Page 19 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade - Three Months Later

I slowly lick my bottom lip as I gently move Luna’s caramel hair out of her face while she sleeps on her side, her hand clutching the pillow I slept on last night, her brows furrowed like she’s in distress making it so fucking hard for me to leave.

I’m not supposed to spend nights, that was the deal. Along with no foreplay and no nudity on her part, a rule I fucking hate but went along with believing it would quench this thirst I have for her.

How fucking wrong could I be huh?

After nearly getting caught by the chef at Big Macenzie’s Grub three months ago, Luna and I mutually agreed that we needed a new place to fuck, and her apartment just seemed like the easiest solution.

Mama is still on my back at the club where Luna is concerned, worried she's using me, making it difficult for us to spend time at the garage.

She's decided to ignore Dad, who has determined Mama is still in the doghouse, not realizing Mama hasn't spoken to him in weeks has decided to focus on me and has even gotten more brothers involved. They are now accusing me of allowing my dick to cloud my judgment with a woman none of them have actually met, a woman they are all accusing of being a patch chaser, including my VP, though that fucker doesn’t have a leg to stand on.

The idiot fucked his best friend, Venom’s little sister, last week, causing a massive brawl in the common room.

It took several brothers to keep Venom from killing him, something he would have deserved right now.

After fucking Ivy, something everyone knew was bound to happen with the looks they kept giving each other over the years but never wanted to give in, knowing their friendship would forever change, he thought it would be best to fuck a clubwhore.

Of course, Misty enjoyed rubbing it in Ivy’s face not realizing he fucked her a few days prior but knew how close they were and hated it which started the whole brawl when Venom asked Ivy what was going on after she ran out of the common room trying not to cry.

She admitted that they slept together, but he wanted to forget it and go back like they were before it happened like an idiot.

Psycho didn’t see Venom coming when he left his room looking a little pale and, if you’d ask me, regretful.

Ivy has been MIA since, only keeping in contact with her mama, much to her father’s disappointment and Venom’s dismay, while Psycho has been killing himself at Dark Angel’s Tats, trying to ignore his so-called sudden feelings for his best friend and the fact she won’t answer his calls and Venom won’t even look at him.

Not really sure what Psycho expected.

I get it, he wanted to push her away because she’s always dreamed of moving to New York, but that was not the way to fucking do it, and now he’s probably lost her completely.

Fucking idiot.

I slowly lick my bottom lip as I trace Luna’s.

Mama has been acting weird, and day by day, I'm just not sure what her next step will be.

Growing up, the brothers were sure Mama was a patch chaser, jealous when my father's attention wasn't on her.

But right now, her main focus is me, not Dad, and she won't even talk to Dad, which is confusing, especially when she hasn’t even brought up her cut.

Luna sighs in her sleep as she searches for the warmth of my hand. I smile as I gently cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb along her jaw. She settles instantly, making my chest tighten.

I’ve not spent one night at the club since coming to Luna’s apartment three months ago, not wanting to really.

Despite both of us agreeing to no sleepovers but as soon as she falls asleep I can’t make myself leave and end up wrapping myself around her and the real fucked up thing is I have yet to see her naked.

I’ve yet to suck on those generous tits of hers or see what she tastes like and I don’t fucking care because fuck.

.. Over four months of fucking I still haven’t got enough of her and not once have I looked at another woman, much to the clubwhores dismay.

I’m falling for my princess, something I have tried so hard to deny and ignore, but the feelings are there. I’m protective of her, fought for her against my family while lying. I promised them it’s just fun, and yet I find myself pulled towards her every fucking day contradicting my words.

Everyone at the club has accused me of falling despite not meeting her.

They can see the signs, signs I wanted so fucking hard to ignore.

If my phone rings, I’m quick to answer it in case it’s her.

A message comes through, the same again, if she’s not with me, I need to be in constant connection with her otherwise, I begin to panic.

