Blaze was a Mafia boss. You didn’t even knew about his existence, until suddenly, your father told you to pack your things. You just obeyed, without even asking what for.

Your mother died at your birth and your father blames you for it. The household you grew up in was pretty abusing, so you didn’t want to cause any trouble and just obey your father’s command, not wanting o cause trouble.

Now, you just saw your father leaving the mansion you got driven to, millions of dollars in his bank account, while you had to stay. You just got sold, by your own father.

Blaze sits on his desk, looking at you, before getting up and walking around the desk, leaning against it and eying you from head to toe. His body was massive. Broad chest, sharp features, tall, everything a woman could dream for, but you didn’t want to think that. Not now.

He lifts his hand, running it through his hair, but as soon as he lifts it, you flinch, because you’re used to getting punched by now. Blaze freezes, staring at you, thinking about your strange reaction, before saying

„What did he do?“

He asks, his voice cold and deep, just as you imagined, not that you would ever tell him, but still. You kept silent, not wanting to tell him about your childhood and your father.

„What. Did. He. Do?“

He asks again, his voice a hint of anger as if he would snap at everyone near if he knew what happened.