Page 20 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)
Luna
I sigh as I walk down the sidewalk, past the mingling students waiting for their next class.
School has been back for a few days, and I’m already feeling it. My body is aching, and the pressure to keep on top of everything is already drowning me. It doesn’t help that I’m continuously watching my back.
Between school, work, and then Brock, I’m falling again, and the only person who has become the light in my tunnel is Leo, well, Blade. In my head, I like to call him Leo, but when I speak out loud, he’s Blade, and I hate it. However, I know I cannot call him his legal name.
I’m not his girl or his old lady. I’m his, I guess, friend with benefits?
We have dinner and talk before we end up in between my sheets, and friends do that, right?
I shake my head and dip it before picking up the pace, knowing I’m approaching the alleyway Brock loves to take me in.
Twice, that is how many times he’s managed to sexually assault me in the three months Blade has started coming to my apartment.
Both times he’s only taken my mouth before he’s been interrupted by students walking past, not able to screw me like he really wants, but both times, I’ve been given a new mark on my left hip, which is looking the same as the right hip as punishment for being able to hide from his advantages.
All are shaped like a B, and I’d bet my education that he’s also trying to brand me on my left, just so no one wants me, not even Leo.
Losing him is going to hurt, and I know I’m going to struggle to move on with my life, just like I struggle when I wake up in the mornings to an empty bed despite our agreement on it.
Three months ago, we agreed we’d have sex, and then he’d leave. Every night I have dreams that he spends the night holding me close, but every time I wake up, he’s gone, and I’m disappointed, and I’m surrounded by the realization every day – I’m in love with him.
I can’t even be disappointed in myself for falling because, at the end of the day, the feelings I’m having will stay with me until I die. He’s made me want more, he’s made me feel whole again.
He saved me, even if just for a few months. He’ll never know it, but I’ll always appreciate him for that, and he’ll always hold my heart.
The wind picks up, and I burrow into my jacket, regretting wearing my maxi skirt today, when suddenly a strong grip latches onto my arm, and I gasp in pain as I’m shoved into the alleyway before I’m pushed into the concrete wall, making me grunt.
A body presses against mine, keeping me against the wall, and my eyes widen as I shout, “No!” and fight against the person behind me, knowing it’s Brock, and his cold chuckle confirms it before he sneers, “No? What the fuck do you mean no? You are about to become my old lady next week meaning this body, I fucking own,” he cups between my legs, “This fucking pussy is mine!”
My heart pounds and my fight burns inside me. Leo comes to mind, and I think about how I’ll feel if this happens again and if he ever finds out.
I won’t let Brock do this, not again, never again.
I bring my head forward a little as his hands go to my skirt, lifting it, and I quickly bring my head back, blinding pain shooting through my skull as I connect with his, and I flinch because, wow, that hurt.
Damn, they make that look so easier in the movies…
“Fuck!” Brock shouts, and I take his moment of surprise and quickly move towards the mouth of the alley as fast as my feet will take me but stumble a few times as my head throbs but just before I can step out before the light touches my body where lots of people are mulling about, a hand grips my loose hair and yanks me back and I scream, swinging my arms around to try and hit him, to dislodge his grip but all he does is growl and bang my face on the wall.
Holy…
I cry out as excruciating pain blinds me while he keeps my head squished against the wall with one hand and yanks my skirt up with his other.
My breathing picks up as his touch burns through me, washing away the touch of Leo.
I twist and move my hips despite the pain in my head and shoulders from where he’s keeping me against the wall.
Knowing I can’t deal with this anymore, knowing what loving someone feels like, until suddenly something hot hits my left hip, stopping me in my tracks.
I scream, which is soon muffled as he shoves a gag into my mouth, and my tears fall hard and fast.
No, not again…
He presses another burn and then another right underneath the previous one before he shoves my panties to the side, pulls my hips out as he digs his nails into my skin, making me flinch, then rams into me, tearing me open.
