Page 26 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Luna

I try to swallow the bile that’s rising from the four, or was it five shots?

Crap.

Leo drops me to my feet, and I sway a little, dizziness taking me before I blink as I look around me, then blink again in shock, thinking maybe I’m more drunk than I thought as I see several brothers surrounding the strip club parking lot all looking at me with a glare like I brought them all out here – what the?

My brother's club looks ready for murder while Leo looks at me with curled lips.

I didn’t even do anything! I’m just trying to get by, earn a living, and get through college. I didn’t ask them to hunt me down and pull me out of my job.

Dammit, I knew the Dark Angel recognized me, but in my buzzed state, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they’re all here to finally kill me, though I hate to break it to them, but they’d be doing me a favor.

Someone moves, getting my attention, and I glare at my brother, who has suddenly come into my vision, looking at me like he doesn’t recognize me. The urge to hit him hard vibrates through me, but he just glares harder, taking in my short shorts.

He should be grateful his best friend ruined my body, and this is the top I was forced to wear instead of nipple pasties.

I slowly look back at Leo, who has a cold face and dark eyes filled with anger, as he takes in my attire.

Well, this ass can also go screw himself, not after he–

“I didn’t fuck a clubwhore or allow her to suck my dick. I only said that to hurt you,” Leo says quietly as his eyes race between mine when I don’t say anything, reading my thoughts while my brother, parts of his club and parts of Leo’s watches on.

Well, never mind then, so he didn’t screw a clubwhore. He’s still a dick, though.

I nod and mumble, “Good for you,” not caring anymore.

I’m past it, have been since I killed an innocent life all because I couldn’t deal with the fact the baby could have been Brock’s, and now, I’ll most likely never be a mother, but hey, that isn’t really a bad thing now, is it?

I’m broken. I’d just ruin a child anyhow.

“Luna…” Leo rasps when I don’t drop my coldness, and my anger takes hold.

He allowed his mother to hit me, he allowed lies to get to him all because he was clearly scared and to show up here like he had a right to follow me…

Flaring my nostrils as he takes a step forward, I use the opportunity and bend slightly, grabbing his blade.

Twisting it, I place the sharp edge at his throat, and several men step forward.

The sounds of safety clicks echo, and Leo quickly puts his hands up to stop his brothers from shooting me, though again, they would be doing me a favor.

“This is what you threatened to do to me, right? When you accused me of shit that I didn’t even do…” I state to Leo, reminding him of that day that he tore us apart before we could even discuss everything.

His eyes race between mine, full of concern, and he whispers, “I knew my strong fiery princess was somewhere in there.”

I tilt my head at him and say coldly, “I’m not your girl, I was your regular fuck, and that was all I could have ever been because I was always his.

” His body tenses and anger flashes through his dark blue eyes, making them darker, but before he can open his mouth, I say numbly, “Did you know I was pregnant, Leo?” and he freezes.

“What the fuck, Luna?” I hear my brother snaps, but I don’t look at him, not breaking eye contact with Leo.

“I didn’t know who the father was, so I aborted it, killed it,” I admit, and Leo’s jaw ticks.

“So, everything my mother accused you of was true then, huh?” he confirms, but I gloss over his words, my horror taking over, and I ask, “Did you know when I was thirteen, I told my mama and brother that his best friend raped me?” I lock eyes with him again, and he furrows his brows.

I see it. I see the realization hit him before his eyes widen.

“Luna, why are you dragging up the past right now? You can’t get out of the hurt you’ve just caused and the possibility that you’ve been trying to start a fucking war,” my brother snaps, but again, I ignore him and only speak to Leo, who hasn’t taken his eyes off me.

“It was my dad’s funeral. I was confused because a boy I grew up with did things no thirteen-year-old should experience,” I admit, and someone whispers, “Fuck me, she’s been raped continuously all these years, hasn’t she,” shocking me silent while my brother instantly denies, “No, no…”

“Tell me, princess,” Leo demands gently when I go quiet.

I'm unable to comprehend what I’ve just admitted for the first time in years, shocked that someone actually believed my words—something no one has ever done before.

Leo takes another step forward, so his body just touching mine.

He gently cups my cheek, making me flinch, but he doesn’t deter, and we lock eyes.

“Talk to me,” he whispers, and my tears fall.

“They called me a liar,” I croak, and his jaw ticks again.

I continue, “I went to my mama, but she was more concerned that one of Daddy’s mistresses showed up crying, and she slapped me for ruining everything, and Taylor, he-he didn’t speak to me for a whole year.

And that year, every night Brock climbed in my bedroom window and used my body how he saw fit, shoving gags in my mouth so I couldn’t cry out or get anyone’s attention. ”

“Holy fuck,” I hear Trinket croak, Brocks and my brother’s other best friend, the club’s enforcer who actually said he’d hope someone would come along and do what I accused his best friend of.

Well, he got his wish because his best friend never stopped.

I carry on like I’m telling a story, not able to stop, “For years, he raped me, for years he told me I was his, that no one cared about me, that I was to wear his cut. I ended up moving out because I was on the brink of ending it all,” my eyes race between Leo’s, his showing nothing. I admit, “I just wanted to die…”

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck .” My brother sobs.

“I knew he couldn’t get into my apartment, and I thought I was finally safe, that maybe I could heal,” I continue, concentrating on Leo, “But I forgot about the diner, I forgot about the side of my apartment building…” More tears fall, and he quickly but gently wipes them away with his thumb, “I didn’t think I was going to be able to survive, and then you walked into my life and became my light to my darkness.

You saved me, took away the filth and the nightmares. You made me whole again.”

I sniffle, “But not all good things last, do they, huh?” he flinches and tightens his grip on my cheek as I admit, “Despite him physically assaulting me, you wiped it all away, including in the places where he took me against my will.”

“The diner staff room and near the garbage bins,” he croaks, and I nod once.

“He’d also wait for me in the alleyway near campus, which is what he did that day I came to see you, the day you allowed your mother to hit my already cut-up face from where he bashed my head into the concrete wall four times, giving me a concussion,” I admit, and his jaw yet again twitches with anger, “He’d raped me and had gone bare.

Normally I go to the clinic to get a full workup done and the morning-after pill, but this time, I needed to see you because he threatened to burn your home down after admitting to messing with the club’s businesses, and I couldn’t let him hurt you. ”

“Only for me to hurt you instead,” he chokes, and I flinch.

I hear sobbing and cursing behind me and I black out as I admit, “I tried to kill myself five months ago. Some guy that slept outside the hostel I found gave me a bunch of different pills and I swallowed them without a second thought just wanting peace for once. I wanted the bad memories to disappear but some woman found me and called 911. When I woke up three days later, the doctor told me that I, that I-I was pregnant and I-I… the timing was too close to him and you and I-I couldn’t, I couldn’t… ”

My body shakes with silent sobs, and I cry, “I-I killed a baby, and it most likely had a heartbeat because they committed me, refusing to terminate until they knew I was sound of mind.” And Leo quickly cups the back of my head and brings me tight against his chest.

I drop his blade and grip his shirt and sob my heart out as my brother chokes, “Fuck what did I do?”

Sobs wreck my body as my legs give out, and Leo quickly wraps his arms around me and holds me up, whispering, “I’ve got you, princess, I’ve got you, I’m so sorry….” But nothing registers as my mind wars with the reality that I killed a child that could have been his yet could have been my rapists…