Page 17 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Luna

I chew my bottom lip as I look down at my outfit for the fifth time, eyeing the light blue sundress and I scrunch my nose up.

“Do I look too cute, maybe?” I ask myself with a frown.

Four days, that is how long it has been since Blade showed up at the diner, four days since he tore away the horror of what has happened in that alleyway more times than I can count, giving me something he doesn’t even realize – safety and comfort – something I shouldn’t take from him when we both know this isn’t a long term thing.

Even if relationships were his thing, my past and my trauma would tear us apart one way or another, and he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

I gently run my hand over my dress causing my hair to fall to one side. I should put my hair up.

Seeing him standing there, in a place where most of my trauma has taken place since I moved out of the club, I felt sick to my stomach, but not because of him, no, because of what that alley represents.

I didn’t want to dirty him, I didn’t want my horror to touch him, but the moment his lips touched mine, everything faded.

The past, my trauma, everything…gone. All I saw was him, all I felt was him, he centered me.

I’m falling for him.

I realized over the week that I ignored him.

He was all I could think of, and I missed him.

I know I shouldn’t have allowed him to take me against the wall.

I should have walked away, but I just couldn’t.

My heart raced seeing him, my body hummed, and all I wanted to do was fall into him and beg him to hold me and never let me go.

The man I wanted to use to throw what we were doing in Brock’s face as I stabbed him is now the man that I’m falling for.

I sigh and eye my bare legs instead of my hair, knowing I can’t put it up.

“Maybe I should wear jeans,” I mutter….

I’m supposed to be taking my car to Dark Angel’s Motors, but I can’t decide how to dress. My hair is down, how Blade likes it, but clothing-wise, I’m stuck.

Jeans mean I’m strictly there for the car, and I don’t want him to take me on his workbench, something my clit throbs at the thought of, and that I’m only there for car business.

A dress could mean sex, but I want…damn, I want more.

I want to talk to him, get to know him, and maybe, I don’t know, maybe find out his legal name.

I want him to get to know me, not the me who is abused or raped by my brother’s best friend, his VP, but the girl I was before that, the girl who loved to laugh and jump into lakes and climb trees.

I want him to fall for me too.

I sigh, grab my phone, walk out of my bedroom, and head to the kitchen counter to get my keys.

I’m asking for too much from him.

This is supposed to be just sex. It’s what we agreed. I mean, it’s not like he’s falling for me. We don’t even talk outside of sex, like no communication at all, though, to be fair I don’t have any communication with anyone.

I’ve handed in all my final papers, thankfully passing, though only just so I’ve either been here or worked with no one to talk to.

Heck, I’m surprised I still even have a job.

After I kicked my brother out of my apartment, I haven’t heard anything from him, and Mama has stopped trying to reach me, though to be fair, that one I’m not too upset about.

What kind of mother calls their thirteen-year-old a liar and then makes said daughter's father’s funeral all about her. It isn’t like she didn’t know he had mistresses. I’m just shocked only one turned up at the funeral.

I needed her, and she wasn’t there for me, and now she’s having an affair with a taken brother, or more like blackmailing him into the affair anyhow.

“So much for family,” I mutter and walk over to the front door with my heart in my throat.

Four days since I slept with Blade, two days since Brock cornered me in the ladies at the diner and forced himself inside my mouth.

Bile builds yet again, the images of his gleam in his eyes hitting me hard as he spouted that I’m all his and that apparently, within the next month, I’ll be wearing his cut, that he has a plan, and again I wonder if I should go to Blade knowing the dirt on me because of that man.

I don’t know how much more I can take of his abuse. Seven years is a lot for one person, and now I just… God, I don’t want to be here anymore as much as it hurts to think because I am falling for Blade. I can feel myself slipping away bit by bit, and I don’t think I’ll ever come back, even for him.

He’d be better off without me anyhow, especially after he realizes I’m filthy, but until then, I think I need to take all the goodness from him before I decide to end it all.

My eyes tear up at the thought of committing suicide hits me again, and I lock my front door as I shake my head, trying to wash the thoughts away as I walk down the hallway.

I need to see Blade. I pause in my step and drop my head, sighing as I realize I’m becoming dependent on him to help take away my trauma, and I know that isn’t healthy. If anything, it means we need to end things soon.

Damn.

“Purpose for entry?” the young man on the gate with a prospect cut and a mean scowl demands half an hour later after I’ve rolled my window down, stopping in front of the large metal gates.

“Blade has my car booked in at ten,” I say with a bit of nerves because, well, he’s scary for a prospect. I mean, his eyes look nearly black, and his whole head is shaved and tattooed, not to mention he’s built like a fricking tank.

Aren’t prospects usually scrawny?

The guy looks at the sheet in his hands, then walks around the car and reads my number plate before giving me a smile, which makes him look like a completely different man and makes me blink. He nods, then opens the gate and states, “Have a good day, ma’am.”

Holy…

I give him a small smile in return, trying not to show him how much he freaked me out, though something inside me tells me he already knows and is most likely happy about it.