I sob, unable to stop him, but I don’t lose my fight, and despite knowing he’ll hurt me more, I reach behind me and try and scratch him, to knock him off balance, anything to get him away from me.
I manage to scratch his face, and he roars out, pulls my head back off the wall, and then slams it forward, dizziness hits me, and bile builds.
I quickly put my hands flat against the wall, unable to hold my own weight on my two feet as black dots lace my vision.
Brock grunts, and he thrusts harder and lets go of my head to grip my hip while he burns me with his other hand, but I don’t move, unable to, already feeling blood dripping between my legs and down my face, my body feeling nothing but pain.
I’ve given up.
I don’t move, even as Brock groans and finishes, pushing himself deep inside me as he presses another burn on my hip and stays deep routed for a few minutes until chatter can be heard at the mouth of the alleyway. He pulls out quickly, dropping my skirt, and I stay completely still.
“I’m only going to tell you this once, treasure,” he huffs as I hear the clinks of his belt being done up.
“Next time you let that Dark Angel fucker touch you, I’ll burn his fucking club to the ground and kill every fucking member.
I’ve already got people wrecking his businesses, so it won’t be much bother to destroy his home, too. Do I make myself clear?”
I blink, my tears falling, my voice unable to work, and he grabs my hair again, pulls my head back before slamming it back against the wall, making me cry out, and he sneers in my ear, “I said do I fucking make myself clear?” I nod a little, and he murmurs, “Good, get ready, treasure, because next week, my plan will come into place, and you’ll be wearing my fucking patch! ”
That said, he shoves off me and walks away and I know without a doubt, he’s either going to lie to my brother.
A brother I haven’t heard a peep from in months, that we’ve been seeing each other in secret and that I’m so madly in love with him I’ve branded his road name letter on my hip or he’s going to try and kill him and start a coup in the club.
Yet, I can’t bring myself to pick up the phone and tell him because deep down, I know he won’t believe me anyhow.
Brock has always hated the level of respect and power my brother held within the club and hated that he was the next president.
Tears fall as I slowly turn around and slide my way down the wall Brock held me against as I hear his bike roar off down the road, his threats clear as day in my head, and I try to keep in my sobs, feeling so hopeless, so alone as students walk past unaware of my horror, the same horror I went through that day Skylar stopped and I lied to Leo about.
“You don’t know who you are messing with, little girl,” Brock threatens as he keeps the grip of my hair in his first. The woman who has just interrupted him from forcing himself down my throat chuckles as she drops the brick before I hear the sudden click of a safety clip being let off, and Brock tenses.
“Actually, dickhead, you don’t know who you are dealing with!
” the woman says coldly. “You have five seconds to leave before I kill you, and don’t think I won’t because I will.
You’re not the first,” she finishes, and Brock’s hand releases his grip before he shoves me to the floor and murmurs, “For this, your punishment will be worse.”
With one last lip curl at the woman, Brock storms away, but the woman doesn’t move.
She keeps her gun pointed at the mouth of the alleyway until she hears the pipes of his bike roaring off.
She quickly rushes over to me, puts the safety clip back on, and kneels before me.
My tears fall as she cups my cheek, her dark blue eyes showing concern.
I didn’t want to lie to Leo when he told me his sister's name, but how do you say to the man you’ve fallen madly in love with that his sister held a gun at the VP of the Furies after she attacked him to stop him from assaulting me in this very spot?
I begged her not to say anything when Brock sneered at her and walked away, promising me with his eyes that it wasn’t over, which it wasn’t. He just hurt me worse that night, cracking a rib.
Skylar promised but tried to encourage me to get help and to tell my brother, knowing who he was. But again, how do you tell someone that your family didn’t believe a thirteen-year-old, so they most likely wouldn’t believe the adult now?
I choke back a sob, suddenly feeling like I’ve just cheated even though I didn’t, and I slowly get up, in between my legs aching and wet and I know it isn’t just blood, that he was unprotected yet again.
“I’ll have to visit the pharmacy again,” I mutter angrily as I wipe away my tears but wince at the scrape down the side of my face.
