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Fuck me, that is disgusting…

Luna quickly places her hands over his mouth, not giving a shit that she’s covered in blood. His eyes widen with fear, and something passes over my girl’s face. She’s finally seeing him as someone other than her abuser. She’s seeing him as a person, an evil one but a person no less.

“How does it feel to have something shoved down your throat and not be able to move it,” Luna sneers coldly, and every brother takes a step back while my fear builds.

I’m losing her.

Luna doesn’t remove her hand as she watches Brock choke on his own dick, and even when his body stops fighting when his chest stops moving, she doesn’t remove her hand or her eyes from Brock, and everyone in the room is silent. The only sounds is her heavy breathing.

“Luna…” Axe whispers, but she doesn’t move, and I swallow hard.

She’s shutting down.

“He’s dead, princess,” I state loud enough to get through to her, which thankfully works, and she drops her hand and takes a step back, her breathing getting heavier.

“She’s about to drop,” my dad says, and she does, but I’m on her before she can touch the floor, my arms underneath her pits, and in a quick maneuver, I pick her up bridal style and her head goes straight into my neck and Mama rasps, “Go take care of your girl son,” and I nod.

“I did it. I slayed my demon,” Luna mumbles, and the brothers look at her with sympathy, but most look down when she utters, “It doesn’t change the past, though, does it? It doesn’t mean I can be a mama…” Before her body softens and her breathing deepens and my heart fucking breaks.

Chapter 25

Blade

I swallow hard as I watch the woman that I have fallen in love with, who has buried herself so deep inside me, sleep soundly despite what has happened this evening, and my heart is in my fucking throat, worry shooting through me.

Two hours, two long fucking hours, is how long she has been passed out, her body trying to protect her mind from what she had done, with how far she took her revenge.

Instead of just killing him like we all believed she would do, like I fucking thought she would do, she tortured him, giving him the same treatment he gave her, but instead of him having it over the years, she had to give it to him within minutes and what better way to kill your rapist by forcing him to swallow his own cock.

I sigh as I run a hand through my hair and lean forward, placing my elbows on my knees, dropping my head, frustration building through me.

I feel helpless, so fucking helpless, something I have never felt in my life before.

While everyone was watching Luna with pride and a little bit of fear, I watched, feeling sick to my stomach, not because of what she was doing but because I saw every emotion filter through her face.

Pain, fear, sorrow, defeat…

I swallow hard, look up, and watch her chest for a few seconds, making sure it’s moving.

I cleaned her up after bringing her to my room, and by cleaning her up, I meant removing my cut and shirt along with her short shorts and standing underneath the shower with her, and all she did was fucking groan, not waking up scaring the living shit outta me.

I called Doc, and he said she was alright, that her body had just shut down from all the shit she’s been through, and that having her abuser gone helped.

I cleaned up the blood, then carried her to my bed before dressing her in another one of my shirts, and ever since I have been sitting on this fucking chair waiting for her to wake up while praying for her to sleep just a little while longer.

I’m scared of how she’ll be when she wakes. I’m scared I won’t like what she has to say, her truths.

I drop my head again and grip my hair.

“So, you’re not going to punish me for making out with my coworker while drunk?”

I really should not be fucking focusing on those words right now, but I can’t help it. I mean, I get it. She thought I was fucking other women, but damn…

I didn’t even think of touching another woman in the months she was gone, or fuck, even when we were fucking. I just wanted her, and I still only want her. I know it was supposed to be a month thing turned four months, I know we weren’t supposed to fall and maybe become friends, but I did fucking fall, and for a man like me, that isn’t good because now I’m obsessed and now, she is all I want but I could lose her, and I’m fucking hurt that she sought out someone else.

“You look stressed…,” a sweet voice whispers, and I sniff hard, trying to control my emotions.

There is a lot I need to say right now. So fucking much to talk about.