Page 47 of Blade

Every fucking day brothers ask if I’ve found her. If Venom had managed to locate her, all wanting to know the woman who has snatched their president, a man who swore he’d never get an old lady or fall in love. Yet here I am, and now the girl I unwillingly gave my heart to is gone, acting like I did something wrong when really, she never told me who she really was and if she had, then maybe things would be different now. Perhaps I wouldn’t be questioning our times again.

Don’t get me wrong. I could have handled the situation differently, but she could have as well. I didn’t run away, she did.

“Okay, I won’t ask about the situation regarding Luna or how you look really fucking rough right now. Which makes me want to say I told you so when you denied falling for a woman who you went from only fucking for a month to four months then not able to let her go,” Fury says casually as he grabs his bottled water.

I glare his way and snap, “Not fucking helping, Fury!”

Four fucking months with her, and she gripped onto my heart without me realizing it.

Fuck, I miss her.

“Sorry, brother,” he says, not looking sorry, and then steers, “How about I mention seeing your sister last week instead?”

I sigh and look at him to see the defeated look he has going on.

“Wouldn’t speak to you, huh?” I confirm, and he snorts.

“Fucking worse,” he mutters, then admits, “She gave all her attention to Tate and acted like I didn’t exist.”

I wince. I swear, between me, Psycho, and him, our love lives are fucking shit and lets not mention Mama and dad.

I can’t find Luna, meaning I can’t have shit out with her and see if we have a future – something I never fucking thought I’d want. Psycho hasn’t heard from Ivy in weeks, the same Ivy who now apparently has a boyfriend. Yeah that shit did not go down fucking well.

Then there is Fury.

Four years ago, my dad stupidly asked him to become friends with Skylar. He was to take his cut off so she didn’t know who he was and basically fool her just so he could know all about her life—something, shocker, Mama, who still hasn't spoken to Dad or me, even with us both trying, didn't agree with and may have been right about.

Dad got more than he bargained for because the fucker fell for my little sister.

What started as friends turned into romance within a month, three months after, right before he told me he was planning on telling my sister exactly who he was because he wanted to propose. Which shocked the shit outta me while my dad was held back by Bear from killing Fury, Lacey said she was pregnant with Tate, completely turning his life upside down.

He knew he couldn’t put a baby on an eighteen-year-old just starting college. He knew he’d have a fight because of who he was, and he also knew it would hurt her knowing he knockedLacey up five days after meeting her even though they were just friends.

He felt a connection with my sister, and it scared him, so he got drunk and screwed the whore. It is something he can’t regret because he did get that adorable little girl out of it. Tate will never be a mistake in his or any of our eyes.

Without speaking to me or my dad, he met with Skylar and told her everything, including the fact that a then hang around and now clubwhore was pregnant. Let’s just say she didn’t take it very well.

She felt like he used her and ended up hitting him before walking away, and he came home looking like a broken man with a split lip, refusing to speak to my dad. Even to this day, he struggles with Dad, partially blaming him for putting him in that kind of position to begin with, but he also knows they wouldn’t have become an item if he wasn’t put in that position.

It’s a catch twenty-two.

“If it helps, brother, I don’t think it’s because of Tate and the fact you knocked someone up why she won’t have anything to do with you,” I try to reassure him, but he just snorts.

“No, it doesn’t help,” he states, then sighs, “I lied to her, and I’m still a part of the club, and even worse for her, I’m an officer. Unless I’m willing to hand in my cut, she won’t look at me twice to try and win her back and I-I fuck,” he runs his hand through his short brown hair with frustration and admits, “the club is my fucking family. I love her, Leo, I swear to fuck I do love her. It’s why I haven’t touched another woman but her since Tate was conceived, but the club…”

He shakes his head, frustration etching off him, and I wince again.

“Just keep trying to fight Nyx. That is all I can suggest. When you finally win her back around, or Tate manages to win her overfor you, convince her I actually want to get to know my little sister,” I say, and he chuckles lightly.

“Don’t count your blessings, brother her mother has fucking brainwashed her about the club,” he mumbles, and I nod because, yeah, she still wants nothing to do with me, and it fucking sucks because right about now would be perfect to have my sister for advice on Luna or even a call from Mama would be good.

I sigh, and he opens his mouth, but before he speaks, his eyes go to the garage’s doors, and his brows furrow as he mutters, “What the fuck?”

I look to see what has gotten his attention and furrow my brows. “Is that a white fucking flag?” I ask before a head pops around the wall, and I scowl, locking eyes with Axe.

“How in the fuck did you get past the prospect on the gate?!” Fury demands, and Axe shrugs.

“I told him we have a meeting, and he didn’t hesitate to let me in,” he admits, and I sigh.

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