Page 11 of Blade

I nod, not denying him as I eye Mama standing near the back door watching Ivy with pure pain etching her features, tears rolling down her cheeks. I frown and step forward but she notices me and shakes her head as she turns away, walking outside without another word and I swallow hard, suddenly feeling guilty for banning her. I get Mama fucked up because she let her anger and jealousy over my sister, who literally walked back inside the building just to dodge me the other day, get the better of her. But killing a brother over something petty just makes Axe unhinged and now the war is on.

Ivy drops to the floor, Psycho following as he holds her close, and Venom kneels down and cups her cheek as Glock grabs her hand, squeezing it tight to try and help her get through this, and I fist my hands full of anger.

The Furies messed with the wrong fucking club because now, the only way to satisfy us, is if their whole fucking clubhouse burns and burn it will because of what they’ve caused, killing our brother, has just become their downfall.

I just didn’t expect her to be my downfall instead…

Chapter 4

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 reallycommunicated with him growing up. I just wanted to hang out with my big brother.

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