Prove me wrong, and I will end you

Prove me wrong, and I will end you
Nero POV




The weight of Blake's head on my chest and the way she had snuggled herself so close to my body left me with a smile the instant my eyes opened.




How can someone so dangerous have such an innocent presence? Maybe that's what makes her even deadly.




"Miss Blake, are you in here?" An omega's voice echoed from the other side of the door, and from the shiver in her tone, I could tell that there was a storm. 




There were a couple of silent seconds. Then there was a knock and she called out, "Please. If you are in here, say something. Your father is asking about your whereabouts, and we have been searching everywhere for you!"




The sound of a sigh drew my attention to Blake, and her hand stroked against my chest as she looked into my eyes.




Frowning, she withdrew from my arms as she mumbled, "Seriously! again... I knew this was coming when I refused for us to go back to his stupid ceremony. But really… this early! Could he not wait a bit?" 




Now that she's awake, I take back my words. She doesn't have an innocent presence… Chaotic is the word that I should have used. 




After wearing her robe, Blake walked over to the door, and the moment she halfway opened it, the omega whispered, "You were in here all along? Why didn't you answer last night? Your father…"




"You can tell him that you found me, and I will be with him in a couple of minutes," Blake uttered, sounding still annoyed.




Then she shut the door, turned around to gaze at me, and mumbled, "Should we go back home?"




"Is that what you want?" I asked her, leaving the bed.




"Yes. This place is suffocating." 




"Okay. Then we leave today." 




Grabbing Blake by the wrist, I pulled her towards me, securing her against my body by her waist, and leaned forward, pressing my lips into hers, and I felt her grab onto my bare back as I teased with her tongue.




When our lips parted, she downcast her gaze, ran her fingers through her messy hair, and whispered, "Loki is not going to be excited about us moving. But who cares! Not me! I am telling him at breakfast."




"Why would he be mad?" I asked, knowing Loki getting mad isn't a good thing for me at this stage.




 "He has made this stupid decision that he wouldn't let Luna and I leave this house because he wants Killain and you to earn his trust."




"Is that so?"




"Yeah. But if I keep staying here, I might lose my damn mind, do something stupid, or make some disastrous moves, especially now that Loretta and Luna hate me. So it's best to leave here." 




Again, I am stuck between Blake and my plans. The closer I am to Loki, the quicker I can handle things. But the closer she is to her family, I know blood will spill sooner than later.




The feeling of dilemma continued to haunt me even after we had refreshed up and headed upstairs.




The moment we arrived in the living room it grew quiet, and my eyes locked with the bitter look in Loki's eyes.




"Nero! Seems like you slept well." He uttered in a dead tone as he stood from the couch. "Can you take a walk with me?" 




"I feel like walking too." Blake blurted out softly, looking more stressed as she glanced at me, then at him.




Ignoring her words, Loki walked past her, reached me, and tapped my shoulder as he mumbled, "Let's talk."




Looking back at Blake, he firmly let out, "Just the two of us."




Then he focused back on me, gave a stiff smile, and said, "Let's go."




Even though I didn't know what to expect from this talk with Loki, I gave Blake, who looked extremely distressed, a smile to comfort her before following Loki out of the room.




This task was always a fifty-fifty life or death risk for me, so I wasn't really that bothered about what the outcome of this so-called talk with him was going to turn into. But one thing I was certain about if I was going down, I am taking him.




When Loki and I walked into his study, he walked behind his desk, pointed to an empty chair, and said, "Please take a seat, Mr. Fang."




Not losing focus of his dull eyes, I walked over to the chair and sat down, keeping alert the entire time.




"What's your relationship with my daughter?" Loki asked after a good amount of prolonged silence.




"Until last night, Blake was just a student to me," I said, keeping my eyes on his, and lessening my blinks per second.




"Well, you must be a good teacher then. And now, who is she to you?"




"Someone you have made me responsible for." 




Even though he didn't speak after my remark, I could tell he was satisfied with my response, and I precalculate that because making it seem that he was responsible for Blake and me being together takes the focus off me.




"There's not much out there about you, Mr. Fang, and I kill people like that who enter my territory quicker than a needle can take to pop a balloon."

Loki calmly said with a death stare.




Knowing those words were not made for a response but a threat, I kept my composure and my silence.




"Do you know why I chose you for Blake despite my lack of trust in you?" Loki asked.




"No," I replied.




The simplest the answers, the less risk it is for me to get myself involved in some deep shit with this lunatic.




"Of all the research I did on you, one thing was clear as crystal…" Loki said, pausing dramatically. 




Tapping his desk as he took a long look at my face, he finally huffed and mumbled, "You are the only one Blake respects. At least that's what all of her classmates say about you two." 




Slowly, I breathe out in relief, feeling thankful that he and I had different ideas in mind of what he was going to say.




"Luna and her mother made a stupid statement about Blake having feelings for you, and their words mess with my mind that I did a little digging at her school about you guys' relationships," Loki said, his expression emotionless.




"Is that so," I mumbled.




"Apparently, everyone couldn't tell me if she did like you or not, but they all said, you were the only one who could shout at her and she listened… not only listen but obey your words."




"Really," 




Silence fell between us as Loki intensely gaze at me. Then he smirked and said, "Killain was a decent choice, but he wouldn't be a good alpha for Blake."




Resting back in his seat, he let out, "we both know that Blake is wild. She needs an alpha that can control her, something that not even I, her father, can do correctly. But somehow, you can, and that's why you are with my daughter."




There was a brief pause before he continued, "Also, you don't have the influence of a bond with her, so you can think clearly without considering her feelings." 




"I don't follow," I mumbled, feeling genuinely confused.




"Blake needs an alpha that can handle her, and I need her to be with an alpha that I can control. Let's get one thing straight, I don't trust you, Nero… not the slightest bit. But you have the power in your hands to change that."




"How?"




"Simple. Bent Blake to my will for me."




Damn it! I shouldn't have convinced myself that this was going to be a simple in and out task. Why does everything keep getting so fucking complicated?!




Looking at him, I revisited my words countless times in my head and then said, "Blake wants to move over to my place." 




"She told you that?" Loki uttered, sounding annoyed.




"Yeah, this morning. There was something about her going insane if she stayed here..."




"Why are you telling me this?"




For a moment I held back my tongue, observing Loki's mood before saying, "If I am to handle Blake, she doesn't need to know that I am on your side. Let's be honest, you haven't given her a reason to do so…"




"Is that how you feel?" Loki said with a raise in his tone.




"If I can remember clearly, you storm into my class and humiliated her in the worst way possible, so it's a reality, not just how I feel."




"Continue,"




"Blake doesn't respect me because I have some power over her. She does because I have not given her a reason not to. So, for now, let me work on earning her trust to fulfill yours."




"Hmm," 




"The more loyalty she has in me, the easier it will be to make her do things, don't you think?" 




At first, Loki seemed hesitant. Then he frowned and mumbled, "Fine. But know that you are only with my daughter and alive because I find you useful. Prove me wrong, and I will mess you up!"




"Well, I guess proving you wrong is not an option for me then," I mumbled, giving him a half-smile.