Dylan POV
Prove to him? I don’t need to prove shit to Blaze. The only person I need to prove anything to is my father, and I’ve been doing that my entire life.
Blaze stands there waiting, like he expects me to play his fucking game. I’m not.
“I’m waiting, Dylan. What’s the plan? Do it. Show me you can protect yourself. Get out of this room and I’ll admit defeat and accept that you have what it takes to take over.”
Fine.
I run for the door but before I even get three steps I’m flying through the air. My body lands hard on the bed. Groaning, I stand up quickly.
“Be glad I threw you onto the bed. Could have been the floor.”
“Fuck you! That proves fucking nothing!”
He spreads his arms out, his body relaxed like this is some kind of game to him. “I’m still the enemy, and right now I think I have a pretty good chance of killing you. Prove me wrong.”
I go to run for the door again but he steps in the way. Fuck it. Sure it’s a dirty move, but I’m done. I swing my knee up hard, aiming between his legs, smirking for half a second, only I’m suddenly spun around and bent over the bed.
What the fuck?
I stand up and turn, shoving him back, running for the door again only to find myself slammed against the bed. A cold blade presses against my throat and I stare up at him, breathing fast.
“That was me playing. Humouring you, Dylan. I could have had you on the floor, blade across your neck before you even attempted to run for the door the first time.”
Swallowing hard, I stare up at him.
“You think this is about saying you can’t do it? That you’re weak? No. It’s about making you see how at fucking risk you are. You want to take over? Take over. But fucking train. Try to build up some body mass. Without a gun, you’re fucking dead.”
“I don’t need a gun. I have fucking guards, capos—”
“Who aren’t worth shit if someone grabs you and you’re too weak to get them off before the blade goes through your fucking heart.
” He sighs and stares at me. “Fear of someone, the belief that they are strong and will escape, is what stops people attacking. Your father survives without many attacks to himself because people know he can’t be fucking beat so they don’t risk it.
You? Everyone is going to fucking come at you. ”
I lie here, the knife still pressed to my throat, breathing hard. His words hit harder than I want to admit. I hate that he’s right. I hate that I’m small. I hate that I’ve spent my whole life being hidden and protected instead of trained like my brother.
But I’m not weak. I refuse to be.
“Get off me,” I whisper.
Blaze slowly pulls the knife away and steps back, watching me.
I sit up, rubbing my throat, my heart still racing. “I’ll train. I’ll get better. But don’t you dare stand there and tell me I can’t do this. I’ve been preparing for this my whole life.”
He doesn’t look convinced. He just looks… worried.
And that pisses me off even more.
“It’s your fucking death. Just know at your grave, I’ll be saying I told you so.” He walks to the door.
“What is your fucking problem? It’s my fucking life, Blaze. My fucking choice. Why the fuck do you care if I do this and put myself at risk?”
He moves so fast I don’t have time to react. I find myself pinned to the wall, his body pressing hard against mine. “Because I fucking like you, you dumb fuck! Do you know how many guys I agreed to stay in the fucking dark for? Hide shit for? None! Except for you.”
I open my mouth to reply but he continues, cutting me off.
“But I’m not doing this. I’m not sitting here in the fucking dark, having no idea if you’re dead or not because you’ve taken over something you can’t fucking handle physically.
I’m not fucking standing here wondering if today is the fucking day someone puts a bullet in your head because you can’t fight. ”
Shoving me back, he storms out.
I can’t give up. I was hidden for fucking years. I can’t step back and refuse to take over. My entire life would have been fucking wasted.
Walking out, I spot him sitting with Echo and a few others. He glances at me and looks away. He thinks I can’t do this. I fucking can. I know that I can.
I walk over to Cain. He glances up, confused. “Any chance you can train me to fight?”
Sighing, he leans back. “No can do. Even though you’re not sworn to Blaze yet, I’m not stepping on toes and I’d need his approval.”
Fuck that. “Forget it.” I walk to Titan, knowing he won’t ask for approval. He smirks as I get nearer.
“Dylan, what a pleasure.”
“Don’t. I’m not here to fuck you, or make Blaze jealous. I need to learn to fight.”
“Ask Blaze.”
“No. I’m asking you. He thinks I can’t fucking do it, so I won’t ask him.”
Sighing, he nods. “Fine with me. I mean, we’re not meant to train people outside the club, but I guess you’re not leaving.” He stands up and I follow him outside. Getting to a building outside, I step in with him and stare.