She’s taking over my senses and I don’t know how I feel about that.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I sigh as I gently let go of Luna’s soft skin, knowing I need to get going for church to discuss the Furies' prospects raiding Dark Angel’s Girl’s again last week, the first time it’s happened in months only this time, they raped four of our girls while grinning at the camera, not realizing the danger they are now in while my eyes race over Luna’s body.

Fuck, I don’t want to leave her.

She slept in a t-shirt of mine that I left here a few months ago and a pair of panties. She looks fucking edible, and I would give everything to climb back into bed with her. I know I can’t, knowing she’ll want answers that I can’t give her.

I’m out before her alarm goes off every day at six for college, which has now started back up again, or work, just so she doesn’t know that I’ve stayed over, so she doesn’t know that I hear her crying out in her sleep.

She doesn’t know that I’ve seen her scars that I felt under my touch for the first time a few months ago after she fell asleep.

I wanted skin on skin for once and felt the scars before quickly taking a look, scars that look to be self-inflicted, and if they didn’t look older than the time we have been fucking, I would have been fucking concerned because, on her right hip, they look like the shape of a B.

I think she has some trauma that caused her to do that shit to herself.

She’s been hurt at some point in her life, and she begs them to leave her alone in her sleep, then settles when I gently whisper in her ear that I’m with her, that she isn’t alone and I can’t fucking question her regarding her nightmares because I’m not supposed to be spending the night.

Just like I shouldn’t know about the few burn marks that lace her lower stomach along with the B on her right hip.

I have so many fucking questions and no answers that can be given.

My phone buzzes again, and I silently groan, not wanting to leave her but knowing I must. Sighing, I gently place a kiss on Luna’s forehead, then stand, and Luna mumbles, “Leo,” as she grips my pillow, and I swallow hard but wince. It feels like razor blades are etching along my throat.

Fuck, my name sounds good coming out of those lips.

Taking a deep breath, I turn and walk out of her light blue room and down the small hallway before I say fuck it and climb back into bed with her.

My eyes go to the photo near the TV as normal as I get into the small living area, with the man on the bike without a cut taking my focus, the only photo she has in this whole apartment.

“That’s my dad, he died in a bike accident.”

Her words echo in my head.

She doesn’t talk much about her family, and honestly, after her admittance, I didn’t want to bring up such pain for her about her dad.

She’s such a puzzle.

Sighing as my phone goes off again, I leave Luna’s apartment and grab it from my pocket, and without looking at the screen, I answer, “Yeah?”

“You on your way back?” Dad asks.

I don’t question why he wants to know. Mama is probably losing her shit after noticing I’m not at my house on club property or in my room in the clubhouse and reply, “I’ll be twenty minutes, just in time for a coffee before church.”

Dad doesn’t say anything. He hangs up, and I sigh again, knowing how he feels about me being here. No one is on my fucking side regarding Luna, and after the shit with Mama, Dad is suspicious as fuck regarding her as well not realizing he’s slowly losing her anyhow.

Shaking my head, I descend the stairs quickly and storm out of the apartment building. I then go to my bike on the curb and mount it.

I look up at her apartment window before starting the bike and gently riding off quietly so I don’t wake her.

I can’t answer the questions she’d have as to why I stayed. I know why, but I won’t voice them because we can’t go further than we already have, even if everything inside me wants nothing more.

I walk into the common room fifteen minutes later, with five minutes to spare as I put my hair up in a man bun, which I always leave down in the evenings because, well, Luna likes it down, only to come to a halt with my steps to see the room full of brothers.

“What the fuck?” I mumble, seeing brothers that normally don’t get up until fucking noon looking pissed off.

“Son,” my dad calls, and I look towards the bar and raise a brow as I drop my hands. He sighs, “Your mother called an emergency meeting, claiming it came from you.”

I scowl hard and look through the men before locking eyes with my mother and snap, “What the fuck gives you the right to act like you’re in charge?!”

She shrugs, a little smirk playing on her lips, shocking me a little, showing she is not one bit bothered and admits, “Because you’ve clearly forgotten how to be a president, and this is an intervention.”

Fuck, is she trying to get herself kicked out of the club?

