Page 56 of Blade

He nods solemnly, and I round her car and open the door, but she doesn’t move. I swallow hard at how vacant she looks.

I can’t fucking lose her. These past six months, trying to find her was hell. I’ve needed her like I needed air to breathe.

Taking a deep breath to try and quieten my fears, I gently unclick her and slowly put my shirt over her head, making her look my way, and I smile a little as she puts her arms in the sleeves, and as soon as I’m happy enough that her body is covered and no not because of her scars but because her body is fucking mine, I gently pick her up and carry her over to Psycho who is holding the door open.

I give him a nod in thanks as everyone follows us inside. The brothers inside create a line from the door to my room to stop the old ladies, mainly my mother, from coming through, which, of course, she tries.

“Move out of the way!” I hear her demand and sigh, walking down the hallway, unable to deal with her right now.

Knowing my fucking luck, she’ll try to cause shit with Luna to get banned from the club again because yeah, I’ve figured her shit out.

She wants out, most likely has since finding out dad fathered another child and it isn’t happening…

Dad stands near my door, his eyes softening as he sees Luna in my arms, her head in my neck. I quickly walk inside my room with her.

Placing her on the bed, I gently grab her arms from around me and unlink them. Carefully I put the duvet over her and I rasp, “I need to go do something,” and fear spreads across her face. I soften as I gently cup her face and whisper, “I promise I won’t be long, but please, don’t leave this room,” I place my forehead against hers as I grip her hand and beg, “And please, Iam begging you don’t try anything stupid because princess,” my eyes race between hers, “my life without you isn’t worth living, so remember that before trying to leave me in any shape or form.”

Tears fall from her gorgeous eyes, and I press a gentle kiss against her mouth. Despite being hurt by me and knowing she wants to hate me, she allows me to kiss her.

“I’ll be back soon, princess, okay?” I murmur, and she nods once. I smile lightly and whisper, “I love you…” and her eyes widen in shock.

Ignoring her reaction, I press a gentle kiss on her lips and straighten before I remove my cut, not wanting to get blood on it, and I gently lay it on her body, shocking her even more before I turn and head out of the room, meeting my dad just outside of the doorway.

“How is she?” he asks in a low voice, and I shake my head.

“She’s fucking strong, but she’s breaking,” I admit as we lock eyes, “Years of abuse is a lot to get over, but I’m adamant not to lose her Dad.”

He nods and replies, “And I’ll be by your side the whole way.”

Emotions fill me, and I say, “Thanks, Dad,” before I look her way to see her gently tracing my cut—the leather, to be precise, not the patch—making me smile. I look at Dad and ask, “Can you watch over her and not allow Mama in here? She punched her, so I don’t want her near her at the moment.”

He nods and confirms, “Of course, go make that fucker pay,” then slaps my back as he turns to my girl, watching her like a hawk.

Sighing in relief, I turn towards the common room and ignore everyone in there, including my mother, watching me go without my cut on, and, fuck me, did her eyes just soften?

Every brother stands straight with respect, knowing I’ve left my patch with my girl proving what she is to the club, that she’stheir first lady, while my mother has a small smile lacing her features which, fuck…

What is going on with her?

Shaking my head, I ignore them all and go to the door that leads to the basement.

Kill first, sort shit out with Mama later.

“I fucking knew her face was busted that day!” I hear Fury snap as I walk into the now crowded basement, both Furies and Dark Angels inside.

Cannon stands behind Brock, who looks a little bruised, and the three prospects’ heads are dangling, blood pouring beneath them. I smirk as I grab my blade from my boot.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I ask as I walk over to Brock while Axe stands before him with bloodied knuckles and breathes heavily.

Brock's eyes come my way, and his busted lip curls as he looks me up and down, then sneers, “You’re the fucker who's been fucking my old lady and convinced my best friend that I’m some kind of fucking rapist!”

Axe growls, tightening his fists while the brothers around all tense at his words, clearly shocked that he’d continue his lie, but I, on the other hand, chuckle.

The delusional fucker.

“You mean my old lady?” I ask, and his face reddens while I smirk because this is going to be fun.

It’s time to play.

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