Page 21 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade – Three Days Later

“I swear to fuck, Blade, she had scratches down the left side of her face!” Fury snaps for the millionth time since I kicked Luna out of the clubhouse, and I grit my teeth, trying to ignore him as I look over the thousands of dollars’ worth of goods before me that we swiped from the Furies.

“She tried hiding it with makeup,” he continues, and I can feel myself ready to fucking break.

Finding out she was Axe’s sister, and she never fucking told me, knowing there was trouble afoot between the clubs was hard. Watching her not defend herself, not tell me that she didn’t want to lose me or whatever, was fucking heartbreaking.

She just stood there, she said fuck all and stood there tearing me a fucking part.

What was supposed to be fucking to get her out of my system, knowing I couldn’t offer her what she deserved, turned into my heart fucking breaking because I fell in love with her, and she lied to me, used me…

“Seriously, Blade, you need to go speak to her. Something doesn’t fucking feel right about this,” Fury yet again states, and I growl.

“Fuck’s sake, Fury, can we just get through this shit before you lecture me!” I snap, and he clamps his mouth shut, not because I’ve snapped at him but because he knows when I’m ready to snap.

We’ve got their shit, the war back fucking on, and all the prospects who were involved in attacking our strip club are dead, all not knowing why Axe restarted the fucking war, and I would have called him and have it out, but hey, the fucker sent his sister to ruin me, and it fucking worked.

I haven’t slept since she left the clubhouse, and I haven’t spoken to Mama since she punched her not that she’s tried to call me.

I had to walk away before I put a bullet in my own mother’s forehead after she hit Luna and got Dad to pack her shit and put her in an apartment off club property. I haven't heard from my mother since, and no, I haven't tried to fucking contact her either and neither has Dad.

It was bad enough that she decided to try and embarrass me before the whole club, creating a bogus intervention to explain who Luna really was, but to hit the woman I was seeing, the woman I’d fallen in love with…

She can fuck off as far as I’m concerned.

“I’m sorry, Blade, I just, all I’m saying is go speak to her.

You’ll probably regret it if you don’t,” Fury mumbles before walking over to the stolen goods, and my jaw ticks because I know he’s right, but I can’t go confront her right now.

We need to get this shit figured out, and then I’ll go to the girl I was only just supposed to fuck but ended up falling in love with.

“If it helps, brother, falling in love fucking sucks,” Psycho sighs as he steps next to me, and I raise a brow at him and admit, “No, that doesn’t fucking help you idiot!” not bothering to deny I didn’t fall in love with my fuck buddy.

He shrugs, “Well, it does,” he looks at the stuff we stole, “Something I didn’t tell you about Ivy and me…

I told her I loved her that night but that we couldn’t be together because I didn’t want to hold her back and she decided to shock me and fucking fight for me and I messed up,” he looks at me, “Love fucking sucks.”

I roll my eyes as he walks over to the boys.

Ivy still won’t speak to him, and I’ve heard from the grapevine she’s dating, meaning he fucked up majorly, and now he’s kicking himself and projecting onto me.

Fucker.

Shaking my head, I go to follow but pause when my phone rings. I get it out, my heart pounding at the withheld number.

Maybe….

I swallow hard and quickly answer, “Yeah?”

“Blade,” Axe replies, and my jaw ticks. “Look, I know we’ve got shit going on, and I don’t fucking understand where it has all come from,” I scoff at his words, but he ignores me and states, “I’m willing to call a truce and allow you to keep my shit if you hand my sister back.”

I raise a brow at that as the brothers look at me with questioning looks but soon look at me with surprise when I state, “I haven’t got your fucking sister.

The bitch drove off after I confronted her about her lying to me so do yourself a favor and fuck off and while you’re at it, stop attacking my club! ”

I hang up and frown as his words swim in my head, and like Fury mentioned, something doesn’t fucking feel right.

Fury asks, “Why does he think you have his sister?”

I don’t answer though, instead I command, “Psycho take over with the counting then find a buyer, I have shit to do,” before turning and leaving the warehouse.

I have a certain caramel-haired beauty to confront. This is the same beauty who said she didn’t speak to her brother, which was clearly a lie, right?

Half an hour later, I pull up outside Luna’s place and look up at her window before looking around the parking lot.

Her car isn’t outside, but she does park it underneath so she could be in and is just ignoring her brother because she failed him.

Or she’s busy fucking someone else for said brother, and he just wants to screw with me.

I roll my eyes at my thoughts and climb off my bike, adamant to have this shit out.

I can’t just walk away because I’ve fallen for her, and I’m confused.

I’ve never fallen for a girl before, plus, all I can think of is that she’s mine, and no one else can have her even if that does make me an alpha-hole.

I can’t get her outta my head, and now that the hurt has passed, I know I can now talk it out with her.

