, falling asleep.

I wake up, this isn't Violet's couch.

It's the bedroom I had when I was little, still living with my parents and my brother.

I get up from my bed covered with blue blankets and reach the door. I hear people shouting downstairs and soon realise it's my parents arguing.

I open the door and walk to the stairs, staying at the top of them, trying to overhear their conversation.

Apparently my father thinks my mother cheated on him.

Slap.

The room grows quiet. Father slapped mother. He always does this, and mother tells me she's fine and that they love each other, but I know she lies.

I mean I'm a teenager, who would actually tell me that my father abuses my mother?

I hear a sob and a door shut close. Meaning father left.

I walk down the stairs and see my mother on her knees, on the floor. She's crying and her body is slightly shaking.

I walk to her and put my hand on her shoulder, making her stop for a second. A second before she realised it was me, her child.

"Go to your room." She says trying to get up, I can now see her face. A crying mess. Her cheek, the one I suppose he slapped, has a little cut that drips blood.

"I know it hurts. Let me help you, mom." She looks at me and pauses for a second, before hugging me. My parents never hug me or show any sign of affection towards me in general. This feels nice.

I pull back and reach the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit I see and return to her.

I grab a chair for her to sit on while I'm stitching her cheek and she looks at me while I try to heal her little cut.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this" she says, more like whispers because she doesn't have any voice at the moment. Yeah everyone's sorry.

"I've been through worse" I say feeling her staring into my eyes even tho I don't make eye contact with her. "You're only 15" she says and hisses under my hands when I touch the cut.

"Correct. But I think father made me go through a living hell, or have you forgotten?" I speak and glance at her, seeing a look of sadness when she remembers what I was talking about.

Yes I'm 15. When I turned 15, father said I was old enough to understand pain. To feel it.

So he took me to his compound and had his best man fight me. The man was huge and scary, I didn't want to fight him. I couldn't, I wasn't ready. I was just a kid and the man was probably in his late thirties.

He had this large arms, so muscular. Well, he beat me up real bad. Everybody was telling my father to give him the command to stop, but he didn't because he wanted to see me fight like a man.

He never said 'stop'. It was the man that was beating me up that didn't want to end me.

And if he wouldn't have wanted that, I wouldn't have been alive, because father would've never said stop.

I came home that day and had some nurses stitching me up and giving me antibiotics for the pain. Father was embarrassed of me, he didn't look at me since then.

"All done." I say as I put the clean bandages back in the aid kit. She gives me a little smile before speaking "You know, you'd make a great husband".

I smile back at her and sigh "I don't know, I kind of don't want to get married" I say and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion "What do you mean you don't wanna get married, silly?" she smiles again and I chuckle a little.

"Love doesn't exist mom. You've seen it yourself" I say turning serious and she puts her hand on top of mine.

"Oh honey, love does exist. And your father knows that feeling, but he's scared of it. I promise you will find a girl and extremely fall in love with her. She's going to make you feel things you never felt and you're going to try and avoid her, but in the end, you'll fall for her too." she says getting up from the chair.

She leaves without saying a word, while I'm staring at where she was sitting until now, thinking about her words.

If this is what loves turns into, then I don't want it. She said father loves her, but how can you hurt the person you love? How can you make them feel like this?

I suddenly wake up, all sweaty, heart pounding. Now I'm on Violet's couch.

It's 6am.

I get up and reach the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

I don't know why I dreamed about that conversation with my mother. It's been a while since I last saw her in my dreams. Or nightmares.

I prepare a plate for Violet too and decide to write her a note, leaving it on the counter.

"You asked why do I act like I care. The answer is that, I do care."

I will leave for Italy in two days. I know I'm an asshole for telling her that I care about her and then leave, but it's better off this way.

Even if I hate her, I can't imagine her being dead. Because in my world, people die everyday. You don't know if you'll come back home safely every night or if you'll see a person again.

