Page 6 of Blade

“Call Fury and get him to finish the Chevrolet, old man Trivers will be here in two hours to pick it up. I need to make a call and defuse the situation with the Furies, and then I’m going to get my dick sucked to calm me down so that I don’t strangle my fucking mother when I confront her about her behavior. Don’t tell Fury what happened, we don’t need him losing it too!” I say quietly, and he sighs.

“What about Skylar?” he asks, and I swallow hard.

Out of all the brothers, Psycho and I are probably the closest, meaning, in his eyes, Skylar is his sister as well. We’re all missing out on a woman who is smart as fuck, going to college on a full scholarship to become a lawyer while also working full time at the supermarket.

“I’ll try to track her down at college tomorrow,” I answer him as I look his way. He winces, but I shake my head and remind him, “It’s the only way to get to her. She still lives with Melissa.”

I stand straight, and he nods curtly and gets his phone out of his jeans pocket while I grab mine from my workbench and walk out of the garage into the club's large front parking lot. I bring up a number I really didn’t want to have to fucking call and press the button.

Sighing, I put the phone to my ear as it rings.

“Blade,” Axe answers curtly after three rings.

“Thought I owed you a courtesy call after the shit my mother caused this afternoon with one of your brothers,” I say tightly.

He sighs and replies, “I appreciate the call, but it isn’t necessary. Brock will get over it and besides the fucker shouldn’t have opened his mouth.”

Opened his mouth?

I shake my head and mutter, “At least let me pay for any damages to his bike.”

He snorts, “It was barely a scratch, and it’s sorted, so no hard feelings. The truce is still in place –”

His words are cut off when a voice in the background says, “Yo, Axe. You wanted me to let you know when your sister is back from work…”

Axe growls, “Fuck’s sake, prospect, try knocking first!”

I don’t hear the guys reply, but I do smirk when Axe mumbles, “Fucking prospects!” and I chuckle and state, “Can’t fucking get them nowadays.”

Axe snorts, “No shit…. look, Blade, thanks for the call. I do appreciate it, and don’t worry about Brock he’ll live and hopefully he’ll learn to keep his thoughts to himself regarding your mother’s family, now, I’m sorry to cut the call short, but I have a certain sister to confront. She’s been dodging me since I found out she’s leasing an apartment without speaking to me first.”

I frown as he hangs up, confused by his words, and I drop my arm and shake my head.

I get it, I do. If I had a choice, Skylar would be here where she’s safe, but Mama screwed shit up, and she is one of the big reasons why I won’t ever have an old lady. She’d ruin things out of jealousy, knowing her spot would lessen in the club.

Fuck…

Sighing, I start my trek to the clubhouse two hundred yards away to find Snatch or maybe Destiny, or both.

I need a release before I confront my mother and hopefully get some answers because Axe’s call has just confused the fuck outta me.

Chapter 2

Luna – Twenty Years Old

“Luna!” My brother shouts from across the common room as I sit beside my mother, and I wince.

Damn, I was hoping he’d be balls deep in club girls right about now. I’ve already seenhimgetting sucked near the bar by Blondie, meaning I only had to show my face for five minutes then I could leave.

“What did you do this time?” Mama asks with a sigh from beside me, but I don’t look at her because, honestly, there is only one thing I’ve done, and he can’t know about that. Swallowing, I look towards my big brother in the entrance to the dark hallway where his office is and where they hold church, his hands on his hips, and I wince at the look he is giving me.

Where I have long, caramel, wavy hair, his is light brown, and where I have dark brown eyes, his are light brown, more honeycolor like our father’s. We don’t look alike in the looks aspect, but our facial features are the same, though right now, I don’t think I have ever seen him look this angry before, and I know it’s a look I can’t even do.

Damn, what did I do?

I try to think back, but nothing comes to mind.

“What is this shit I hear about you moving out?!” he demands loudly, and everyone pauses, looking my way in shock. The music is switched off, and fear rushes through me, but not because the club is looking at me or because Mama has stood up, knocking her chair over but because Brock has shoved the clubwhore off his member and is glaring my way with a red face as he does his jeans up.

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