Blake's POV:

I wake up hearing someone sprinting inside of my room, not caring about knocking.

I quickly grab my gun and aim it at the person running to my bed, before letting out a sigh and dropping the gun. It's just Silvia.

It doesn't take long for me to realize, she was crying.

"Silvia? What happened?" I felt my stomach flip, an unusual feeling, as many thoughts started wandering through my head.

"Vi." She let out a sob, a loud and painful sob.

"Violet?" I ask, my throat dry as she nods, more tears streaming down her face that was a total mess now.

"Silvia. Words. I need words, can you do that for me? Please." I pleaded and she exhaled, whipping the tears from her face and cleaning her throat.

"Violet. She's okay." She managed to say, before letting more tears streaming down her cheeks. What the hell?

"How do you know that? Who told you?" My body felt like it was drenched from its blood.

"She did. She called."

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Violet's POV:

"Great job guys, see you on Monday!" The teacher exclaimed before grabbing his stuff and leaving the huge classroom.

I look around. Everyone is packing up their stuff, the sound of people chatting making its way to my ears as I get up and head to the exit.

The hallway is filled with people laughing and rushing out of the building. Happens every Saturday.

It's been 2 years since that day. The day I escaped and ran away to LA.

I never saw the woman who helped me, Anastasia, again. I somehow managed to pay her back by using a weird payment platform, and even tho she got the money, we never heard from each other again.

Silvia... I check her socials probably once a week, just to make sure she's alive. I don't even dare to call her, I just can't risk it.

Alex. My heart breaks every time I think about him, I didn't even get to tell him goodbye.

Jacob. I think Jacob was becoming like a brother to me, someone to look up to. I would lie if I said I don't miss him, because I sure as hell do.

And Blake. It was going good, I mean him and I. But Ferreri is like poison, he can be lethal and kill you. He can consume you even when he tries to show that he cares, because he never knew what love felt like.

I think about all of them a lot. But on the other side, I started a new life. I'm studying law at university and I've got a boyfriend, Tray.

Tray is the kind of boyfriend any girl would want. He's kind, sweet, funny and never fails to cheer me up. We've been together for almost 6 months now.

I open the car door and throw my bag inside, before walking to the driver's seat.

I turn on the radio and drive off the parking lot, speeding towards my house while I listen to music.

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want, cross-legged in the dim light everything was just right. I could feel the mascara run, you told me that you met someone, glass shattered on the white cloth everybody moved on. - Right where you left me, Taylor Swift.

Reaching my house, I turn off the engine and walk to the door, grabbing the keys to lock it.

"Hey babe! I'm home." I shout as I hear the sweet fragrance of food. Tray likes to cook, especially for me.

"Hello pretty." He greets me with a wide smile before embracing me in a hug. "How was Uni?" He asks and I smile, pulling away.

"It was good, thank God it's finally Saturday. By the way, we got invited to a party. Do you want to go?" I ask grabbing a small tomato from the salad and throwing it in my mouth.

"Hey! Don't eat that, it's for the salad!" He exclaims laughing and I grab another, chewing it. "You're such a tease! Oh and, we should definitely go tonight." He says approaching me as I sit on the counter.

He positions himself between my legs and pecks my lips before turning to the food and flipping the meat over.

"That seems delicious" I say making him chuckle a little, before he turns to me again and kisses me.

"Uh uh, pay attention to the food Mr." I laugh hopping off the counter "I'm changing to something more comfy." He nods and focuses on the food again, as I walk to the bedroom ready to change.

What should I wear tonight?

I scan my wardrobe till my eyes glue a short blue dress, absolutely gorgeous. I forgot I had it, but I think I'm definitely going to wear that.

I put on sweatpants and a shirt, heading back to the kitchen.

"Dinner's ready!" Tray shouts and I laugh sitting on a chair "It's not even dinner time, you idiot!" He chuckles and sits on his chair, ready to eat.

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Tray was now waiting for me in the car, as I was putting on my heals.

I put the shirt blue dress, did my makeup and wore the heals, before I grabbed my bag and shut the door of the house, locking it.

"You look gorgeous, Violet." I hear Tray's voice as I get in the car. "You don't look bad yourself too" I smile as he drives off.

We drove for about 20 minutes, before we reached the club. It was a new club actually. Our friends wanted to try it out, that's why we're here.

Tray and I walk in, immediately greeted by colourful lights and loud music, everything to perfection.

"I think this is going to be my favourite club." I shout at Tray over the music and he smiles, agreeing.

We found our friends and the night started.

Dancing, drinking, laughing. Typical Saturday night.

There was just one thing wrong, I could feel a pair of eyes glued to my body, a presence that was distant but so close.

The boys went to the bar, as us girls started to dance in the middle of the dance floor.

We were swaying our hips like crazy, probably because of the alcohol. But I loved it, every second of it.

I felt those pair of eyes on me again. Continuing my dance, I searched around the room.

And then, then I saw him. The Devil himself.

