Some of you guys probably don't remember Blake. But he's the guy who had some sort of interest in Scarlett in Book 1. At some point Scarlett went over to his place and hung out with him, before Harry just bashed in and beat the shit out of Blake. Recently in this book, everyone found out Blake is a spy from Omega.

That's OBVS Blake up there! Played by Colton Haynes ❤️

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  Monday passed by quickly. By 10 p.m. We were completely unsuccessful in finding the spies and the bombs. By tomorrow we had to start evacuating people and getting them into the back-up base Ford had built ages ago, which was located a few miles away from The Organization. We had already warned the base in England beforehand and even they couldn't locate the bombs or the spies. It was extremely frustrating how we had turned this place upside down looking for the bombs, but we still came up with nothing.

  The air dense with tension as I walked down the halls of The Organization, training my eyes on different people to see if I could at least suspect if any of them were spies. Harry held my hand tightly; refusing to let me go anywhere alone after that nightmare he had yesterday night. My heart clenched when reminisced to when he held a gun to my head all while he was in his sleep. My facial features scrunched up in pain when I remembered how he backed away from me when I reached out to him, afraid that he was going to hurt me again.

   "You okay, Angel?" he murmured, noticing my tense expression. I shook the dark thoughts from my head, turning my head to smile lightly at him.

   "I'm fine," I told him, squeezing his hand reassuringly as he nodded stiffly and looked away.

  He's been even tenser after yesterday night. But I couldn't do anything about it. Tomorrow was Tuesday and everything was going to be over by midnight, I only hoped the problem would end well. I was pulled back suddenly when Harry halted his movements, shooting me an apologetic look before letting go of my hand and digging his own one into his pocket. He pulled his vibrating phone out, sliding his thumb across the screen and holding it up to his ear.

  I turned around as I let him talk to whoever was calling him, narrowing my eyes as I tried to spot any spies. It was hard; The Organization was filled with hundreds of people ranging from ages such as 13 and below to 50 and above. Anyone could be a spy. But I was soon tugged away by Harry, who turned me around to face him, his hands rubbing down my arms as he parted his lips to speak.

   "Vlad called me asking to torture Blake again to see if he knows where the bombs are," Harry said lowly, making me swallow thickly and nod in response.

  Over the last few weeks, Blake was being held as prisoner for us to torture and get whatever information he had about The Organization, out of him. However, he was a tough nut to crack. No matter how much torture he endured, he kept his mouth shut and only taunted us. I was never involved with the torturing because it made me uncomfortable to think of how Blake was someone who was interested in me, and at some point kind to me, but at the same time against The Organization. He was also spying on me and feeding Viola information about me, which ultimately made her decide that I was one of the people she wanted to inject vibranium into.

   "I'll call Jade or Damien to stick with you-" Harry began to say before I cut him off.

   "I'll come," I said immediately, making him frown. He was unsure of what to say, unsure of whether he thought it was okay for me to come or not.

   "It's best if you don't," Harry said hesitantly, making me pull my brows low.

   "And why is that?" I questioned, folding my arms over my chest.

   "It's because," Harry started to say before groaning lightly, before shaking his head. "I don't know, I just feel like something bad is gonna happen if you come."

   "He could actually tell us shit if I come," I reasoned with him. "He cared about me too once you know."

   "Yeah, before I broke his nose and told him to stay away from you," Harry scoffed, making me roll my eyes.

   "Shut up, I'm coming," I said playfully, pushing past him gently and walking back the way we came from. Harry complied with a light laugh, catching up with me, and lacing our fingers once again.

  We made our way to The Den, which was the place where spies or 'prisoners' were kept. Harry let go of my hand when we approached Blake's cell, unlocking it and swinging it open to reveal a bruised and battered Blake tied up on a chair. I walked in with a tense expression on my face, hating the way Valkyrie had tortured him, also hating the way I felt bad for him because after all he was a spy and he did break the scared rules of The Organization.

   "Well aren't you looking wonderful today, Blake?" Harry boomed loudly, his voice filled with fake cheerfulness as he rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt and took his rings off. He only ever took his rings off when he had the intention of getting his hands dirty.

