Page 7 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Luna – Three Weeks Later

“Thank you, miss,” the woman says as I refill her coffee and I give her a small smile before going over to the next table to see if they need any refills, trying to ignore the ache in my lower back and the blisters I can feel forming on my feet.

I’ve been at work for five hours and I haven’t had a proper break yet.

Cannibal, who was put in charge of running the diner for the club last month, has made things perfectly clear that because I’m a club brat I need to prove myself to work here every single day which is pathetic considering I’ve been working here since I was fifteen and not once has any brother had a complaint.

The other two waitresses on shift have both had breaks, even the chef and each one of their jobs I was ordered to cover because again, I’m a club brat.

I just think the idiot has let the power of this one job role go to his head. He knows I’m technically a club princess and I am very aware he believes I’ve had a cushy lifestyle which is clearly is false.

Not only was I forced to follow strict rules but nearly every night since I was thirteen the now VP has raped me and the one time that I opened my mouth, I was slapped and called a liar and a bitch for trying to ruin an innocent man’s life.

Ha, innocent my ass.

I sigh. I don’t even get paid any extra for this crap and it’s not like Axe will allow me to quit my position, he barely let me move out.

“And Cannibal wonders why he’ll never be an officer,” I mumble as I make my way back to the counter.

“Luna,” I hear Cannibal snap, and I roll my eyes and look his way and raise a brow. He narrows his beady gray eyes and demands, “don’t give me lip girl! Hannah needs to take her break so you’re covering both sides of the floor.”

More like her second break.

I can feel my anger building as I ask, “And when exactly do I get to get my break? because I’m pretty sure it should be around about now.”

“You don’t,” he snaps and turns and walks back down the hallway but not before grabbing Hannahs hand who giggles, following him willingly and I growl.

Seriously, he’s been made the manager of the diner, not every single business the club owns!

The bell to the door rings and my brothers loud voice echoes as he says, “Hey sis,” and I close my eyes and mutter, “Can my day get any worse?”

“You got a minute?” he asks, and I scoff as I pick up some dirty dishes off the counter.

“Nope, your manager has let being manager go to his head and has decided Hannah deserved a second break because he wanted to get his rocks off, so I now don’t get a break at all today and have the whole floor to cover,” I snap without looking at him as I quickly wipe down the counter then take the dishes to the pass.

Conner, the chef, doesn’t make eye contact with me, smart enough not to after he took an extra hour break that Cannibal okayed, meaning I had to cook then bring the food out, serve it, take more orders before cooking again.

“You’ve been at work since six,” he says with confusion, and I snort.

No shit.

“I’m a club brat,” I remind him as I take some French toast over to the man in the back, “I need to always prove myself despite my working here for five years or so Cannibal stated the day he started and to do that, I have to work endless hours on my feet, have no break and not get paid any extra.”

I turn and look at him, but I ignore the man standing behind him, the same man I felt within seconds after my brother spoke, the same man who only last week forced himself inside me after kicking my ribs three times.

He can’t access my building and he’s more than mad about it, he’s furious, so every time he gets a chance, he corners me which has only been twice since I moved out of the clubhouse two and a half weeks ago but as far as I’m concerned it’s two times too many and both times, I’ve ended up bruised or burned, leaving more scars, more bad memories that I’ll never be able to wash away.

I thought leaving would mean getting away from him, that he’d move on and I’d try to heal from my trauma, maybe get some help, but he didn’t and I’m stuck.

He sees me as his property, has since I grew breasts even though I never really communicated with him growing up.

I just wanted to hang out with my big brother.

“Oh, by the way, if this treatment continues, then I’m going to have to resign because I can’t keep doing this and pass my finals,” I state and walk back to the pass to grab more food.

Axe sighs and states, “Brock, go to the office and fire Hannah then tell Cannibal he’s no longer manager of the diner and is to now do prospect work until further notice, meaning he can’t touch the clubwhores.