“Full gym equipment. Feel free to use it anytime you want, but if you’re going to be training, make sure you’re eating well.
” Turning, he looks at me. “While I’d love to spar with you, throw you around, I think we need to start with the basics.
How to stand, how to see movements and understand what it’s turning into. ”
“What?”
“Watch me. The moment I move, shout out what you think I’m going to do. Punch right hand, kick left leg, whatever.”
Okay. I nod and watch him. He stays still for a moment, but then his right shoulder moves. “Right punch.”
As I said the words, his left knee raises quickly.
“You changed.”
“No, I planned it, but the body moves a certain way for each hit. That’s what I mean by learning what the movements are turning into.”
“Okay, so show me.”
“I don’t know, what’s in it for me?” Smirking, he steps closer.
“Me not killing you. That’s what’s in it for you.”
Chuckling, he nods. For an hour he begins to take shots, making sure he’s moving slow so I can spot the difference in each movement. It’s subtle, and while he’s doing it slow I can spot it. Fast? I can’t.
It all blurs. Despite it being different, I can’t see it.
My body is covered in sweat but I’m not quitting until I know for sure it’s done, and that I’ve achieved something today.
“Come on Dylan, focus.”
“I fucking am,” I snap.
“I’ll take over.”
Spinning, I see Blaze walking in.
“W-w-what?” I stutter.
“I said, I’ll take over.”
Titan nods and walks out.
“What do you want, Blaze?”
“I said, I’m taking over.”
Yeah, but that makes no fucking sense. “What happened to you not sticking around to watch?”
He laughs. “Guess the sadistic part of me wants to watch you hurt trying to prove yourself, and the masochist part of me won’t let me hide from the torment.”
Of course he does. “Well I don’t need you.”
“Dylan, I’m offering to help. Stop being dramatic, and fucking let me. From what I saw you’re trying to figure out the movements, right?”
“Yeah, if it’s slow I can, but the moment he speeds up it’s harder.”
“You’re focusing too much. Don’t watch so closely. Focus on the entire body, then you can see what happens. As soon as you see something move you’re no doubt focusing on that spot. Don’t. Watch everything.”
Sighing, I nod and watch him, waiting. “I can’t change who I am.”
“No one said you should,” he snaps.
“Sounded like it, Blaze. I’m too small and weak to be the head of the mafia.”
“That’s a fact. I get no one should know, but not telling Siren? Even I know that’s because you know she won’t agree.”
“You don’t know what Siren would think.”
“No? I’m pretty sure she would tell you it’s ridiculous you taking over, which is why you hide it. Because you don’t want to hear the truth.”
I turn my back to him. “I’m done. I quit with this.”
“Dylan, wait.”
Turning, I look at him. “For what? More lectures? More of you telling me what I can’t fucking handle and how I should live?”
“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m trying to make you see the fucking complications in this. It feels like you’re walking into death, willingly fucking handing yourself over.”
“You shouldn’t give a shit if I am,” I snap.
The silence that follows is heavy. I can feel him staring at me, the air between us crackling with everything we’re not saying.
My heart is still racing from the training, from the argument, from the way he just laid everything out like I’m some fragile thing that’s going to break the second I take over.
I should leave it. I should walk away.
Instead, I turn around and look him dead in the eyes. “You act like you know everything about me, like you can just decide what I can and can’t handle. Newsflash, Blaze, you don’t. You never did.”
His jaw clenches. I can see the muscle ticking, the way his hands curl into fists at his sides. He’s so close to snapping. Good. Let him.
“You think I’m just going to roll over and let you tell me how weak I am?
How I’m going to get myself killed?” I step closer, voice shaking but still pushing.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll walk right into it and you can stand at my funeral and say ‘I told you so’ like you’re so fucking proud of yourself. Would that make you happy?”
Blaze’s eyes darken dangerously. He takes one step forward, then another, until I’m forced to back up. My back hits the wall with a dull thud. He doesn’t stop. He crowds me completely, one hand slamming against the wall beside my head, the other grabbing my chin hard, forcing me to look up at him.
“You really want to keep pushing me right now?” he growls, voice low and rough, barely holding on. “Keep talking like that and I won’t just pin you. I’ll fucking break you.”
My breath catches. I know I should stop. I know I’m playing with fire.
But I can’t.
“Maybe I want you to,” I whisper, voice trembling. “Maybe I want you to stop pretending you don’t care and just—”
He cuts me off.