   "Scarlett?" Blake's voice came out ragged, yet it was filled with surprise. His bright blue eyes stood out from the purple and dark colored bruises on his face, along with the dried blood that stained his skin.

   "Blake," I nodded curtly at him, folding my arms over my chest as Harry exited the room quickly, saying that he had to roll in the table of 'torture toys' as he would call them.

   "Finally decided to come and see me?" Blake arched an eyebrow with a deep cut in it, wincing almost immediately.

   "Thought I'd see if I could get something out of you."

   "Is that so?" Blake laughed out loud, his brilliant white teeth making an appearance as he grinned in amusement. "Oh Scarlett, do you seriously still think I have a thing for you?"

   "I never said I did," I muttered, folding my arms over my chest as he continued to laugh.

   "Oh I remember the days I tried so hard to get you to like me, even though it usually came off as me trying to get into your pants," Blake reminisced out loud, as Harry walked into the room, rolling in a table filled with weapons used to torture. "Obviously, none of that was genuine."

   "I figured," I shrugged, walking over to the table and picking up a knife, twirling the blade around my fingers. "Would you have felt any different if you weren't a spy?"

   "Of course," he snorted. "Why you were weak as fuck!" he exclaimed loudly, Harry clenching jaw and tightening his grip on another knife he had. I turned to shoot him a look, silently telling him to stand down. I was curious to hear what Blake had to say.

   "Weak?"

   "Yes weak. Always crying because Harry didn't care about you, but then he did, but he never showed it, blah blah blah," Blake shook his head dramatically, the difference in his personality a clear indicator that he was indeed an incredible spy for he was nothing like this when I knew him. "Don't mind me, crying isn't a exactly weak thing to do. But to be honest, it was always stupid when Harry would do something shit to you and you'd forgive him instantly, thinking he would change, but-"

   "But he did," I interrupted him, making him scowl. "How even do you know so much about our relationship?"

   "You stupid or something? I'm a fucking spy. I know everything about you and Harry," Blake smirked wickedly, his words starting to make me feel uncomfortable as Harry let out a growl and began advancing.

  But I held my arm out, stopping him before he could come any closer to Blake.

   "Are you still weak like you were before, Scarlett? Hmm? Do you still depend on Harry for everything? Just like how you depended on him to comfort you after your nightmares?" he taunted me.

   "Those were uncontrollable," I snarled, feeling the anger boil in my veins. "If he wasn't there to comfort me I wouldn't have survived from those panic attacks."

   "You keep defending your old self a lot," he said, grinning a little. "Isn't there a part of you that wished you weren't so weak and dependent on Harry? Huh?" he questioned suddenly, making me bite my cheek. "Looks like I'm right. Let me tell you this. If you were the way you are now, stronger, more confident, less selfless, I'm pretty sure you would've dumped Harry's ass a long time ago."

   "You're wrong," I growled immediately, refusing to believe a word he was saying. I wasn't even sure why we weren't torturing him right now to find out who were the other spies and where the bombs were hidden. I was too interested in hearing what he had to say, so was Harry.

   "He's right," Harry muttered lowly, making me snap my head towards him.

   "Harry, do not listen to a word he's saying-"

   "Harry, you too, know how horribly you've treated Scarlett in the past. The Scarlett standing right here today wouldn't have tolerated that a single bit, even if she did have those nightmares, she probably would've endured all the panic attacks because she's petty like that."

   "I am not petty, shut the fuck up," I snapped at Blake with a cross expression. But he focused on Harry.

   "I heard you cried a lot when Scarlett died. Like a lot. Everyone thought you've gone soft because of her. You used to be this cold asshole. You never trusted anyone, you never liked anyone, and you never cared for anyone. It was obvious when you started changing for her, gradually, but then all of a sudden, you turned into this big mushy softie, crying all the time you remembered Scarlett. It was fucking pathetic," Blake laughed maliciously, making Harry bite his lip and look away.

   "You changed yourself completely for her. If she really loved you, she would've loved you for you," Blake spat; making me part my lips to speak but Harry quickly spoke up.

   "You're right; I did change myself for her. But I changed myself so that I could someone she deserved. Plus I was getting nowhere in life being the person I used to be," Harry approached Blake with a low animalistic growl, ducking down in front of Blake.