Punisher will take over as of tomorrow,” then he says, “and Luna, you are not resigning. I barely see you now that you’ve moved out so you’ll continue to work here and I’ll make sure you get paid for all the extra work you’ve done. ”

Brock glares at me before his eyes go down my yellow dress making me feel naked and dirty then he turns and heads down the hallway.

“I’m an adult, Axe,” I remind him for the hundredth time since I moved into my apartment. “If I want to resign I will, you can’t stop me,” I finish, trying to be brave knowing full well he would stop me.

Axe shakes his head as he looks down and mumbles, “What happened to the sweet little girl that would follow me around, wanting to always be around me?”

He knows what happened to me, he just doesn’t want to believe me.

“Take it all Luna, fucking take it!” Brock demands as he thrusts hard into my ass and grips my hair tightly from behind. Blinding pain hits me and I scream in pain and before I can swallow it, I wretch and gag before bile comes out as I throw up.

“Fuck’s sake you stupid bitch! What have I told you about throwing up?” Brock growls and picks up his speed and black spots storm my vision, the need to vomit again pushing high as pain like no other shoots through my lower back.

“I grew up,” I reply to my big brother, trying to ignore the horrors of my life, horrors that he brought into my life, not seeing what kind of devil is standing beside him every day, not wanting to see it.

“You can’t do this, I earned my role at this diner,” Cannibal growls as he rushes after Brock, doing his jeans up but freezes seeing Axe before his eyes go to me and I raise a brow. “Fuck,” he mutters, and Hannah quickly shoves past him and runs out of the diner in tears, and I roll my eyes.

What did she expect would happen?

Cannibal looks back to my brother and lies, “Axe, brother, I don’t know what she told you but all morning she hasn’t picked up the slack, leaving it to the other waitresses–”

I cut him off more to save him any embarrassment, not that he deserves it, and state, “The diner is riddled with cameras Cannibal. I’d stop while your ahead if I were you before they demote you back to prospect permanently,” we lock eyes and I admit, “Axe has done it before.”

His face pales then stutters, “I uh I mean Pres, honestly, I can’t hack this role, I think I let the role get to my head and I-I, yeah.”

“You forced my sister to do more work than necessary all because she was a club brat, this is more than the role getting to your head, this is you trying to be a big man knowing Luna wouldn’t say anything.”

Cannibal’s mouth opens and closes several times, shocked that my brother was smart enough to see through him and I snort.

He’s smart enough to see through his crap, just not smart enough to notice his VP is a rapist.

Shaking my head, I walk past them and go over to the pass after Conner rings the bell and grab the food for table three.

The men don’t look up as I put their food before them and then I go to table eight and collect the dirty dishes deciding ignoring the brothers will do me better mentally and hopefully they’ll all just leave but I’m not that lucky, my past and present and most likely my future is proof of that as I walk towards the counter to grab the coffee pot, walking past my brother who decides to speak up.

“Luna, I miss my sister,” Axe says.

I sigh and turn to see it’s just him and Brock now, Cannibal gone and I swallow hard at the warning glare Brock is currently sending me.

“I’m not trying to make your life harder, Taylor,” I whisper using his legal name.

He softens and I admit, “I just want to live for myself, not the club is that so bad? I mean look what has just happened, a brother using whatever role he was given against me all because I grew up in the club. Let me live my life for myself, Taylor.”

Axe sighs, not looking happy with my words but he does nod as he walks over to me and pulls me into his embrace and for the first time since everything with Brock. I melt into my brother’s arms wishing I could talk to him, that I could explain that I wasn’t lying all those years ago, but I can’t.

He wouldn’t believe me, no one will.

I lock eyes with Brock, and he narrows his eyes as his cheeks redden. And this is why I haven’t allowed my brother to hug me, he doesn’t like any man touching me, including family.

I clear my throat and pull back and Axe huffs, “I’m going to be checking on you more from now on, got it? Some things are happening with the Dark Angels for reasons I just don’t know yet and I can’t guarantee they won’t go after you and I need you safe, you hear?”

