Page 34 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade – Four Days Later

I look toward the black leather couch in my office and eye Luna for the hundredth time since we walked in this morning, and I swallow hard.

I’m supposed to be doing work, going over the garage books before going to have a look at old man Trivers car yet again, this time something about the engine making a clanking noise, while the beauty before me does her coursework for her psychology class, but I can’t stop looking at her.

Her hair is in a messy knot on the top of her head, and she’s wearing a white summer dress that is tight across her tits, making my mouth water and my dick weep.

She’s concentrating on what she’s doing, not once looking my way, and that only pisses me off because I can’t fucking concentrate, and yet she can.

Whereas she’s my world, I don’t know if I’m hers, and I’m scared. I feel like she’s going to disappear if I don’t have my eyes on her, and I’m fucking petrified of it. I’m trying to give her space, really, I am, but I’m struggling.

Since the shit show at her brother’s club four days ago, she’s been off. She’s barely said two words to anyone except her therapist, who she asked for me to get in touch with a day after the shit with her family. The only thing she has fucking said to me.

In my heart, I think she’s getting ready to leave, and I don’t know how to stop her without taking away her choices.

In an ideal world, I’d tie her to the bed and refuse to let her go, but this isn’t an ideal world. She has spent seven years with limited choices, including working at a crisis center for people in similar situations and being required to work at her brother's club's diner instead.

I won't act like her family. I fucking refuse, which is why despite everything in me telling me otherwise, I have given her the space she needs. I just somehow need to persuade my girl to stay with me while not crowding her.

Fuck, I sneak into bed with her once I know she’s asleep, then sneak back out at four in the morning before she wakes just so I can get my fill of her because I fucking miss her. Even though she’s this close, I really fucking miss her.

Luna furrows her brows as she taps her pen against her notepad, her eyes squinting at the laptop screen in concentration and I lean back in my chair and tilt my head, watching her, the garage's books well and truly out of sight.

Her mother has shown up at the club five times in the past four days causing shit demanding to see her daughter, and my mother has dragged her away each time.

Axe has called me several times and most of the brothers, all of who were trying to calm down one of their old ladies and ensure she didn’t leave her old man instead of making amends with their club princess, have also tried to contact her, somehow managing to get my number and calling me because she’s ignoring them all.

Psycho’s who told them all to give her space before he hurts them.

Some, like idiots, have been calling at stupid times in the early morning or when he’s busy at Dark Angel’s Tats.

“You’re staring,” Luna mumbles without looking up, and I smile, elation filling me.

So she’s not completely concentrating then, right?

“Does that bother you?” I ask, and she looks my way, our eyes connecting, and I suck in a breath at how clear they look.

In the months I’ve known this amazing girl, her eyes have always been clouded, beautiful but clouded, and right now, they’re clear and so fucking bright they take my breath away.

She may have taken a life, but that life tried to ruin hers, and him being gone, she’s free.

She hums and admits, “Not really, though it is distracting.”

I nod, not bothering to apologize, as she looks back at the screen, and I swallow hard. My eyes always gravitate to her whenever we’re in the same space. It doesn’t matter the situation or who is talking to me. I can’t help but gravitate toward this woman.

How the fuck did she go from a one-night stand to my whole fucking world?

“Promise me you won’t leave me,” I blurt out, not able to keep it in any longer and her head shoots my way, her mouth parting in shock.

“What?” she breathes, dropping her pen. I swallow again as my mouth goes dry.

“Please don’t leave me,” I say lowly. Luna frowns and slowly stands before approaching me, her dress swaying with her motion.

I clear my throat and stop checking her out and lock eyes with her confused ones and say, “I know I fucked up. I shouldn’t have walked away like I did.

I definitely shouldn’t have allowed my mother to hit you, something I ignored her for by the way for months,” her eyes soften, “I just, for the past few days you’ve been off, not speaking much but I-I,” I shake my head and pull my man bun out of the tie and run my fingers through my hair and mutter, “You didn’t tell me who your family was, despite knowing the troubles between the clubs and you left me, I get I was an idiot, but you didn’t fight, and now I feel like you don’t want to fight yet again and I feel like I’m losing you… ”

I look down, unable to look at Luna, for her to witness my heartbreak and fear.