I take a deep breath, put my car into drive, and pull forward before swinging to the left of the clubhouse, ignoring all the bikes out front. I drive down a little road before pulling up in front of the black garage, parking in front like Blade requested before switching off the engine.

My palms sweat a little.

Normally, I’d be excited about seeing him, but what Brock did two days ago dampened things a little, and I hate him even more for it.

Blade has become my happy place, something I never thought I’d have, and even though I know he mostly likely doesn’t feel the same, I’m lucky enough to have this feeling, even if it’s just for a little while.

Out of instinct, I look up through the garage doors so I can see Blade work for a few minutes because, well, there’s just something about a man in a tank top, overalls tied at the waist, dripping with sweat, and covered in oil.

Or maybe, more like Blade but I frown seeing him talking to some woman whose hands fly all over the place.

She’s not wearing a cut, yet she looks a little like Blade. I mean, not the hair color but the facial features.

Swallowing, I open the car door and climb out as her words hit me as she sneers, “I will not allow this Blade!”

Blade scoffs, “Well, guess what, Mama? You don’t have a fucking say.”

Mama, as in…. ah crap.

The woman with light brown hair growls, and not wanting them to think I’m listening to their argument, I shut my car door, getting their attention.

The woman glowers at me as her head snaps my way, her light blue eyes darkening with anger, giving most of the brothers in the Furies a run for their money, making me want to flinch back, but I hold it down.

Seeing Blade’s face soften, as he takes me in, a small smile etching his features.

I’m suddenly happy I wore the sundress and ankle boots.

I give him a small smile as I wave a little like a dork, nerves hitting me, and I say, “I’m sorry to interrupt,” as I walk over to them.

“You’re not interrupting, princess,” Blade says, and I know my cheeks are heating at his nickname and the fact he’s using it in front of his mother, especially by the smirk he has stretching across his face, though I don’t miss the woman scowl at her son.

She doesn’t like me, and I’m beginning to believe their argument has something to do with me.

I shake my head, hold my keys out for him, and ask, “Are you sure you’re not too busy to do the cambelt?”

Blade rolls his eyes and takes my keys from me, our fingers touching, causing sparks to shoot up my arm.

He states, “As I told you yesterday and the day before that and the day before that, it isn’t a problem.

It needs doing, Luna,” like he didn’t feel anything, which I have to admit stings a little and I realize my feelings for him are deeper than I originally thought.

Leaving him is going to be hard when the time comes.

I wince and admit, “I know. I just don’t want to be a bother.”

He shakes his head with a sly smile and admits, “You being safe in a reliable car isn’t a bother, now stop fussing.”

My cheeks heat again when his mother clears her throat, and he sighs.

“Mama, go back to the clubhouse and do what you are best at, pissing off Dad and the prospects,” he demands gently, and the woman flinches but hides it and scoffs, “What, don’t want to introduce me to your girlfriend?”

My eyes widen at her words, but my heart, which has no right, soon drops when Blade replies, “Luna isn’t my girlfriend like I told you before she pulled up, we’re friends, now fuck off.”

The woman growls before walking past me, accidentally shoving into my shoulder in the process, and I have to bite my bottom lip to stop the cry that I wants to escape while she walks away.

Brock rammed me into the wall before he forced himself on me, and now it’s a little sore.

Blade sighs and mumbles, “I’m sorry about her, she has problems.”

I snort, “Most mothers do, don’t they?”

He grins and tilts his head, and I know he has questions, but I also know he won’t ask them. Instead, he grips my hips and pulls me into him as he drags me into his garage, and I giggle before his lips meet mine causing me to melt into him like normal.

As our tongues tangle, everything in me relaxes. His words, just moments ago, are forgotten until he pulls back, and we lock eyes.

Damn, I could get lost in those dark blue orbs.

It hurts knowing he doesn’t see me the way I see him, but I also know he never promised me more.

It’s just sex and now a car fix.

Needing to break his intense gaze, I turn my head and look around the shop before noticing the Chevrolet Dulux. I wince and mutter, “Uh oh,” and Blade groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder and making me laugh.

“I swear that fucking car is going to be the death of me,” he mumbles before kissing my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. I grin, move away from him, and walk to the dark green car.

“What’s wrong with it this time?” I ask as I look over the old car.

Blade sighs before I feel his arms wrapping around me from behind, and he rests his chin on my head and mutters, “This time, break failure and transmission issues because of its age. Three days ago, faulty spark plugs and last week was the electrical system. The car is a fucking menace, and I keep trying to tell the owner to just put it in storage and buy something more reliable, but he won’t. ”

I smile as I turn my head a little to look up at him, and we lock our eyes.

“You love it really,” I say and he shakes his head then presses his lips against mine before mumbling, “Maybe a little,” then he kisses me harder.

I smile into the kiss as I turn in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck to hold him to me.

I know it is selfish to not walk away, but I just need a little more of him to keep me sane, just until I can either leave town after killing Brock once I’ve got the strength to do it or end it all.

Blade is the light in my darkness, and he doesn’t even realize it, and it’s something I have to hold onto.