I just don’t know if that means we’ll end up together in the end, even if I don’t want anyone else to have her, the trust is broken.

“So much for being just a fuck…,” I mutter before sighing as I walk over to her building and get her keys out of my pocket, not thinking too much about it, which she gave me two months ago.

“Let’s have this fucking shit out, shall we,” I mumble as I walk inside with determination to find out what the fuck she was planning and hope I don’t throw her on her bed and fuck her like my dick wants.

An hour later, I stand in the middle of Luna’s apartment in complete shock, eyeing the place where the photograph sat. I know she’s gone, and I know the call from Axe wasn’t a hoax.

I’ve gone through the place, and she fucking left me.

She’s left town. She’s left me without fighting it out with me, without fighting for me, for us, and a lone tear falls as my heart fucking shatters.

“Hey, Blade,” Misty whispers, and I eye her as I take another shot.

Fuck, how long have I been sitting here for? When did I leave Luna’s?

I’m sat at Dark Angel’s Girl’s, and I have no idea how I even got here or how many drinks I’ve had, but what I do know is that I can’t seem to sit up straight.

The flashing lights are blinding and the music is pissing me off, and the love of my life has taken all her shit and left me, left her apartment empty and cold.

Okay, so it wasn’t empty of furniture, just all of her personal shit, including my t-shirt because, like a sad sap, I looked, and it was gone.

Don’t know if I’m happy about that or not, okay, so I’m fucking glad. I’m an idiot, alright? She left me, and I’m happy she took my shirt.

Fuck I’m drunk.

Misty is in just a G-string, and yet my dick doesn’t twitch because my dick only wants one woman, and she’s gone.

She used me, then left me.

“Fuck off…” I slur, but Misty doesn’t get the hint. Instead, she tries to cozy up to me.

She sometimes works here for us, and sometimes, she gives us a good head, but my head doesn’t want hers. Nope, he wants his princess’s head. Wait, what was I thinking?

Misty gently rubs her hand over my flaccid dick, and I gingerly shove her away and slur, “N-not you’s, princess’s, hers…”

Fuck am I making sense?

“Piss off, Misty, and stop trying to take advantage, you stupid bitch!” Viper snaps, and I whine, “Hey,” as he takes my shot off me and shakes his head.

“Fucking hell, Pres, I thought you were going to see Luna?” he questions, and I hiccup.

“Princess, gone…. Took shirt and g-gone,” I slur, and he winces and mutters, “Fuck,” then grabs my arm and loops it over his shoulders, then says, “Come on, Pres,” before he shouts, “Yo Kip, come give me a hand….”

“She left me,” I slur, “gone, gone, gone, like the wind gone.”

“Holy…” Kip stutters, and Viper snaps, “Fucking focus.”

“I-I loved her, brother,” I admit, and he looks at me with pity.

Fuck I hate pity, yet my drunken ramble won’t stop.

“She left me even though I-I loved her. She and me, we were ever….” I slur, most likely not making any sense, before the room spins and Kip mutters, “Fuck he’s about to pass out,” and Viper replies, “Good,” as everything goes black.

I wish the blackness to stay because I know once I wake, the woman I’ve fallen for will still be gone and will have ensured she won’t be found for fucking months…

I groan, my head spinning, and I blink and notice I’m at my home on club property, and I mutter, “Fuck…” as I try and sit up. Just as my back leans against my soft headboard, a glass is placed before me, and I blink before locking eyes with my dad.

I groan for a different reason, and he chuckles, holding out some pain relief.

“Thanks,” I mutter, and he nods and reminds me, “You were a mess last night. It took a few of us to get you to bed.”

I wince and throwback two tablets before taking a large gulp of my water, then croak, “I know,” remembering snippets, including shouting at a clubwhore who tried to sneak into my home, but thankfully, Psycho was here before she could fucking try anything.

“Jewel has been put on probation,” Dad confirms, and I nod but wince at the throb that shoots through me. “So, son,” Dad begins, and I look his way to see concern shining back at me as he questions, “What are you going to do?”

I lick my dry lips, knowing exactly what he’s asking, and I look to my nightstand, where a picture of Luna grinning at me from her kitchen wearing nothing but my shirt sits.

I didn’t understand at the time why I wanted to take it or why I wanted it in a frame, but I see it clearly now.

“She lied to me,” I begin, and he nods and states, “Most likely used you for her brother.”

I nod back, eyeing the picture, then admit, “I’m going to find her and bring her home where she belongs, then put my cut on her before taking her brother’s club down for the shit he’s caused, the lives lost,” without a second thought, not caring that she lied to me.

I look at Dad and see a massive grin spread across his face, agreeing with me and I look back at the photo of Luna.

Ready or not, princess, I’m coming to find you and make you mine. I just hope my trust can be rebuilt…