   "You're fucking soft. It's pathetic, this is not who you are," Blake scoffed.

   "Soft? Want me to remind you who has the upper-hand here?" Harry snarled, driving the knife into Blake's thigh, causing him to cry out in agony. "Still think I'm soft?" Harry twisted the knife.

   "Don't forget pathetic, mate," Blake mocked even more, probably deciding that if he were to go down, he might as well go down with a bang. "Hey Scarlett!" he called out loudly, before cursing out loud in pain. "I'm sure you know about Harry's pathetic suicide attempt by now!"

   "Don't you fucking dare," Harry threatened, pulling the knife out and slamming it back down into Blake's other thigh. Blake roared in pain, his cries echoing throughout the room.

   "I get that you dying killed Harry, but I didn't think it would literally kill Harry if you know what I mean- fuck! Stop that!" he screeched when Harry slashed at Blake's chest with the knife, causing his shirt to rip open and blood to drip out of the laceration.

   "Harry wait," I called out hesitantly, making Harry snap his head towards me, worry flickering in his eyes.

   "You don't want to hear this, Scarlett," he whispered quietly to me, making my eyes flutter close, and head shake.

   "No, I do."

   "The first time was right after he let you fall off that cliff. Apparently he came home and tried to shoot himself in the head, Jade stopped him-"

   "Shut the fuck up!" Harry bellowed, spinning back around to face to Blake, at the same time swinging his arm and letting go of his knife. It flew straight and drove itself into Blake's abdomen. Blake was rendered speechless by the action, choking on his words as he stared ahead.

   "Harry!" I cried in frustration, darting forwards to pull the knife off, causing Blake to gasp out loud in pain. "For fuck's sake," I muttered under my breath, pressing my hands messily to the wound to lessen the bleeding.

   "The second time," Blake's breath fanning against my ear caused me to snap my head upwards. "I heard he tried to drown himself."

   I never realized there were tears running down my cheeks while hearing what happened to Harry while I was dead. It only occurred to me when my vision was properly blurred with the tears as I looked down and cried softly. My head turned to Harry, watching him gaze at me with pained eyes.

   "Harry, did Scarlett ever tell you about how she was almost raped by Andrei?"

  My blood froze in my veins when I heard Blake's words, my body automatically moving away from his, hand leaving his wound to bleed out. I immediately turned around to face Harry, my expression falling when I noticed his. It was indescribable. His lips were parted, eyebrows shot up in surprise; he was literally caught off-guard.

   "What?" Harry almost whispered; his tone filled with shock when his gaze flickered to mine before back at Blaze, looking for more of an explanation. "Scarlett, is this true?"

   "Harry-" I started to say but the look on my face was confirmation enough. I tried to speak, but Blake immediately interrupted me.

   "Oh don't worry. I do mean it when I say almost. But I'm surprised she never told you about that, I thought you two were honest with each other. What is it that they say? Honesty is the key to any relationship? Some bullshit like that-"

   "Harry!" I called out when I saw him pulling his gun from the waistband of his jeans, firing the trigger immediately.

  My body flinched at the sound of the shot, literally feeling the bullet whiz past me and hit Blake's head with a sickening noise. Tears pricked my eyes when I slowly raised my head, my gaze locking with Harry's emotionless ones as he dropped his gun onto the table and exited the room without a word.

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  I trailed behind Harry quietly as we made our way back to the apartment, my mind loud with different ways of how to get Harry to talk to me. He had been quiet ever since we left Blake's cell. I followed Harry around, knowing that he'd be even more pissed if I ran off somewhere else without him watching over me, it would cause him more worry than he was already experiencing. But right now, all I wanted to do was to find out what he was thinking about.

  We entered the empty apartment, my brows furrowing when Harry walked straight into the living room before pausing in the middle of it. I noticed his fists were clenching and so was his jaw, his dark brows slanted over his eyes indicating that he was deep in thought. A gasp escaped my lips when he suddenly grabbed a lamp that was situated near the sofa and flung it against the wall.

