Page 29 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade

I grin as I watch Brock shake in the chair, sweat dripping down his face while I slowly pull the blade back out of his ribs, his breathing deepening.

“Not so fucking hard now, are you fucker?” I sneer with glee, and he flares his nostrils at me, but I just grin and quickly stab the blade between his next rib, inches from his lung this time, and he screams, knowing his torture is going to last fucking hours because my reputation proceeds me.

When your preferred torture is a blade, you learn all the vital information, like where the heart is located, the lungs, kidneys, and arteries.

Can’t have the fuckers dying too soon now, can we?

I can feel Axe behind me, wanting to kill him, but I also know my enforcer and sergeant in arms are standing beside him, so he can’t. They know this can’t be a quick kill.

I want this fucker to suffer, and Axe is allowing his emotions to take over right now.

Twice he’s run past me to punch him, and the third time, he tried to shoot him, and I get it, Luna is his sister, but she’s my girl – not that she knows it yet – and she deserves her revenge, she deserves to know Brock suffered for his actions.

Sweat continues to build on his bruised, bloodied face, and this time, I yank the blade out of his side.

He gasps, bending forward slightly or as forward as the chains will allow over his chest, not expecting the movement, and I grin before shoving the it into his shoulder, and he cries out, flinging his body back.

“Such a real fucking man, aren’t you, huh?” he goads with a grunt, coughing, “Can only hurt me this way if I’m tied down.”

I grin sarcastically and mock, “Such a big man getting prospects to do his dirty work knowing the loyalty the brothers have for their pres,” he scowls, and I lean down and sneer, “Such a fucking big man holding a woman down while raping her!”

He narrows his eyes or tries considering one is swollen, and lies, “I haven’t fucking raped anyone! Luna and I have been seeing each other for years. I’ve said this so many fucking times!”

“Really, we’ve been together for years? That’s news to me.” The voice of an angel washes over me, and I tense.

Fucking Dad!

I turn, ready to glare at my father and demand he take her back to my room, but instead, I freeze, seeing what my woman is wearing.

Fuck me, she put it on.

Okay, so now is not the right time to get a boner.

“What the fuck are you wearing, treasure?!” Brock demands, fury and danger lacing his tone.

Luna tilts her head as she considers Brock’s condition—blood covering him—scrunches her nose and asks, “Who had the unfortunate job of undressing him?”

“Me, unfortunately,” I hear Cannon mutter, but I don’t smirk or snort like the others, instead I stare at my girl wearing my fucking cut, and I want nothing more than to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my room and fuck her wearing just that.

Maybe we could finish this thing tomorrow?

The soon-to-be-dead fucker growls behind me and demands, “Take that fucking thing off right now!”

Luna smirks, her strength shining through as she says, “What, you mean this,” as she gently runs her fingers over my cut.

Fuck me, my dick is hard as a rock.

Focus, Blade, fucking focus!

I shake my head and walk over to Luna, causing her eyes to come to me, and I see it. I know the pain shining in those gorgeous chocolate eyes, the sadness she’s trying to hide, and my stomach drops as why she is here hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.

She’s not here to show off wearing my cut, to rub it in his face.

No, no, no, fuck no.

I shake my head at her, and she quickly rushes over to me and cups my cheeks, her soft skin soothing me.

“Get your fucking hands off him!” Brock shouts as clinking chains echo in the room.

I hear him grunt before muffling can be heard, and I know Cannon has gagged him, but I don’t take my eyes off Luna as she gives me her whole attention.

“I can’t let you do this,” I choke as she gently rubs her thumb along my jaw, and I grip her hip with the hand, not holding the blade.

“I know,” she whispers, “but you will because you have never taken away my independence, my choices.”

My jaw ticks, and I know she feels it in her touch because her eyes soften.

“Please, princess,” I beg as I place my forehead against hers, “Don’t do this, don’t paint blood on your hands, don’t make me watch you slowly kill yourself.”

“Leo,” she murmurs, and Brocks chains clink louder. “If I don’t do this, then I won’t survive anyhow. I need to slay my monster once and for all, and this is the only way I know how. The only way I have envisioned since I was thirteen.”

I shake my head in denial. I can’t let her do this. I just fucking can’t. Taking a life kills a part of you that you’ll never get back, fuck, I’ve seen some of the hardest brothers growing up go insane because they swear the ghosts of their kills were haunting them.

