Page 11 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Luna

“Okay, class, pens down,” Professor Carmen shouts, and I sigh in relief as I get the last word written on my physiology paper.

Today is finals before summer break, and they will determine what classes I need to take next year. This is my final year at Clearview College before going onto my bachelor’s. This paper is also my only chance of passing this class.

I’ve just borderline managed to stay afloat.

Between the diner, school, and Brock, I struggle to keep my head above water, even after taking yesterday and today off sick.

My goal is to become a trauma therapist, helping people who have been in my position, but it’s going to take me roughly eight years to get there, and I’m only nearly three years in and already feel like I’m drowning.

“Okay, bring all your papers to me as you exit the room. I’ll post your results in two days,” Professor Carmen says and I swallow hard, my eyes going to the paper.

I wanted to be able to read through it, but I ran out of time – crap.

Licking my bottom lip, I slowly pack away my things as I scan parts of the paper before I stand.

I really, really, really hope I’ve passed this paper and this class because I don’t know if I have the energy to re-do it next year because then I’ll have to wait another semester to graduate, like my peers.

“Thank you, Miss Davis,” Professor Carmen says as I place the paper on his desk and nod without making eye contact with the sixty-year-old man before walking out of his lecture hall into a crowd of students, my panic slowly taking over.

I’ve failed, I know I have.

Dropping my head, I walk towards the doors.

I don’t make eye contact with anyone. My focus is on the exit.

The students know who I am and who my brother is, no thanks to Axe showing up at school my first week to send a message that I didn’t want him to send.

So now the men fear me while the women try and flock to me so they can get close to my brother.

After nearly three years, they still haven’t got the hint to leave me alone.

“Hey Luna, are any other of the brothers coming today, or is it just that lone one?” a girl asks from across the quad as I make my way down the hill and I look up in shock and fear.

Expecting to see Brock ready to give me my punishment for when I vomited on him the other night, I come to a halt seeing a Dark Angels brother instead, my mouth going dry.

Holy moly…

With his hair in a man bun and shades covering his dark blue eyes, Blade sits astride his bike, his head directed toward me.

How in the hell did he know I go to this school?

My palms sweat, and my heart rate picks up as my stomach tightens. My body is reacting to him, and it wants to pull towards him.

I still want him, and that is not good.

I didn’t think I’d see him again, his warning from two days ago not really meaning anything yet here he is.

I swallow hard, noticing a lot of people eyeing him and I quickly look over to where my car is, a few vehicles from his bike. I look back over to him, and he tilts his head as if saying, ‘I dare you’ and I swallow again, my throat suddenly dry.

I won’t leave here without seeing what he wants, I just know it.

Sighing in defeat, I slowly make my way over to his bike, ignoring the eyes bouncing between him and me while I try to harden my body from reacting to him.

The other day at the diner was weird. Never have I ever reacted to somebody the way I did to him, and it is scary as hell, especially with my horror in the past and present.

I’ll never get to be happy, never get to fall for someone or get married.

I’m too broken, and Brock still believes I’m his because he grew up with me, so however my body is reacting to this man is a moot point.

“Hey, princess,” Blade says as I stop before him and raise a brow.

“Princess, huh?” I ask, and he shrugs but doesn’t give me an explanation as he takes in my sneakers, jeans, and sweater. “Why are you here, Blade?” I ask, not bothering with how he found me.

I’m not stupid. He’s the president of a club, which means he probably has someone who is good with computers.

“I have a proposition for you, Luna,” he says.

I look at him suspiciously and ask, “What kind of proposition?”

I know for a fact I have nothing to give him, and so far, he’s giving no indication that he’s aware Axe is my brother.

All the information he could probably find gives Axe’s legal name, and it isn’t known within different clubs what a brother’s legal name is unless they are in that club with you or have grown up with you.

He slowly lips his bottom lip from side to side before he says, “I don’t do relationships,” and I raise a brow because, well, yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I figured that out within seconds of being in his orbit.

“But,” he says, “I want you,” my mouth parts, “I don’t know why I want you, but I do, and I know that a part of you wants me, so I proposition that we fuck a few times, get each other out of our systems then I can go my merry way, and you can go on yours.”

Speechless, that is what I am. I am absolutely speechless because never in a million years did I expect that to come out of his mouth.

I clear my throat when he raises a brow and I mutter, “I, uh, don’t think that is a good idea.”

And it isn’t.

The only man who has touched my body is my abuser, and no one in my family has stood up to help me. Heck, my mother barely talks to me, and hasn’t since I accused Brock of rape at my father’s funeral after she demanded I stick with him so she could mourn.

He chuckles, “Why because you’d fall in love with me?”

I frown at his condescending words.

Not every girl falls in love because a man sleeps with her. I hate Brock with everything in me, though I don’t willingly give him my body.

“No, I just don’t think it’s a good idea, and besides, what do I get out of you screwing me out of your system?” I question and he smirks, a smirk that goes straight through me.

