Page 43 of Blade

He shrugs, “Well, it does,” he looks at the stuff we stole, “Something I didn’t tell you about Ivy and me… I told her I loved her that night but that we couldn’t be together because I didn’t want to hold her back and she decided to shock me and fucking fight for me and I messed up,” he looks at me, “Love fucking sucks.”

I roll my eyes as he walks over to the boys.

Ivy still won’t speak to him, and I’ve heard from the grapevine she’s dating, meaning he fucked up majorly, and now he’s kicking himself and projecting onto me.

Fucker.

Shaking my head, I go to follow but pause when my phone rings. I get it out, my heart pounding at the withheld number.

Maybe….

I swallow hard and quickly answer, “Yeah?”

“Blade,” Axe replies, and my jaw ticks. “Look, I know we’ve got shit going on, and I don’t fucking understand where it has all come from,” I scoff at his words, but he ignores me and states, “I’m willing to call a truce and allow you to keep my shit if you hand my sister back.”

I raise a brow at that as the brothers look at me with questioning looks but soon look at me with surprise when I state, “I haven’t got your fucking sister. The bitch drove off after I confronted her about her lying to me so do yourself a favor and fuck off and while you’re at it, stop attacking my club!”

I hang up and frown as his words swim in my head, and like Fury mentioned, something doesn’t fucking feel right.

Fury asks, “Why does he think you have his sister?”

I don’t answer though, instead I command, “Psycho take over with the counting then find a buyer, I have shit to do,” before turning and leaving the warehouse.

I have a certain caramel-haired beauty to confront. This is the same beauty who said she didn’t speak to her brother, which was clearly a lie, right?

Half an hour later, I pull up outside Luna’s place and look up at her window before looking around the parking lot. Her car isn’t outside, but she does park it underneath so she could be in and is just ignoring her brother because she failed him. Or she’s busy fucking someone else for said brother, and he just wants to screw with me.

I roll my eyes at my thoughts and climb off my bike, adamant to have this shit out.

I can’t just walk away because I’ve fallen for her, and I’m confused. I’ve never fallen for a girl before, plus, all I can think of is that she’s mine, and no one else can have her even if that does make me an alpha-hole. I can’t get her outta my head, and now that the hurt has passed, I know I can now talk it out with her. I just don’t know if that means we’ll end up together in the end, even if I don’t want anyone else to have her, the trust is broken.

“So much for being just a fuck…,” I mutter before sighing as I walk over to her building and get her keys out of my pocket, not thinking too much about it, which she gave me two months ago.

“Let’s have this fucking shit out, shall we,” I mumble as I walk inside with determination to find out what the fuck she was planning and hope I don’t throw her on her bed and fuck her like my dick wants.

An hour later, I stand in the middle of Luna’s apartment in complete shock, eyeing the place where the photograph sat. I know she’s gone, and I know the call from Axe wasn’t a hoax.

I’ve gone through the place, and she fucking left me.

She’s left town. She’s left me without fighting it out with me, without fighting for me, for us, and a lone tear falls as my heart fucking shatters.

“Hey, Blade,” Misty whispers, and I eye her as I take another shot.

Fuck, how long have I been sitting here for? When did I leave Luna’s?

I’m sat at Dark Angel’s Girl’s, and I have no idea how I even got here or how many drinks I’ve had, but what I do know is that I can’t seem to sit up straight. The flashing lights are blinding and the music is pissing me off, and the love of my life has taken all her shit and left me, left her apartment empty and cold. Okay, so it wasn’t empty of furniture, just all of her personal shit, including my t-shirt because, like a sad sap, I looked, and it was gone.

Don’t know if I’m happy about that or not, okay, so I’m fucking glad. I’m an idiot, alright? She left me, and I’m happy she took my shirt.

Fuck I’m drunk.

Misty is in just a G-string, and yet my dick doesn’t twitch because my dick only wants one woman, and she’s gone.

She used me, then left me.

“Fuck off…” I slur, but Misty doesn’t get the hint. Instead, she tries to cozy up to me.

She sometimes works here for us, and sometimes, she gives us a good head, but my head doesn’t want hers. Nope, he wants his princess’s head. Wait, what was I thinking?

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