I need to see Leo, tell him what Brock said, and hopefully, he’ll at least believe me. I mean, I need to clean up first, but Leo deserves to know what is happening to his properties and why. He’ll hate me for it, but at least he’ll be able to fix it.
My tears fall faster, knowing I’m about to lose the only good thing in my life, but I, again, quickly wipe them away, but this time gentler with my face and grab my bag that I dropped in the scuffle, wincing from the pain, but I push through.
I chew on my bottom lip as I eye the clubhouse and climb out of my car, leaving it on the side of the road.
I don’t see the point in driving inside when I know he’ll kick me out anyhow. According to Brock, Leo’s businesses have been hit because of me.
I look at my car for a moment.
It’s crammed full, and the new plates I’ve had for a while are in the trunk.
I’m ready to leave. This right now is going to be essentially a goodbye. I cleaned up, changed into sweats with Leo’s shirt underneath my hoodie, and slapped on makeup to hide the new cuts and bruises. I just couldn’t leave without telling Leo some parts.
He doesn’t need to know I’ve been raped for seven years of my life and that I was too weak to kill my rapist and then myself before his businesses were affected, he just needs to know the basics, and then I’ll disappear forever.
“Keep walking, miss,” the prospect says as I stop near the gate, and I clear my throat and ask, “Could you uh call L– I uh mean Blade down to the gate, tell him it’s Luna.”
The guy with ginger hair frowns but gets his phone, and instead of calling, he sends a message.
A couple of minutes later, I hear a woman shout, “You are not going down there!” before Leo appears, walking my way in his usual tank, cut, and jeans.
His face is cold and impassive, making me swallow hard while his mother tries to intercept him.
Does he know I’m dirty?
Does he know about what Brock told me already?
“Well, look what the cat fucking dragged in, the patch chasing traitor,” he sneers as he curls his lip at me, and I flinch at his cold tone, his words sending ice down my spine.
He continues and accuses, “Came to get more information on me and my club for your brother, huh? Come to help them fuck over more of my businesses and employees?”
My breathing picks up as a few of his brothers stand behind him, one wearing the enforcer patch and the other the sergeant in arms, and everything in me dies at the hatred shining through his dark blue orbs that I love so much.
He added four and four and came up with twenty without speaking to me or hearing my side of things.
He gets his phone out when I don’t say anything.
Instead, I bite my bottom lip, relishing in the pain from the scrape, letting it keep me the moment so I don’t fall apart but as Leo, no, not Leo, right here and right now is the president of the Dark Angels MC, Blade.
He turns his phone around and shows me a picture from the lake of Daddy, me, Mama and Axe, my tears fall over.
That was when I was innocent and didn’t know true evil, when I thought my family loved him.
“Get the fuck off my property before I put a bullet in your head like you deserve,” Blade sneers, and I nod numbly, my eyes on his phone, only snapping out of it when the screen goes black and without looking at him, I turn and go to walk back to my car, but I’m stopped as someone grabs hold of my arm.
I don’t fight back, all my fight gone as I’m twisted harshly before a fist hits my face. I grunt as I lose my step and fall to the concrete floor, landing on my hands and knees as pain flitters through my bottom lip.
“Fuck’s sake, Anna!” someone snaps, someone that is not Blade.
He really did just see me as a fuck, huh?
“That is what she gets for using my son like the whore she is!” the woman, Anna, sneers, and Blade states coldly, “She should be happy that it wasn’t my blade across her throat, Fury.
Now get the bitch away from the clubhouse before I carry through with my threat, My dick has a date with a clubwhore. ”
His words slice through me as I hear his footsteps disappear, and a gentle hand touches my arm, but I quickly move it out of its grip and stand on my own.
“I was just trying to help,” the guy says, and we lock eyes. His light green eyes look at me with concern before they go to the side of my face that I tried to hide with makeup, but by the look of his furrowed brow, I failed.
“I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help,” I whisper and walk away without looking back, ready to leave this place for good.
There’s nothing here for me now anyhow.