Page 23 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade

I grunt as I lift the exhaust of the Rover up while Fury does the bolts up. Sweat drips down my brow, and my tank sticks to my back, but I ignore it, concentrating on not dropping this fucking thing.

I could have used something to hold it in place like wire or shit, but honestly, this way, I can focus on the task at hand instead of obsessing where in the fuck Luna is and how different I should have handled the fucking situation when she showed up here, clearly needing my help.

The more I think about it, the more I see the little details I missed because of betrayal and anger.

More makeup than normal, sweats, sadness in her eyes, the defeat. I fucked up, and now I can’t find her, and I feel like I can’t fucking breathe because I had no idea how much she burrowed into my heart. As the days go by without her in my arms, I feel like I’m fucking losing myself.

Where the fuck is she?! Three weeks and fucking nothing!

I’m going insane not being able to find her, and then there’s the shit with her brother and his club.

He keeps trying to call, demanding his sister while attacking the club’s businesses and my employees, to the point some have quit.

I’m ready to explode, and the brothers are tense, waiting for it.

“Done,” Fury grunts, and I drop my arms, sighing with the weight off my shoulders before I move from underneath the car on the lift and go over to the buttons to lower it and check to ensure we fit it correctly.

“Hey Blade,” Fury begins as the lift stops, and I grunt back, “If it’s about Luna, then no.”

Every fucking day brothers ask if I’ve found her.

If Venom had managed to locate her, all wanting to know the woman who has snatched their president, a man who swore he’d never get an old lady or fall in love.

Yet here I am, and now the girl I unwillingly gave my heart to is gone, acting like I did something wrong when really, she never told me who she really was and if she had, then maybe things would be different now.

Perhaps I wouldn’t be questioning our times again.

Don’t get me wrong. I could have handled the situation differently, but she could have as well. I didn’t run away, she did.

“Okay, I won’t ask about the situation regarding Luna or how you look really fucking rough right now.

Which makes me want to say I told you so when you denied falling for a woman who you went from only fucking for a month to four months then not able to let her go,” Fury says casually as he grabs his bottled water.

I glare his way and snap, “Not fucking helping, Fury!”

Four fucking months with her, and she gripped onto my heart without me realizing it.

Fuck, I miss her.

“Sorry, brother,” he says, not looking sorry, and then steers, “How about I mention seeing your sister last week instead?”

I sigh and look at him to see the defeated look he has going on.

“Wouldn’t speak to you, huh?” I confirm, and he snorts.

“Fucking worse,” he mutters, then admits, “She gave all her attention to Tate and acted like I didn’t exist.”

I wince. I swear, between me, Psycho, and him, our love lives are fucking shit and lets not mention Mama and dad.

I can’t find Luna, meaning I can’t have shit out with her and see if we have a future – something I never fucking thought I’d want. Psycho hasn’t heard from Ivy in weeks, the same Ivy who now apparently has a boyfriend. Yeah that shit did not go down fucking well.

Then there is Fury.

Four years ago, my dad stupidly asked him to become friends with Skylar.

He was to take his cut off so she didn’t know who he was and basically fool her just so he could know all about her life—something, shocker, Mama, who still hasn't spoken to Dad or me, even with us both trying, didn't agree with and may have been right about.

Dad got more than he bargained for because the fucker fell for my little sister.

What started as friends turned into romance within a month, three months after, right before he told me he was planning on telling my sister exactly who he was because he wanted to propose.

Which shocked the shit outta me while my dad was held back by Bear from killing Fury, Lacey said she was pregnant with Tate, completely turning his life upside down.

He knew he couldn’t put a baby on an eighteen-year-old just starting college. He knew he’d have a fight because of who he was, and he also knew it would hurt her knowing he knocked Lacey up five days after meeting her even though they were just friends.

He felt a connection with my sister, and it scared him, so he got drunk and screwed the whore. It is something he can’t regret because he did get that adorable little girl out of it. Tate will never be a mistake in his or any of our eyes.

Without speaking to me or my dad, he met with Skylar and told her everything, including the fact that a then hang around and now clubwhore was pregnant. Let’s just say she didn’t take it very well.

She felt like he used her and ended up hitting him before walking away, and he came home looking like a broken man with a split lip, refusing to speak to my dad.

Even to this day, he struggles with Dad, partially blaming him for putting him in that kind of position to begin with, but he also knows they wouldn’t have become an item if he wasn’t put in that position.

It’s a catch twenty-two.

“If it helps, brother, I don’t think it’s because of Tate and the fact you knocked someone up why she won’t have anything to do with you,” I try to reassure him, but he just snorts.

“No, it doesn’t help,” he states, then sighs, “I lied to her, and I’m still a part of the club, and even worse for her, I’m an officer.

Unless I’m willing to hand in my cut, she won’t look at me twice to try and win her back and I-I fuck,” he runs his hand through his short brown hair with frustration and admits, “the club is my fucking family. I love her, Leo, I swear to fuck I do love her. It’s why I haven’t touched another woman but her since Tate was conceived, but the club… ”

He shakes his head, frustration etching off him, and I wince again.

“Just keep trying to fight Nyx. That is all I can suggest. When you finally win her back around, or Tate manages to win her over for you, convince her I actually want to get to know my little sister,” I say, and he chuckles lightly.

“Don’t count your blessings, brother her mother has fucking brainwashed her about the club,” he mumbles, and I nod because, yeah, she still wants nothing to do with me, and it fucking sucks because right about now would be perfect to have my sister for advice on Luna or even a call from Mama would be good.