Me leaving is the best solution.

I leave her house and drive off to mine with my car. I wonder what she'll think when she sees the note. And I wonder what she'll think when she finds out I'm leaving for a while.

Not that I care, just curious.

I know I'm acting like a dick towards her but it's just the way I am, I can't change in a heartbeat. And also, I don't want to change.

I'll stick to what I said when I had that conversation with my mother, even if I was 15.

Love is ugly, people always seem to ruin it even more. Love will always be pictured as pain, in my head. Because why would you give your heart to someone else, when they're eventually going to break it? When they're eventually going to step on it repeatedly and throw the pieces away?

Don't fall in love kids, behind love hides death.

I reach the mansion and walk in my office. I call my new assistant, Nikole.

Nikole is a pretty woman I met in one of my clubs. We had sex and she kind of convinced me to hire her as my assistant.

A gentle knock is placed on my door, that would be Nikole. "Come in." I shout as the door opens and I'm met with my assistant, wearing a tight skirt and a black top.

She gives me a smirk and walks to my desk, leaning a little on it. "You called me, Sir?" she says in a flirty tone, I feel her staring at me as I'm looking at my laptop.

"Yeah I called you. Prepare a meeting, in 20." I say when suddenly I feel two hands touch my chest, her tits coming out when I look up at her.

I smirk at her and get up from my chair, walking to her side. She sits on my desk and waits for me, as I reach her and wrap a hand around her throat, putting pressure to make her struggle to breathe. Lust leaver her eyes, they welcome fear.

"You want the fucking job? Don't come here and flirt with me. We had sex once. That's all I ever do with every woman that I want, you're not going to be an exception sweetie." Tears begin to form on her eyes as I let go of her throat, but don't step away.

"Disappoint me again and I'll fire you." I step away and sit back on my chair, she touches her neck, pain on her look.

"Now get to work." I say looking at my laptop again and hear her walking to the door, closing it behind her.

I hate people, I'd actually burn the whole world down.

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I'm sitting on my chair, in the meeting's room. The meeting starts in a few, I'm so ready to announce that I'm leaving.

I need this, leaving.

Every men enters the room and sits, we can now start.

"Gentlemen-" I begin "- I have an important announcement." Everyone's looking at me, eager to listen what I have to say.

"I'll be leaving in two days for Italy. I'll stay there for a while, I'll still manage everything. My leaving won't be questioned, nor will you disturb me. I'll only answer to the second-in-command Jacob and to the right-hand Alex." I state watching everyone's reactions. They weren't expecting me to say what I did.

"Meeting is over." I say and they get up, leaving one by one. The only ones left in the room are Jacob, Alex and I.

They're looking at each other, then at me. The three of us giving weird looks at each other.

"When did you decide it?" Alex finally speaks and I glance at him. "This morning." I say and he looks down at the table.

"Why?" I hear Jacob's voice and turn to him, on my left. "Because I need this. I'll lead everything from there. I just have to stay there for a while." I say clearly not telling everything but let's keep it that way.

"What's wrong here?" Alex questions but Jacob answers before I can open my mouth. "It's Violet, isn't it?" I hate how Jacob always knows what my problems are.

I don't speak but they both already know the answer. And when I remain silent, Jacob speaks again "You can go to Italy, but you can't avoid her. I've seen you two, the both of you are different when you're together. You have some kind of effect on each other, and you don't like that. You want to run from that, because you know she'll make you fall for her."

"Enough!" I yell slamming my fist on the table. "Violet and I hate each other. If anything we could become friends. Nothing more." I state getting up from my chair and walking to the door, when I hear them both saying "Keep lying to yourself, Fede."

(A/N = Blake's middle name is Federico, and here in Italy Fede is short for Federico. I know the short for Federico could also be Rico, but they're Italian so let's stick to the traditional one.)

Blake's povv!! Blake you can't run from love forever. He's the type that would respond with "Watch me."

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