Page 24 of Blade

The door closes and locks automatically before Brock grabs the handle and shakes the door to try and open it but fails before we lock eyes.

“Open the fucking door, treasure, don’t make your punishment any harder for you,” he growls, and I swallow hard, my chest hurting from the lack of air.

His eyes, red from the mase, show nothing but anger and promise, and it’s at this moment that I realize I do want more than to fight him. I know that I want to live for myself and that I’m really considering Blade’s offer for some fun so he can screwme out of his system then I can throw it in his face that I allowed someone to touch mewillingly.

I lock my jaw and slowly walk backward, trying not to flinch at the pain in my ribs and hip, and decide that I will screw Blade, not only that, I’ll gloat in Brock’s face as I stab my knife into his heart.

“Luna open the fucking door!” he shouts, but I ignore him and turn around, heading for the lifts with the promise stuck in my head.

It’s time to fight back, and by doing that, I need to use Blade for what he’s offering because there will be nothing more relishing than watching the fury take over Brock as I kill him, gloating about giving my body willingly to someone else.

Chapter 9

Blade

I grunt as I tighten the bolt on old man Trivers 1950 Chevrolet Dulux trying not to smack my wrench into the thing.

I swear this fucking car is going to be the death of me. Don’t get me wrong the old man brings in good business but his car is beginning to piss me the fuck off and I’m tempted to set the thing a light.

The bolt slips and anger shoots through me as I stand up and throw the wrench across the room, the tool banging against the wall and I breathe heavy, glaring at the fucking car.

“You’re testier than normal,” Fury states the obvious from where he’s grabbing keys from the workbench, and I glare his way, but his light green eyes show no intimidation from me. Instead, he raises a brow which only further pisses me off.

That is what happens when you grow up with your officer brothers – they’re not scared of you like the rest of the brothers, you don’t intimidate them, and they know how to ignore your angry outbursts.

Fuckers…

“Don’t you have a bike to go collect?” I snap and he smirks, running a hand through his short brown hair and confirms, “Yeah I do and it’s going to take me two hours to get there and back. I’m going, I just uh, you never let old man Trivers car get to you like this… it’s weird, are you uh, good?”

I turn away from him hating that he’s right and mutter, “I’m just having an off day, I’m fine,” I look his way, “Go pick the bike up before the customer rings and complains.”

He snorts, “Customer my ass.”

I smirk. His dad, Bear’s bike broke down an hour away and now he has to go and collect it then figure out what the fuck he did to it this time.

Knowing Bear, he most likely put the wrong gas in it again.

Sighing, Fury looks over me for a few seconds before nodding knowing he won’t get anything outta me and walks out of the garage towards the club’s truck with the trailer attached and I breathe a sigh of relief not needing him to be around here for a while.

The fucker is too on the ball where I’m concerned and I know my frustration is only going to build the later the day gets. Frustration that I know what the problem is, and it isn’t this car even if it is annoying that it’s back in the garage for the third time this week, or even my mother who has barley glanced at me, no, it’s because Luna hasn’t shown up like I thought she would.

Three fucking days and nothing and I don’t even know why I care, I don’t know why it’s pissing me off.

Okay, that’s a lie, I know why. I want her or maybe it’s because any woman would give anything at the chance at me fuckingthem. Not because they’d think I’m good at it or because I have a big cock but more so because of the patch on my back, the patch Luna didn’t even look twice at.

She’s different and I want her.

I grind my back teeth and walk over to where I threw the wrench and pick it up.

She’s not going to show, and I meant it when I said she wouldn’t get another chance, as cocky as it sounds, I have plenty of women that want to ride my dick and if I have to, I’ll fuck however many I can and get Luna out of my head, stupidly though, I don’t know if I will until I have her.

I never should have walked into that fucking diner.

Sighing with frustration I stomp over to the 1950 Chevrolet Dulux and glare at the thing, crossing my arms over my chest.

Maybe I can tell Trivers that I accidently dropped the jack on it or that I accidentally crashed the thing. Hmm, maybe an accidental fire would be more realistic, though I don’t really want to burn the garage down.

I drop my head and groan knowing I’m going to have to put my head underneath the hood again.

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