He was sitting on a couch across the room, man-spreading while he held a glass of wine with his hand. His jaw was clenched and the glass looked like it was going to break.

I gulp, hard, and excuse myself. I walk to the toilet and wash my face. After two fucking years.

Quickly drying my face, I exit the toilet, gasping when my back meets the cold wall.

"If you don't leave me alone I swear to God I will ca-" "Call the police? Go ahead sweetheart. I can buy the police." He cuts me off, his voice deep. Hasn't changed.

"You think this is a joke?" I ask as he smirks, God that smirk. "I got kidnapped while I was in your house, sleeping with you! They hit me and starved me, until I got out." I shout over the music, watching his smirk slowly fade.

"Where were you, Blake?" I ask as a few tears form in my eyes. Am I really being emotional right now?

"Where were you when I was sleeping on a cold floor, starving, crying because of the pain? Huh? Where were you?" His grip fades and I hold back the tears, glancing around the room.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." I walk off, not daring to look back at him. I know my words hurt him, I just don't know how bad.

I make sure I look fine as I reach the girls, that were now talking and drinking with the boys.

I see Tray and walk to him, sitting on his lap.

"You okay?" He asks in my ear and I nod, giving him a smile.

"Let's play spin the bottle!" One of Tray's friend asks, clearly drunk. "Come on Tray! Are you in?" They shout as Tray nods before moving me from his lap to the couch.

The bottle spins landing on two of the girls. As the boys start laughing as if underestimating them, the two women start to make out.

Everyone lets out an "Ooh!" as I smile looking at them. Women. Definition of power.

They spin the bottle again, as it stops at Monique and Tray. Oh.

Monique was Tray's ex, they were together for about 1 year and a half. I'm not saying that makes me insicure, but she's still his ex.

Tray looks at me, mouthing something like 'Don't worry. I love you.' And then he kisses her.

More like makes out with her.

Everyone lets out a gasp as my boyfriend and his ex make out in front of me.

"Fucking pathetic." I get up and walk to the bar, sitting on the stole.

This is the worst night ever in a club.

"Hey, Violet! I'm sorry I didn't-" Tray's voice echoes through my ears, making me roll my eyes.

"It's over Tray. You and me, over. And I know what you said before kissing her, but why the fuck would you do that then? I don't want excuses Tray, now leave." I demand shoving down my throat a drink.

"Come on Violet, don't be so dramatic. You know I don't like her and-" This time I don't cut him off, but someone else does.

"I think she made it quite clear that she doesn't want you anymore. I don't think she ever wanted you at all but that's beside the point..." The deep voice speaks.

"And who the fuck are you?" Tray asks and my eyes widen, oh no. Perhaps, oh yes.

"Oh don't mind me. I'm only someone that can make her come by just using my words." Blake smirks, taking my next shot and gulping it down, before speaking again "I bet you can't even do that with your dick."

Blake Federico Ferreri, did you just? Never mind.

Tray tried to punch him but Blake grabbed his fist and pushed it backwards, almost breaking it.

I took another shot, not caring about Tray being in pain. The fucker deserved it, not only because of tonight. He had cheated once and thought he got away with it, but I knew.

I hummed at the music as I also heard Tray screaming in pain.

"Okay, stop." I demanded towards Blake and he looked at me, before dropping Tray to the floor, his face was covered in blood but it didn't seem deadly.

"You" I point towards Tray "I want your things out of my house by tomorrow morning. The spare key, leave it on the counter. Make sure you don't leave anything of yours inside of my house." I speak near him.

"Do you understand?" I ask and he nods, fear in his eyes.

"You." I point to Blake "Let's have a quick chat. Show me the VIP area, please." I fake a smile and he smirks, starting to walk.

We reach a room upstairs and as I get in, he locks the door behind him.

"I'm drunk so I don't really know what I'm doing, but what you did back there, was hot." I chuckle and sit on a desk, in the middle of the room.

"Yeah?" He smirks walking closer to me, until I can feel his breath on my forehead.

I bring my hands to his chest and giggle nodding. He immediately tenses at my touch and I smirk to myself.

"Can I get a kiss?" I ask looking up at him, as he pokes his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

In a sudden move, he lifts me up making my legs hug his waist and my arms his neck.

"You think I don't know what you have under there, Rodriguez?" He speaks before bringing his hand to my inner thigh, shit. He finds my knife and takes it chuckling.

"What were you going to do with this, little one?" He says and I internally scream. He wasn't supposed to find it.

"Oh you know, just play a little." I tease getting off him. He drops the knife to the floor and grabs my throat.

"You've changed. What happened to you?" He asks furrowing his eyebrows.

"You. You happened, Blake. You ruined me. Please, tell me. How do I ruin you?" My voice speaks desperately and he smirks, gripping my throat tighter, before leaning to my ear.

"You already did, piccola."

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Hello gorgeous.

Sorry for not updating, again. The problem is that I don't have much time to write, and when I do, I change so many things because I'm not satisfied.

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