I don’t want to fucking lose her, and I don’t know how to get her to stay.

“Leo,” she whispers, but I don’t look up.

She rounds my desk before squeezing between my thighs and the desk.

When I still don’t look up, suddenly Luna climbs on my lap, straddling me, and I quickly grab her by the hips and pull her forward so we’re chest to chest and look up, locking eyes with her, and what I see fucking shocks me.

Love.

“Leo, I’m not trying to be distant on purpose. I just needed time to think, I guess, and speak to someone who isn’t in the thick of my family drama,” she says, and I wrap my arms around her and mumble, “It isn’t family drama, princess, it’s your past, your horrors.”

She hums as her eyes race between mine and says, “A past I didn’t want to drag you further into because I’m petrified it will scare you off.”

I rear back in shock and utter, “Luna, I told you that I loved you. I haven’t told another woman that before that wasn’t my mother or distant sister. Your past means nothing to me because all I want is you.”

She nods, her eyes tearing up, seeing my truth, and she asks, “If you are so scared I’m going to leave, why did you distance yourself after I killed him?”

“Because I thought you’d need space, and as hard as it was, I kept my distance from you except at night,” I admit. She half smiles as she leans forward and gently runs her fingers through my hair. I bite back a groan and keep my eyes locked with hers.

“Leo,” she whispers, “you are an idiot,” and I raise a brow at her. She sighs, “All I wanted was for you to hold me and not just while I was asleep. I didn’t want space, I just wanted you, and I-I thought when I kissed Drew, I ruined what you felt for me. We never even discussed labels…”

Okay, she’s right, I am an idiot.

“Damn,” I huff and grip her jaw, gently rubbing my thumb along it, and I rasp, “Luna, while yeah, it hurt to know some guy's lips touched yours, a guy, by the way, who has a death warrant on his head,” her eyes widen, “I wasn’t going to lose you over that, I just didn’t want to push you away that is all especially knowing that you are now free. ”

Her eyes race between mine, and she admits, “You could never push me away, Leo, because I-I, I love you too.”

Fuck me, she said it.

My stomach tightens, and everything inside me settles; finally hearing her admit how she truly feels, I lean forward and slam my lips against hers. She gasps, allowing me to shove my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers.

She moans and leans into me, the sound going straight to my cock, and I hold her tighter, enjoying the feel of her in my arms while she’s actually awake, but as soon as I go to move my hand between us, needing to feel her heat, to see how wet she is for me before I thrust home for the first time in months, I groan as a dickhead gasps, “Ah for fuck’s sake, a brother doesn’t need to see this shit,” cockblocking me and Luna breaks the kiss, her eyes meeting mine and I can see the hesitation in them.

“Fuck, let me know when you’ve finished eating my sister's face, fucker!” Axe demands, and I look around his sister to see his back to us. On the other hand, her mother looks at her daughter with a furrowed brow.

Great.

“Is it bad that I kind of enjoyed that?” she asks, and I look back at my girl and chuckle, “No, princess, it isn’t,” before pecking her nose and, slowly, she climbs off me, but she doesn’t go far.

As soon as she turns to face her so-called family, I gently grip her hips and pull her down on my lap, not wanting her away from me, making her gasp and look my way with wide eyes, but I just shrug, not sorry at all.

Now that I’ve got my hands on her, I don’t want to let her go.

“Alright, Axe, it’s safe,” I say, and the idiot sighs as he turns, eyeing his sister on my lap.

“Does she have to sit there for this?” he groans, and I smirk, enjoying his obvious discomfort while Luna snorts and crosses her arms over her chest, and asks, “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve accidentally seen your dick because you forced me to spend so much time in the common room after work before I could go home?

I mean, it isn’t every day a woman can say her boyfriend’s dick is bigger than her brother's, now, is it? So be grateful this is all you see because I didn’t get that over the years. ”

Axe’s eyes widen, and his face pales, and I grin wide. I can’t help it, and he narrows his eyes at me and points, “Not one fucking word.”

I hold my hands up in defense while Luna sighs and asks, “What are you doing here, Taylor?”

He looks back at his sister with sorrow and answers, “I’m here to try with my little sister,” and I sigh.