I sigh, and he opens his mouth, but before he speaks, his eyes go to the garage’s doors, and his brows furrow as he mutters, “What the fuck?”

I look to see what has gotten his attention and furrow my brows. “Is that a white fucking flag?” I ask before a head pops around the wall, and I scowl, locking eyes with Axe.

“How in the fuck did you get past the prospect on the gate?!” Fury demands, and Axe shrugs.

“I told him we have a meeting, and he didn’t hesitate to let me in,” he admits, and I sigh.

“Fury, who is on gate duty?” I ask. He quickly raises the camera on his phone and winces, admitting, “Tony.”

I groan, “Great, Clara is going to kick my ass,” I look at Fury, “Call Venom and let him know he has to fire his cousin. He knew he’d be responsible for him, and allowing the president of our enemy onto club grounds is just fucking stupid.”

“Hey, I ain’t an enemy. You are the one attacking my goods and prospects, then sending body parts to my front door where kids fucking play,” Axe cuts in, and we both look at him with raised brows.

He looks at us confused and demands, “What, you have been, and yet here I am, putting all that behind me so I can find my fucking sister who has been missing for nearly four weeks!”

I frown, and the words from the prospect we killed months ago come back to me.

“I don’t think Axe knows….”

“You haven’t sent your prospects to attack my club’s businesses, have you?” I confirm, and his head rears back in shock as he asks, “Why the fuck would I do that?”

I nod, then demand, “Fury,” and he moves next to me while getting the footage up on his phone before turning the screen, showing the latest hits on Dark Angel’s Girls, mainly the part where they are raping the girls.

I watch closely as confusion shows over Axe’s face, who is allowing me to see everything before shock then pure anger takes over as he growls, “What the fuck?!”

“Looks like you’ve got a traitor that wants to start a war, Axe. Which nearly fucking worked if we hadn’t got sidetracked the past few weeks. An officer’s grandfather was killed four months ago by your prospects,” Fury states, and by sidetracked, he means trying to find Luna.

Axe’s jaw ticks. “You don’t have my sister, do you?” he confirms, and I shake my head and admit, “No, I don’t, but I have been trying to find her.”

He scoffs, “Why? You want to use her against me as revenge for the shit someone in my club had caused behind my back, using my distracted state because the relationship with my sister had broken down worse than it had years ago when she accused my best friend of raping her, lying for attention.”

I try not to show my emotions like he has, keeping the shock of his words off my face.

Luna didn’t seem like the type to lie about something so serious, yet she lied to me, so what do I know, right?

Something niggles in the pit of my stomach, and I clear my throat and decide to put a pin on his accusation regarding his sister. Something that most likely is what caused her not to speak to him to begin with, and decide to tell him the truth.

“No,” I finally say, and we lock our eyes. “I fell in love with her,” I admit, and his eyes widen in shock, “I fell hard for her when it was just supposed to be sex, then my mother decided to throw a curveball and tell me she was your sister.”

“Fuck, you thought I sent her to you?” he confirms, and I nod once, now suddenly seeing that was clearly not the case.

She just didn’t want to tell me who her family was, that was her only crime. But for me, it is something fucking major, especially when she knows more about me than some fucking brothers do.

“She ran after I told her I’d slice her throat if she didn’t leave my property before digging the knife in and claimed that I was going to get my dick sucked to hurt her the way she hurt me,” I admit, and he glares at me, but I just shrug and ask, “How would you react if you found out the woman you were falling in love with omitted the truth to who she was related to and not only that but the person was a president of an MC trying to ruin your club?”

He winces but nods, seeing where I’m coming from. I sigh, looking around the garage before locking eyes with Fury. He nods, encouraging me to tell him, and I groan, “I haven’t been able to find her. Every time we believe we have a lead, it becomes a loose end.”

Axe curses and turns away, linking his fingers behind his head, breathing hard, before he turns to me and promises, “I’ll find the traitor in my club. I’ll fucking sort that shit out if you help me find my sister.”

“He’s already been trying to find her, Axe.

That isn’t something that is going to change,” Fury butts in, and I add, “Maybe you need to look closer to your right-hand man,” and Axe furrows his brows at me.

I shrug and admit, “The prospects we tortured expressed Brock was the person who gave the orders. He’s also the same person I saw glaring at Luna one morning at Big Macenzie’s Grub, and I’m going to go out on a whim here and guess he was the person she’s accused of raping her. ”

Axe sniffs hard and states, “Brock would never fucking hurt her, never. He sees her as a little sister.”

“And yet your VP may be trying to start a war between our clubs,” Fury adds, and I tilt my head at Axe.

I swear if his VP has hurt Luna, heads will fucking roll. Lie or not, she’s my fucking girl, and it has taken me a lot to admit it, but she is. I’m in love with her, and despite her omitted lies, I’ll fucking kill for her, even the VP of a rival club.

Axe looks at me and demands, “If you find anything, call me, and I’ll do the same with you,” then turns and storms away as Fury mutters, “Guess he has a lot of thinking to do and maybe even some observations on someone I’m guessing he sees as family more than his own blood sister.”

I nod as Fury walks away towards the Rover and I watch Axe walk to the gate where his bike is parked. I swallow hard as the burnt B on Luna’s right hip comes to mind, and my heart stops.

Fuck, was she abused by Brock?