Page 29 of Blade

I came up with a plan on my way to the library. I need to leave, not just for a vacation but for good. I have some savings but not a lot, so rationing my food and gas will have to do.

My family, the club, Brock, they all need to be in my past, and I can’t try and move on if I’m here and I know without a doubt, if I killed Brock, my brother would kill me, and even though the thoughts of ending it all hits me every day, Blade’s eyes come back to me and make me want to fight.

After two weeks of sleeping with him, I need him to breathe. I know what I said to Axe, we’d walk away at the end of the month. I just don’t know if I can, but leaving means I have to walk away.

Blade was right to insinuate feelings and sex because I’m catching them and no, I didn’t think I would, heck, I didn’t even think I’d orgasm and every time he ensures I do before he does.

Not once have I ever gotten wet for a man before, yet I did for him. God, even now, I can feel my clit throb at the thought ofBlade, and I’m even beginning to wonder what it would feel like to have his mouth down there.

Shaking my head of my lustful thoughts, I pick up speed as my building comes into view, but before I can take five steps, a hand grabs my arm hard, making me gasp before I’m shoved into the alleyway. I trip at the force of the shove, falling onto my hands and knees, and I cry out in pain as little stones dig into my palms as my books scatter on the floor before a hand grips my hair tightly, and something is shoved into my mouth.

I try to dislodge it, to spit it out but it’s tied behind my head and my fear spikes.

Panic hits me hard as my jeans are unbuttoned, and Brock whispers, “You think you can let that fucker touch what is mine, huh?”

Tears fill, and breathing becomes difficult.

He’s supposed to be at the club!

“Well, I’ll fucking show you!” he promises and shoves my jeans and panties down before two fingers rub over my entrance, and he chuckles, “You’re actually wet for once.”

Mortification fills me, that is for Blade, not him, but he doesn’t care because one moment I’m trying to fight to get away, clawing at his hand in my hair, and then the next, he’s thrusting inside me hard without protection, and bile builds.

Brock uses my body without a care in the world, and I scream in terror and pain over the gag and thrash against him as something hot hits my left hip and I know he’s marking me again, his words confirming it as he grunts, “This is my body, fucking mine and only mine, and I’ll kill that fucker if he touches you again!”

I stop my fight at his words and can feel myself shut down at the thought of Blade being hurt because of me.

I won’t put Blade in danger, and honestly, after two weeks of managing to keep this from happening, of having Blade, I knowI can’t let him touch me again. I can’t allow this filth to transfer onto him.

I can’t allow this pig to create a war between the clubs.

Brock moans and groans, not caring that I’ve gone dry while pain filters inside me, my walls protesting against his dick, and the feeling of wanting to die hits me hard again as I realize I’m never going to get rid of him.

Chapter 11

Blade – A Week Later

I slowly run my tongue along my bottom lip as I check my phone for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. I am trying not to look like a lost fucking puppy, knowing that is exactly how I feel lately.

She’s late, and even though Fury is still here, I’m pissed she hasn’t shown up. No, I’m more than fucking pissed, I’m livid, and I’m so fucking ready to wreck this place.

For the past week she has ignored me. Every text, every call, nothing, radio fucking silence and I’m angry, no furious. I never chase after a girl, and yet with this one, I did. I never call or text a girl, and here I am, a week later, with several unread texts and missed calls and frustration builds deep inside.

She’s beginning to take front and center in my mind, and that is not a good fucking sign for a man like me with a shitload on his plate.

I shove my phone back in my pocket, seeing no missed call or text from Luna. I pay attention to Fury again as I try and squash the irritation this five-foot-five of a woman is building inside of me.

“I mean, two fucking grand Blade,” he snaps, running a hand through his short brown hair and I frown.

“Wait, two grand?” I ask, confused. Yeah, I wasn’t really listening to him, but with the anger and frustration he’s showing right now, I think I need to be.

Fucking Luna!

He scowls, “Seriously, that is the third time you’ve had me repeat myself!”

I wince and mumble, “Sorry, brother. My head just hasn’t been in it today. I’m listening.”

He sighs, “I swear the girl you keep bringing in here to fuck better contact you soon. Otherwise, I’ll go find her myself.”

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