I furrow my brows in confusion because last time I checked, both clubs had a truce but nod not voicing my confusion, knowing my place all while trying to ignore the heat of Brocks glare knowing I’m going to pay for this.

Axe kisses my head before grabbing his VP’s cut and drags him out of the diner and I watch as they ride off but not before Brock glares at me again, a promise in his eyes that he’s going to get me tonight making bile rise and I quickly rush around the counter to do the refills before more customers arrive just to keep me busy so I don’t throw up.

I’m not sure what is going on between my brother’s club and the Dark Angels but hopefully it doesn’t spill into here.

I have too much coursework to complete to deal with big brute bikers having a pissing contest to see whose dick is the biggest and I’ve also got to deal with Brock.

My body still hurts from last week, the burn mark already scaring over on my stomach.

I can’t be taken again, I just can’t, my body is too tired, my mind too frazzled. I’ll break, I just know it.

Maybe I can hide somewhere for a little while...

Just as I grab the saltshaker fillers the bell above the door echoes, and I sigh and look up only to freeze.

Ah crap.

“So much for it hopefully not spilling into the diner,” I mumble as four very large, full of muscle men stroll in with scowls and Dark Angels cuts and I can’t help but notice how they demand attention without even trying and how extremely good looking they all are.

Damn, the aura they’re currently giving off makes the Furies look like weak mice.

I haven’t seen the Dark Angels up close before.

They live in Rose Meadow, the Furies are twenty minutes away in Classic Valley and since the truce many years ago, both clubs have stuck to their own territories, only passing through after gaining permission from the other club.

My college is literally in the middle of both clubs, on neutral ground.

My brother’s words echo in my head. He says there is trouble between the clubs, and he doesn’t know why, I bite my bottom lip.

I’m not equipped to take on four large men that are at least double my size in height and quadruple my size in muscle, but I also don’t want to call Axe because then that would mean Brock returning as well.

I sigh and open my mouth to demand they keep the peace or get out because this is a family diner and there are kids in here but my words lodge in my throat as I lock eyes on the last man walking in.

Oh my…

He’s a man made of sin and not once in my twenty years have I ever looked at a man and wanted to melt on sight. Never has my libido ever woken up from the deep slumber Brock has made it stay in and never have I felt my heart race the way it is just at the sight of a man.

Standing at least over six feet tall, wearing biker boots, jeans that shape his muscular legs and a black t shirt that hugs his broad chest, my mouth waters.

I take him in before I notice his patch and suddenly my mouth is dry and fear shoves through me.

He’s the president…crap.

Swallowing hard, I move my eyes to his and my stomach tightens as they lock me in. Intense deep blue eyes, darker than the ocean and so deep I feel like I can’t look away and electricity running all over me, tiny bolts shocking me to my core.

He slowly licks his bottom lip before running a tatted hand through his black hair. It reaches his shoulders, wavy and instantly I want to smack his hand away so I can run my fingers through it instead and a new type of fear fills me.

Oh, double crap.

Brock’s glare pops in my mind and I look away from the stranger, feeling my heart race and I say to Michelle who has come back from her break and is frozen beside me quietly, “Can you take this table?”

The woman nods so fast, she nearly gives herself whiplash and rushes over to them after picking up menus while unzipping her uniform dress to show off some cleavage and I swallow the jealousy that fills me.

I look one more time and lock eyes with the President again but I quickly look away at the intensity in them and grab the refills like I originally planned, demanding my body to listen.

As beautiful as that man is in a rugged way, not only is he way out of my league and that he’s also part of a rival club, the president no less but I’m broken, tainted.

I’m someone else’s property, I always have been even if I never wanted to be.

Growing up not once did I think of Brock in that sense, if anything, he gave me the creeps and now, he’s making sure I know that I belong to him meaning even if I was attracted to a man for the first time, nothing will come of it.

I’m dirty and honestly, I’m just tired of life now.

I just want to die.