Damn, that is a good smirk. It makes him look more badass and surer of himself, and I instantly hate him for it.

I wish I had the confidence he’s radiating right now.

“Well, for starters, you’d get to do something for yourself other than this place because princess, you are giving off shut-off, rule-abiding vibes. You’re giving off the whole listening to the higher man kind of vibe, not living a life for you, not having fun,” he replies and my jaw locks.

“I didn’t realize I was that transparent.” I snap.

Sighing, he pulls out a card and passes it over.

I reluctantly take it and see Dark Angel’s Motors at the top.

I look at him with confusion, and he states, “That is where you’ll find me when you change your mind, but don’t take too long because this proposition will only be open for three days before I decide you’re not worth it. ”

That said, he starts his bike, then, with one last look at me, he backs out of the spot and drives away as my heart pounds and my peers watch him leave.

He’s extremely cocky that he thinks I’d go running to him, and I’m even more pissed that he caught on that I don’t do anything for myself except for school.

I shove the card in my pocket, adamant to throw it away later because that man has cocky alpha hole written all over him, his confidence is just plain annoying. I stomp over to my car, ignoring the onlookers gaping at me.

Huffing with frustration, hating that the man read me like an open book, I climb into my car and slam the door behind me.

“If he thinks I’m going to go running to him, a stranger and most likely a man whore, then he has another thing coming!” I mutter to myself as I start my car and put it in reverse, trying not to stew at the audacity of Blade.

I sigh as I climb out of my car. After ten minutes of driving, his words still go around in my head.

I’m not considering them. In fact, I’m pleased that I’m in his head, I guess, but I know I can’t go there with him.

One, he is a complete stranger. Two, I’m damaged goods. Three, he’s part of a rival club, and four, I still want to die.

Shaking my head, I make my way to the large black door to my apartment building, promising to forget about Blade despite my connection with him but instantly, I want to curse at myself for not paying better attention, for being too much in my head.

A bad feeling consumes me when my foot hits the step, and a hand grabs the messy bun on my head.

I scream in shock as I’m dragged backwards and I quickly put my hand into my jeans pocket, and grab the pepper spray while allowing my body to follow the hand in my hair, trying to keep my wits about me.

As I’m thrown on the floor, landing hard on the grass with a grunt, the wind is knocked out of me.

I try and breathe through the pain and lift my hand with the pepper spray and press the button right into Brock's eyes, and I can’t help the feeling of elation that fills me and he jumps back grabbing hold of his face.

I’ve always wanted to mase him…

“Mother fucker!” Brock shouts as he blinks several times before suddenly his foot connects with my ribs.

I gasp as the force of his kick spins me over on the grass before he stomps on my hip, making me cry out.

“This is how you treat your old man, huh? Huh?” he shouts, kicking me again, this time hitting my pelvis.

I cry out, landing on my stomach from the force, and before I can try and move away, his hand grips my hair as he sits on my back, his weight making it hard to breathe, the force at the unnatural angle of his grip he has on my hair, lifting my head making it worse.

“You knew I was going to be waiting for you,” he sneers, “you planned this didn’t you bitch?!”

My tears fall as I try and gasp for air before suddenly he throws my head down, my forehead hitting the grass hard, and I cry out then cough and splutter as I eat a load of grass.

Dizziness hits me as his hands find their way to my jeans, and dark blue eyes pop into my head, shocking me and making my heart race all in one. Suddenly, I want to fight back, to stop him from pulling my jeans off.

I want to fight harder than I normally would to stop him from raping me again.

With determination, I move slightly on my side before lifting my leg up. I kick Brock hard in his stomach, making him grunt and fall away from me. With strength I didn’t know I had, I scramble to my feet, using Brock's dazed state to limp to the door.

“You little bitch!” he snaps, and my pulse throbs as the door comes into view, people walking out of it.

“Hold the door, please,” I say loudly. The girl coming out holds it open, and I rasp, “Thanks,” before rushing inside as she walks away without looking at me.

The door closes and locks automatically before Brock grabs the handle and shakes the door to try and open it but fails before we lock eyes.

“Open the fucking door, treasure, don’t make your punishment any harder for you,” he growls, and I swallow hard, my chest hurting from the lack of air.

His eyes, red from the mase, show nothing but anger and promise, and it’s at this moment that I realize I do want more than to fight him.

I know that I want to live for myself and that I’m really considering Blade’s offer for some fun so he can screw me out of his system then I can throw it in his face that I allowed someone to touch me willingly.

I lock my jaw and slowly walk backward, trying not to flinch at the pain in my ribs and hip, and decide that I will screw Blade, not only that, I’ll gloat in Brock’s face as I stab my knife into his heart.

“Luna open the fucking door!” he shouts, but I ignore him and turn around, heading for the lifts with the promise stuck in my head.

It’s time to fight back, and by doing that, I need to use Blade for what he’s offering because there will be nothing more relishing than watching the fury take over Brock as I kill him, gloating about giving my body willingly to someone else.