Page 13 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Luna – Two Weeks Later

I quickly tie my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head, check the time, and sigh with relief, knowing I still have some hours to get done what is needed before Brock finishes work and I won’t have to endure hell again.

Quickly tidying up my mess, I turn to open the door but pause when I hear my front door open, and I silently groan, knowing it’ll be my brother.

I didn’t want him to have a key, especially knowing Brock may somehow get a hold of it, but he swore no one would have access to it, including his VP.

I relented, putting a little bit of trust in him for the first time since I was thirteen but does he question why I don’t want his VP to have access to it?

No, he doesn’t.

It’s like he’s purposely blind to what is happening to me and what has happened to me over the years, and I resent him for it. I know we’ll never have that brother-sister bond most siblings have.

The truth always has a way of coming out, and he’ll soon realize his mistake and why he lost me but whether I have a pulse at that point or not, only time will tell.

“Luna?” Axe calls, and I roll my eyes. I quickly leave my small bathroom, coming out into the hallway.

I bump into my brother, who was on his way to my bedroom by the looks of things, and I raise a brow.

“This is a surprise,” I say instead of questioning him knowing there isn’t any point and he runs his hand through his light brown hair, causing it to stick up, and anxiety radiates from him, which is definitely not something I would expect from him.

“Yeah, uh, today is full of surprises, that is for sure,” he mumbles then he looks over me to see I’m not wearing my uniform. Frowning, and asks, “You’re not working today?”

I snort, “I took a week off, Taylor, you know since I haven’t had a vacation since starting at the diner.”

He scowls because, of course, as his sister, I must work more hours than the average employee until I’m at breaking point, even though I actually wanted to work at the crisis center in town for victims of rape and abuse, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

The family has to work for the club and my working there will raise questions as to whether I was actually telling the truth about what his best friend did to me, is still doing to me.

Not wanting to cause another argument between us, I sigh, “I have coursework and finals. If I don’t pass these finals, I will have to re-do the semester, and I won’t have that because, between this class and work, I’m running out of steam.

” I look at the time, “I was about to walk to the library to find a few books before they close.”

He doesn’t say anything momentarily, his eyes looking over my features as if assessing me, and I furrow my brows in confusion.

“You’re acting weird, Taylor,” I say and walk past him into my small living area, and I can’t help the small smile that appears on my face as I take in the space I created.

The dark gray wall behind the light gray couch, a glass coffee table, and a small TV in the corner are all mine.

“So you taking a week off isn’t because of your new boyfriend then?” Axe asks suddenly, and I turn his way, my brows furrowed in confusion.

I have a boyfriend?

“What new boyfriend?” I ask.

He scoffs, “Oh, so you’re denying it? My own sister is lying to my face again.”

I glare at him, not liking his insinuation. He accused me, along with everyone else, years ago, of being a liar, and seven years later, I’m still being abused, and he still thinks I was lying, they all do.

“I’m not lying, Taylor. I don’t have a boyfriend, but do you know what? Even if I did, it would have nothing to do with you or your club. I’m a grown as woman!” I snap, and he shakes his head, repeatedly running a hand through his hair with frustration.

“So, you and Blade, the president of the Dark Angels MC? What is he to you then?” he demands to know, and I snort.

Of course, he found out, meaning everyone else has.

All it takes is for one of their hang-arounds to see me in the Dark Angels’ territory or driving onto their club property to open their mouths to my brother, hoping to get a prospect cut.

Dickheads.

I hope Brock is stewing with this. I hope he pictures Blade thrusting in me over and over, washing away his filth.

“Do you really want me to spell it out to you, Taylor?” I ask, giving him a chance to use his head. As the years have proven, my brother isn’t very smart.

“Yeah, I think you should because it’s very odd that the club that was suddenly starting a war stops, and my sister is seen around with their president!” he snaps, and I raise a brow and ask, “And how have I been seen with their president?”

I don’t really care that he knows. I’m more intrigued by how he knows more than anything or if he’s just combining two things.

“You were seen exiting his garage, Luna, while your car was parked outside more than once!” he growls, and I roll my eyes.

