Page 36 of Blade

She made shit up in her own head and ran with it without thinking because all she’s thinking about as usual is herself. Another word, she doesn’t want anyone stepping into her role within the club despite her basically requiring to be begged to come back. She hasn’t got her old lady patch back yet, but she is still earning it, not because of me but more because of Dad. Again, this is something Mama isn’t aware of.

He thinks Mama may have been a patch chaser, and he didn’t notice.

Not once has she had a job since they met, doing more charity work and ensuring the club ran smoothly, and the fact that she’s an absolute bitch to Skylar every time she sees her, or so peoplehave stated, just enhances his suspicions when it’s been over twenty years. She’s fucked prospects on and off over the years just to get his attention, or so some of the brothers have claimed.

Mama is pushing her luck again after the whole Snatch situation, and if she isn’t careful, she’ll lose her home.

“Any siblings?” I ask Luna, trying to forget the shit with Mama and the anger that I feel every time I remember the scowl she sent this amazing woman. She puts the coffee pot back and leans against the counter before she smiles sadly and admits, “One brother. He’s older, but we don’t talk.”

Huh, guess we’re more alike than I thought.

“You?” she asks, and I grin at her, liking how she’s getting comfortable with asking me questions.

I told Mama we were friends, and I don’t know, maybe we can be.

“I have a sister but only half,” I admit, and she tilts her head so I give her more and explain, “My mother decided to make my dad jealous and slept with another man in the club, a prospect, or that was how the story was explained,” her eyes widen and I nod, “Dad decided to get one on her, you know an eye for an eye and all that, and slept with a stripper who ended up pregnant,” Luna winces, “Dad told her to get rid of it when she came to the club. Actually, he threw money at her feet and well...”

“She had the baby without telling him…” Luna finishes, and I nod and confirm, “Yep. I think my sister was around seven when we found out about her. Her mother walked into the club's diner with her, and it was like looking at my twin. Now my little sister wants nothing to do with the club, my dad, or I, and my mother treats her shitty every time she sees her around town like it was her fault my father strayed when in reality is if the stories are true, it’s kind of her fault.”

Luna winces again and asks, “Do you think she is treating her shitty, or do you think that is what people are saying to causetrouble with your mother. I mean have you physically seen her treat her crappy?”

I think for a moment and then admit, “I'm not sure. I mean, I've never seen Mama personally be nasty to my little sister, but that doesn't mean she hasn't.”

Luna sighs as she grabs my hand and squeezes it. She says, “Maybe you should try and speak to your mother instead of jumping to conclusions with what you've been told by other people, especially if they are wrong. You'll regret it if you don't, Axe, and then maybe you may have a better chance of trying to win your sister round.”

And now, suddenly, I hate how she calls me my road name when she knows my legal name.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Friends, we’re going to be fucking friends, that is it….

I clear my throat, turn my hand, link our fingers, and say, “I'll think about it, princess, but what I do know is that I won’t stop fighting to get her to talk to me. Skylar, she’s special.”

Luna frowns and asks, “You mean Skylar Burton?”

I raise a brow and ask, “You know her?”

Something passes across her face before she shrugs, “Not really, but she’s at the same college as me or was. She graduated this year, and we crossed paths sometimes. She was really nice and always helped people when they needed it.”

I nod with a little smile, and she goes to move when someone calls for her, letting go of my hand, however, she pauses and hesitates for a moment as she looks at me, chewing her bottom lip, obviously on the fence about what she wants to ask.

I tilt my head at her to give her the go-ahead, and she clears her throat and asks, “How, uh, how old are you?”

Fuck again, not what I expected her to ask….

I laugh, and her cheeks heat as I say, “We’ve been sleeping together for what five weeks?” she nods once, “And you’re only now just asking?”

She shrugs and admits, “Well, I didn’t think you were old enough to be my father, so I didn’t question it.”

I chuckle and shake my head, saying, “I’m twenty-eight.”

She tilts and mumbles, “Huh, so you are old then.” I narrow my eyes playfully at her, making her grin and admit, “I’m twenty.”

“I’m not that much older, then,” I growl playfully and lean up to grab her. She quickly moves out of my grasp, laughing before going to the customer who called for her, making me shake my head.

She does something to me, and I can’t put my finger on it. The more we talk, the more I want to know, and it is a dangerous path I’m going down.

I can’t offer her more than what I’m giving her.

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