Page 59 of Blade

I can feel Axe behind me, wanting to kill him, but I also know my enforcer and sergeant in arms are standing beside him, so he can’t. They know this can’t be a quick kill.

I want this fucker to suffer, and Axe is allowing his emotions to take over right now. Twice he’s run past me to punch him, and the third time, he tried to shoot him, and I get it, Luna is his sister, but she’s my girl – not that she knows it yet – and she deserves her revenge, she deserves to know Brock suffered for his actions.

Sweat continues to build on his bruised, bloodied face, and this time, I yank the blade out of his side. He gasps, bending forward slightly or as forward as the chains will allow over his chest, not expecting the movement, and I grin before shoving the it into his shoulder, and he cries out, flinging his body back.

“Such a real fucking man, aren’t you, huh?” he goads with a grunt, coughing, “Can only hurt me this way if I’m tied down.”

I grin sarcastically and mock, “Such a big man getting prospects to do his dirty work knowing the loyalty the brothers have for their pres,” he scowls, and I lean down and sneer, “Such a fucking big man holding a woman down while raping her!”

He narrows his eyes or tries considering one is swollen, and lies, “I haven’t fucking raped anyone! Luna and I have been seeing each other for years. I’ve said this so many fucking times!”

“Really, we’ve been together for years? That’s news to me.” The voice of an angel washes over me, and I tense.

Fucking Dad!

I turn, ready to glare at my father and demand he take her back to my room, but instead, I freeze, seeing what my woman is wearing.

Fuck me, she put it on.

Okay, so now is not the right time to get a boner.

“What the fuck are you wearing, treasure?!” Brock demands, fury and danger lacing his tone.

Luna tilts her head as she considers Brock’s condition—blood covering him—scrunches her nose and asks, “Who had the unfortunate job of undressing him?”

“Me, unfortunately,” I hear Cannon mutter, but I don’t smirk or snort like the others, instead I stare at my girl wearing my fucking cut, and I want nothing more than to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my room and fuck her wearing just that.

Maybe we could finish this thing tomorrow?

The soon-to-be-dead fucker growls behind me and demands, “Take that fucking thing off right now!”

Luna smirks, her strength shining through as she says, “What, you mean this,” as she gently runs her fingers over my cut.

Fuck me, my dick is hard as a rock.

Focus, Blade, fucking focus!

I shake my head and walk over to Luna, causing her eyes to come to me, and I see it. I know the pain shining in those gorgeous chocolate eyes, the sadness she’s trying to hide, and my stomach drops as why she is here hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.

She’s not here to show off wearing my cut, to rub it in his face.

No, no, no, fuck no.

I shake my head at her, and she quickly rushes over to me and cups my cheeks, her soft skin soothing me.

“Get your fucking hands off him!” Brock shouts as clinking chains echo in the room.

I hear him grunt before muffling can be heard, and I know Cannon has gagged him, but I don’t take my eyes off Luna as she gives me her whole attention.

“I can’t let you do this,” I choke as she gently rubs her thumb along my jaw, and I grip her hip with the hand, not holding the blade.

“I know,” she whispers, “but you will because you have never taken away my independence, my choices.”

My jaw ticks, and I know she feels it in her touch because her eyes soften.

“Please, princess,” I beg as I place my forehead against hers, “Don’t do this, don’t paint blood on your hands, don’t make me watch you slowly kill yourself.”

“Leo,” she murmurs, and Brocks chains clink louder. “If I don’t do this, then I won’t survive anyhow. I need to slay my monster once and for all, and this is the only way I know how. The only way I have envisioned since I was thirteen.”

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