  Before I could speak up, Harry flung a vase against the opposite wall, causing it to shatter into a million pieces. He continued to fling and destroy things like this, releasing his anger this way, which was unknown to me. He let out a frustrated shout when he flipped the coffee table, causing everything on it to fall to the ground with a crash. My heart dropped in my chest when he suddenly picked up a photo frame that had a picture of us in it, staring down at it intensely before he lifted it up and prepared to fling it against the TV.

   "Harry stop!" I cried, unaware of the constant flow of tears that ran down my cheeks.

  I darted forwards, wrapping my fingers around his bicep and tugging it back, my other hand reaching for the photo frame. I pleaded him to let it go, but it was like my actions barely fazed him. It was like I wasn't even here. He hurled it against the wall, a cry leaving my lips when it struck the drywall and fell to the floor, the glass completely smashed.

  I rushed towards it, dropping to my knees and picking up the broken thing carefully, small sobs leaving my lips. I wasn't even sure why I was crying. His actions weren't scaring me, I was just overwhelmed with what had happened in the past few hours. I also didn't like seeing Harry like this, for some reason it pained me to see him so angry and worked up. I was also partially afraid of what he was going to say to me when he would finally decide to speak to me about the new information that he had found out. I was about to find out when his gruff voice tugged me out of my thoughts, causing me to gaze up at him.

   "Why didn't you tell me?"

  I didn't answer, unsure of what to say. My mind travelled back to the moment it happened. I only saw Harry after that on the cliff, and even then it wasn't like I was going to tell him at that time that Andrei almost raped me. So much was happening it was impossible, I freaking fell off a cliff. When I returned to The Organization, Harry was so happy, I didn't want to ruin that by telling him the secret.

   "Why didn't you tell me?" he roared all of a sudden, his incredibly loud angry tone ringing in my ears.

   "I-I didn't know-"

   "You didn't know what?" he growled, catching me off-guard when he wrapped his fingers around my bicep, pulling me off the ground, causing the photo frame to fall from my hands. "Fucking answer me Scarlett or else."

   "I don't know! I didn't know what to say, Harry, I fell off a fucking cliff a few days after it happened!" I rambled, wincing at the grip he had on me. His gaze burned into my tearful one, his eyes cold and hard and unfamiliar. It was like all of the warmth had been sucked out of it. It was like the old Harry had returned.

    "You think I wouldn't have found out about this?" he spoke harshly, shaking me, causing me to want nothing more than to get away from him at this moment.

   "Let me go, Harry," I whispered firmly, wriggling from his grasp. He backed me up against a wall, fingers wrapped extremely tightly around my wrists and pinning them back.

   "You think this wouldn't have affected me since he didn't actually raped you, but he almost did. Did he touch you, Scarlett? Fucking hell, answer me right now-"

  Without thinking, my knee jutted upwards striking him in his crotch. He let out a low groan of pain, loosening his grip on my wrists allowing me to shove at his chest. He stumbled away, his eyes wide as realization began to dawn upon him of the way he was acting towards me. I shook my head at him, wiping my tears away harshly with the back of my hand as I began to head towards the door.

   "Scarlett," he began to say, quickly catching up with me, trying to catch my wrist. But I immediately spun around and glared at him, causing him to back away immediately.

   "I am going to spend the night at Louis' and Dexter's-"

   "No, please-"

   "Let me finish," I hissed. "You will call me once you're yourself again and then, we will talk about what happened," I said firmly, not really knowing what else to do at the moment. All I knew is just that I needed some time away.

   "No!" Harry immediately yelled, making me continue walking towards the door. "Please, Scarlett, don't leave me," he called out, his voice breaking as he ran after me, stopping me completely when he dropped to his knees behind me and grabbed ahold of my hips.

  I was tugged closer to him, his arms moving to wrap around my thighs as he buried his face into my stomach, apologizing profusely for his behavior. I sighed heavily under my breath, running my bloodstained fingers through his hair to calm him down, and it worked. His arms wound tighter around my midriff, relieved that I wasn't pushing him away as he looked up at me and apologized again and again. At least the old Harry was back again.

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💀 what do you guys think of that chapter? give me your thoughtssssss

What parts of what Blake said do you think is true?

I might not be updating next week because I'm busy af but I'll be back soon so dw ❤️

Until we meet again...

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