Page 5 of Blazing Desires
“Blaze will be with you day and night. You’ll eat in the same room and sleep in the same room. He will be your literalshadowuntil this threat is neutralised. I need you to behave, sweetheart. Follow his every instruction. What he says goes,no matter what. Understood?”
Davina’s eyes land on her father for the first time since entering the room. Anthony reaches out and cups the uninjured side of her face. Davina gives a slight nod before her soft, calm voice fills the room.
“Yes, Dad. I understand.”
A beat or two passes before he finally lets go of her face. Her soft voice goes straight to my dick, which is more temperamental than a fucking toddler, I need to get a grip. Literally and figuratively. But now is not the fucking time.
I have the overwhelming urge to punch something—or someone. I don’t like how her father put his hands on her, and I feel like something is definitely up between daughter and daddy. Call it instinct, but my gut has never served me wrong. After all, it’s how I ended up back here in the first place.
“Good. Now you two run along and get to know each other. Blaze, do what you must to keep her safe, even if that means never taking your eyes off her.”
I don’t like what he’s implying. Does he not give a shit about her at all?
He waves his hand dismissively as he makes his way over to his sprawling desk. It’s not lost on me how he turns as he goes so as not to show me his back. I’ve not even been in his presence that long and I already want to deck him.
“I expect you to be in your room, Davina. I don’t want to be disturbed by you unless it’s life or death.”
The viper-like tone that leaves no room for argument is back as he pins his daughter with a stern look, making sure she gets the point. Making sure she acts like she doesn’t even exist by the sound of it.
Prick, she’s not five.
I turn my back on the fucker, because he’s no threat to me. Am I petty for hoping it pisses him off? Yes. Do I give a fuck? No. Given the way Davina’s eyes flare briefly at him over my shoulder, she knows what I’m doing too.
“Let’s go.”
My tone is harsh, but I do fuck all about it. I need to get out of this room, getherout of this room before I do something stupid like beat him until he confesses all his sins and begs me for mercy. Davina drops her gaze while nodding and moves toward the door. I beat her to it with my long strides, opening it partially and sweeping the hallway.
There’s no one except a few of Anthony’s bastards standing guard by the door in their stupid suits. I never much cared for the formal get-up. I open the door wider, aware of Davina’s body slightly behind mine, radiating heat across the small space between us.
Her delicious coconut and vanilla scent encompasses me, and I have to fight the urge to back up a step to be closer to the smell. I step into the hallway, turning slightly to look into her eyes as I wave once with my hand.
“Come.”
She doesn’t meet my gaze, her eyes forward but not high enough to risk looking directly at anyone. She pulls that pretty bottom lip of hers between her teeth whilst her cheeks turn pink a little at my command.
Interesting.
I proceed into the hall and thank fuck, she follows a step behind me. I’d hoped she was good at following orders and knew how this shit worked so I didn’t have to explain it to her. I fucking hate working for someone who argues with all the rules.
Given how the last few minutes have gone with her and her father though, it bothers me that she’ssogood at following orders—it’s evident to me that she’s timid and submissive for a reason.
It pisses me off too much to think about any longer, so instead I focus on taking everything in that I can see as we’re walking down the hall. It’s decorated in the roaring twenties fashion, at complete odds with the way Anthony’s office is decorated. His space is all dark colours and wood, one leather chair away from a looking like a sex dungeon. A snivelly voice interrupts my sweep as we progress the length of the hall.
“Let’s hope you don’t get this one fired like you did poor Eddie, eh?”
It was the guy who’d brought her to her father's office. I know all about this shit stick and I don’t like him one bit.
Nasally Noel.
I snort in my head at the stupid nickname I’ve come up with as I turn to face him without breaking my stride. I would give anything to take this dirty slime bag out—society would be a safer place for it. He’s close to Davina now, matching her stride for stride. She ignores him and continues walking a step behind me.
“Back up four paces, Noel.”
My voice is laced with threat, and if he doesn’t put some distance between them, I’ll fucking make sure he can never walk again. The dickwad lets out a shrill laugh, unaware that I’m one breath away from exploding. He ignores me and gets even closer to her. He’s either dumb as fuck or has a death wish.
He moves to place his hand on Davina’s shoulder, but before the prick makes contact, I turn with speed, grabbing his wrist and twisting it hard. Before the fucker can even register what’s happened, I have him pinned to the wall with his arm twisted at an awkward angle behind his back.
“Davina, stay right there.”