His mouth crashes down on mine, hard and angry and desperate all at once. The kiss is brutal, claiming, his hand still gripping my chin as he presses me harder against the wall. I moan into it, my hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer even as my back digs into the wall behind me.
Blaze kisses me like he’s trying to punish me for every word I just said. Like he’s trying to remind me exactly who I belong to, even if I keep fighting it.
When he finally pulls back just enough to breathe, his forehead rests against mine, his hand still holding my chin.
“I fucking care, Dylan,” he whispers against my lips, voice hoarse and raw. “That’s the problem.”
I don’t know what to say. My head is spinning, my body is on fire, and all I can do is stare up at him, pinned against the wall, heart racing.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
He spins me around so fast my head spins. His teeth sink into the side of my neck, hard enough to make me gasp, while his hands slide into my trousers and wrap around my cock. I’m hard instantly, throbbing in his grip as I grind back against him desperately.
“I told myself not to give in,” he snarls against my skin, biting down again, “but I fucking have to.”
I moan loudly and push back into him, grinding my ass against his cock through his clothes. “Just fuck me,” I whisper, voice already breaking. “Please.”
My trousers drop to the floor in one rough tug. He yanks my shirt over my head, leaving me standing completely naked in front of him. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, sliding up my chest, biting my neck again as he presses his now-naked body against mine from behind.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he snarls.
I hear him spit, then feel the wet head of his cock rubbing against my hole. He pushes forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself deep. I groan, my head falling forward, but he fists my hair and yanks it back hard, forcing my back to arch as he bottoms out inside me.
“Quick,” he thrusts hard, “hard,” another punishing snap of his hips, “and deep,” he growls, slamming in again.
My whole body shakes as he sets a punishing rhythm, deep and brutal, each thrust driving me forward.
He keeps my back arched perfectly, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip so tight I know I’ll have bruises.
I drop my hand to my cock, desperate to stroke myself, but he slaps it away instantly.
“No,” he growls, voice dark and possessive. “Your cock fucking belongs to me. You don’t get to touch it without my approval. Understand?”
I moan helplessly, nodding as best I can with my head pulled back. Every deep thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over. I’m already leaking, dripping onto the floor, but I don’t dare touch myself again.
Blaze bites down on my shoulder, hard, and fucks me even harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
“Good boy,” he rasps against my ear. “Taking my cock so fucking well. This is what you need, isn’t it? To be used. To be owned.”
I can’t even form words anymore. All I can do is moan and take it, my body completely at his mercy as he rails me against the wall.
He fucks me like he’s trying to ruin me, hips snapping forward in a brutal, relentless rhythm.
Every deep thrust forces a broken moan out of me as his thick cock stretches me wide, hitting that spot inside over and over.
My hands are braced against the wall, my back arched from the way he’s gripping my hair, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“F-f-fuck, Blaze—” I gasp, my voice cracking.
He bites down on my shoulder again, hard, and slams in deeper. “That’s it. Take every fucking inch. This tight little hole was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”
I moan loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust, the wet sound of him pounding into me filling the room.
My cock is leaking steadily, dripping onto the floor, but I don’t dare touch it.
Not after he slapped my hand away. H. Each powerful snap of his hips drives me forward, my body shaking as pleasure builds higher and higher.
He angles his hips and hits my prostate dead on, making my knees buckle. I cry out, clenching around him, but he just growls and fucks me harder, faster, using my body like I’m his personal toy.
The door suddenly opens.
“Blaze, you’re needed—”
Titan’s voice cuts off.
Blaze snarls without missing a beat, still buried deep inside me. “Get the fuck out!”
The door slams shut instantly.
Blaze leans down, lips brushing my ear as he keeps thrusting slow and deep. “I bet you loved that,” he whispers, voice dark and filthy. “Him seeing me wreck this ass. Seeing who this hole really belongs to.”
I moan helplessly, shame and arousal twisting together as he starts stroking my cock fast and tight, his hand flying over me while he keeps fucking me deep.
It doesn’t take long.
My whole body seizes up as I come hard, spilling over his fist with a broken cry. My hole clenches around him, pulsing, and Blaze groans loudly, burying himself deep as he comes too, flooding me with hot, thick spurts.
He keeps stroking me through it, milking every last drop, while his cock twitches inside me, filling me up.
We’re both breathing hard, bodies pressed together against the wall.