“So you just assumed that I’m sleeping with him?” I ask innocently, messing with him. His face pales a little, and I grin and admit, “Because you were right,” and his eyes darken in anger, and I sigh, “It’s just sex, Taylor. You know the thing you men do with the clubwhores to scratch that itch.”

“He’s an enemy, Luna!” he shouts.

I raise a brow at his tone and confirm, “Didn’t you just say that they’ve stopped trying to start a war?”

He glares at me and snaps, “It isn’t the point! He’s using you to get to the club!”

I chuckle, only making his face redder until I say, “He doesn’t even know you are my brother. He believes I’m just a waitress at the diner.”

His mouth parts in shock, and I shrug and state, “He has never mentioned the club or you and doesn’t even bring up his club.

There is literally no talking between us.

It is just sex on his workbench a few times a week, and it’s only for this month,” or that is what we agreed yesterday in his garage, the only place we’ve had sex.

For the past two weeks, I have gone to him as we planned after our first time, which was weird, really.

It was like discussing a transaction, but anyway, he’s had me up on his work bench every time and not once has he seen me naked so it’s a win for me.

I get orgasms, something I’ve never had before and he doesn’t see the scars marring my body while he screws me out of his system and I must admit, I never thought sex could be like that.

I don’t feel dirty or like I’m filth. I don’t want to wash him off and scrub my body afterward.

His body helps me forget everything, he helps me forget everything, and each time I get home after our activities, I always burst into tears, but not with regret, more with gratitude because I feel good.

Each time I come home, my emotions get too much to handle, so I just cry.

“Sex for this month, that is it?” he confirms, and I raise a brow because it isn’t really any of his business, and this is just purely weird speaking about this with him. He puts his hands up and admits, “I’m just looking out for you, that’s all.”

I swallow my scoff. Seven years and not once has he looked out for me. He’s kept that monster by his side even after I told him what he did to me, not believing me, and my only saving grace lately is that I’ve managed to dodge Brock at all costs.

I’m not the last to leave at the diner, and here, I’ve started parking in the underground parking lot, which he can’t get into.

It costs me more a month, but the expense is worth it right now, and every time I’ve gone out for a jog, I’ve made sure it’s at the times I know he’s at the club because he’s not one to change his routine.

Even today, he’s on prospect duty, so I should be able to make it to the library before his shift ends.

“Yes, it is just sex for this month, then we’ll both go our separate ways,” I confirm instead of screaming at him like I want to, and he sighs but doesn’t say anything, knowing he hasn’t got a leg to stand on.

“Okay, just be careful, please, Luna. The Devils are dangerous men,” he says, and I nod once, not saying a word because I know firsthand that Brock is more dangerous than Blade where I am concerned.

Shaking his head at my silence, Axe looks around my place, a small smile now gracing his face and a little pride, but I don’t relish it.

I’m here because he couldn’t keep me safe. He didn’t even want me to move out, but I had to step up for myself because no one else would.

“You’ve done well here,” he mumbles, and I hum again, not saying anything and he sighs, “Mama misses you, Luna.” He looks my way and says, “You haven’t spoken to her since you moved out.”

“She barely spoke to me when I was there, Taylor,” I remind him, and he sighs again and again as he looks around the room, probably noticing the lack of photos except one, his eyes lingering on it for a moment.

Why have family pictures up when my family was never there for me?

I mean, my dad, even though he had a mistresses, at least cared enough to come to my school plays and to teach me how to ride a bike, and that is the only reason why one lone photo of him on his Harley without hit cut on, sits near my TV.

“She’s struggled with what you said at Dad’s funeral,” he mutters, staring at the photo of Dad smirking, and I blink.

This is the first time he’s mentioned it since then.

“I get it. You were upset, you lost dad, the only parent to pay attention to you, and Mama was badmouthing him, then his mistress showed up in tears,” he murmurs and looks my way with sad eyes.

“You made an accusation that could have harmed a good man, but you were hurting and just wanted your mother, and I understood that. Brock understood it, but surely now is the time to bury the hatchet with everyone? To apologize for your hurtful words and move back home?”

It takes everything in me not to shout at him, to charge at him and hit him before showing him my stomach and back, to show him the branding marks his VP has done to me.