Luna sighs before going to her tiptoes and gently presses her lips against mine, and I fucking melt. Everything around me disappears, and all I can focus on is her as I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her close to me while keeping my hand with the bloodied blade down at my side.

Fuck, months without her lips on mine, and I can feel it.

I deepen the kiss as I push my tongue through her lips and tangle it with hers, her taste taking over me.

I’ve missed her, I’ve missed her so fucking much, and I was an idiot to think we could have been just friends with benefits.

She’s my world.

Luna breaks the kiss first, much to my disappointment, but instead of moving away, she gently takes my blade from my grip, and I let her.

He’s not my kill, he’s not Axe’s. He’s hers, and I may lose her.

“I need to do this,” she whispers, and my eyes tear up as I realize how much her words mean.

“I’ll be right here, princess,” I promise. Her eyes race between mine, and I admit, “I’m never leaving you.”

Doubt shines back at me, and I get it. She admitted a lot today, more than she ever has, and I know she’s still confused because I threatened her and sent her away after Mama hit her, but I’ll prove it to her.

I made a mistake, but so did she, by not telling me who she really was, not giving me a chance to prove to her that who her family was didn’t matter, that I’d trust her completely if she’d just told me the truth.

We can get over that.

Luna walks around me slowly, and I drop my chin to my chest, breathing hard.

“Luna, you can’t be fucking serious right now, get back upstairs!” Axe demands, and I turn to see him standing between her and her rapist.

Luna tilts her head at her brother and asks, “Are you sticking up for your best friend again, big brother?” I cross my arms over my chest.

One wrong word, my fist is going into his face.

Axe swallows, his throat bobbing, and he admits, “No, I’m trying to protect your innocence.”

Mama mumbles, “What a fucking idiot,” because everyone in this room, including the fucker in the chair, knows Luna’s innocence was shattered years ago right under his nose, and she tells him just as so.

Luna states, “Taylor, my innocence was torn out of me in the club’s kitchen at thirteen years old when I was sneaking your chocolate out of the pantry three days before daddy died,” Axe flinches, and my jaw ticks.

She continues, “My innocence was torn from me when I was shoved into the box freezers, bent over…” Luna stands tall and finishes, “My innocence was torn out of me day in and day out when that,” she points the blade at a now red-faced Brock whose attention is on me, clearly pissed that I kissed a woman he sees as his, “snuck into my room and did things no adult, let alone a child, should endure so for the first time in eight years, put me first for once and move out of my fucking way!”

Fury, Venom, and Cannon grin at my girl's fight while Psycho, Viper, and the rest of Axe’s club nod in agreement, and I tilt my head.

If he doesn’t move, I’ll fucking do it for him.

Am I happy that she wants to do this? Fuck no, but will I stop her, take away more choices in her life? Definitely fucking not.

Axe must see reason, understanding that her years of pain are slowly drowning her because slowly, he moves out of Luna’s way and fuck, even I take a step back at the coldness she shows Brock.

Okay, my girl is a little scary.

His nostrils flare as he eyes my cut on her and I can’t help but smirk.

Luna walks over to him and grabs the gag, yanking it out of his mouth making him cough. She murmurs, “They aren’t very nice now, are they, Brocky? Maybe we should try the open-mouth gag as well…”

Brock’s nostrils flare, and he croaks, “If you don’t take that fucking leather off, I’ll change my punishments from burns to fucking slashes!”

Luna snorts and asks, “And what makes you think you’re getting out of this?”

He looks at her, full of cockiness, and states, “Because I fucking own you. I made sure for years that I was in your head, that your body was only for me, and not only will you not allow them to kill me, but you also won’t either.”

“Fucking hell, the idiot is more delusional than I thought,” Fury mumbles, “Even I can see the hunger she’s giving off to kill him. It’s scary as fuck.”

“He thinks he’s brainwashed her enough to have her rely on having him around,” my mother whispers, and I furrow my brows as I side-eye her.

She shrugs, “It's narcissistic one oh one, son. Ruin her, scare her, and then ensure she’s always looking out for you. He hoped she would begin to depend on him and need his touch. What he didn’t see coming was the hate she’d have for him and the way he destroyed her life.

I mean, his best option was to get her to fall for him than the route he chose,” Mama curls her lips at Brock and mutters, “He also didn’t take in the fact she’d fall in love with an MC president which is his own fault really considering he tried starting a war, bringing you to that diner that day. ”