All the brothers groan, seeing that my mother duped them, while my father looks away from her, ashamed of her actions.

Fuck, he’s going to divorce her at this rate, and she doesn't seem to care.

The brothers all stand. Some go back upstairs to their room, while others go to the kitchen and I descend the stairs, ready to lose it with my mother, who again doesn't look sorry.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Blade. I honestly thought you called the meeting,” Psycho sighs as I stop next to him with a glare because he should have stopped her.

I snap, “Since when do you fucking take my mother’s words without calling me fucker?”

He winces and replies, “Since my heads up my ass,” he looks over to where Venom is sitting, glaring, and I sigh, knowing two of his best friends hates him right now.

He looks back my way and admits, “I tattooed a fucking cat on some dude's calf yesterday, which was supposed to be for Crystal instead of the wolf he originally wanted,” I wince because fuck, and he nods, “Yeah, I have to cover it next month for fucking free for my fuck up.”

I shake my head and mumble, “You need to figure your shit out.”

He scoffs, “That isn’t going to happen until Ivy answers my calls.”

“And won’t happen until you realize you are in love with her!” I snap back, and he drops his head.

“She’s supposed to be going to New York, Blade,” he reminds me, not denying my words, and I huff.

“You are a fucking idiot,” I reply, and he looks at me wide-eyed, but I shrug and state, “Her plan to go to New York was only a plan when she started looking at you with heartbreak every time you fucked someone else…”

His mouth parts in shock, and I pat his back as his horror hits him hard for how he’s just treated her so she can live her dream when her dream is him before walking over to my mother, who is now standing by my father, looking like a stubborn child more than anything else.

“What you did is a cause to get you banned off club property,” I growl, and she nods, again confusing me.

I continue, “Just because you are my fucking mother doesn’t give you the right to be this stupid, hoping the punishment wouldn’t be severe,” my eyes dart to Dad before going back to my mother, “You’ve already lost your old lady cut, and now, it looks like you won’t be getting it back. ”

Mama tilts her head and says, “Okay," and my mouth parts as Dad’s head shoots her way while she shrugs and states, “I’m looking out for my son,” and Dad sighs, but she continues, “I’m being punished all because I want to look out for you then fine but from what I've discovered, she may be using you,” I shake my head because yet again this is about Luna, but I soon freeze as she brings up a family picture on her phone, shoving it in my face as a little girl no older than twelve who looks extremely familiar takes my notice as mama snaps, “She’s a Fury Leo.

Her brother is Axe, so why don't you go and contact your girlfriend, friends with benefits, whatever you want to call her, and question her over this instead of threatening me, your own mother.”

I can feel my heart pounding, and I want to breathe heavily, but I put it off, knowing my mother would fucking relish in her findings, not giving a shit that I’m fucking breaking with the truth staring back at me.

She used me, she fucking used me.

“You are banned from the clubhouse for two months,” I say quietly, trying to control my anger and I swear I see her eyes sparkle. I continue, “You step foot inside this building in that time, then you’ll be packing your shit and leaving!”

“Okay,” she says without a care, then looks at Dad, but he’s too busy looking at me, knowing I’m about to blow.

Curling her lip at him, Mama turns and walks away without a fight, shocking the brothers who have stayed in the common room to watch the commotion but I don't think too much about her reaction.

As my breathing becomes choppy and betrayal consumes me.

Her lying in her bed this morning, murmuring my name, wearing my T-shirt, blinds me.

“Son,” my dad whispers with a little bit of pain because he can see my fucking heartbreak, but I ignore him and storm past him. Knowing I can’t fucking defend the girl that is becoming my everything. Knowing that a picture says a thousand words.

I’ve asked her several times about the Furies. Not once did she fucking mention her brother was the president, her fucking brother who sent prospects to rape our employees, whose prospects killed Macky, a beloved brother.

I storm into my office, the door banging against the wall before I kick my desk, once, twice, three times as anger takes over before I flip the wood, roaring out.

Arms wrap around me from behind as Psycho steps before me, gripping my face, but my vision blurs with red.

She fucking used me!