Page 61 of Blade

“Fucking hell, the idiot is more delusional than I thought,” Fury mumbles, “Even I can see the hunger she’s giving off to kill him. It’s scary as fuck.”

“He thinks he’s brainwashed her enough to have her rely on having him around,” my mother whispers, and I furrow my brows as I side-eye her. She shrugs, “It's narcissistic one oh one, son. Ruin her, scare her, and then ensure she’s always looking out for you. He hoped she would begin to depend on him and need his touch. What he didn’t see coming was the hate she’d have for him and the way he destroyed her life. I mean, his best option was to get her to fall for him than the route he chose,” Mama curls her lips at Brock and mutters, “He also didn’t take in the fact she’d fall in love with an MC president which is his own fault really considering he tried starting a war, bringing you to that diner that day.”

Dad nods in agreement, and I look back at Luna as she snorts, “You think I wouldn’t kill you?” he grins wide, but his grin soon fades when she bends and admits, “I killed an innocent baby because I didn’t know if it was yours or Leo’s,” Brocks face reddens, “And I did that even knowing that baby was my only chance of having children because you have ruined my body.”

Brock struggles against his chains and screams, “No, I fucking ensured to get you pregnant in that alleyway. You were supposed to come back to me and help me take the club!”

“And he’s cracked,” Psycho chuckles darkly while Axe growls and steps forward, but one of his brothers grips his arm to stop him, knowing Luna needs this.

He may want revenge for what Brock did within his club, but his sister lived through hell right underneath his nose. The fucker can stay back.

“Ah, and now you can’t use me to breed and win over the club that would have never accepted you as their president unless the club’s princess was tied to you,” Luna sighed, mocking him. “I mean, I‘lied’about you raping me, right? So why would a man agree to be with a woman who tried to ruin his life?” she bends forward so their noses are nearly touching, and this time I step forward, but instead of Dad grabbing me, Mama does.

I growl, and she just chuckles lightly and mutters, “You don't scare me, son. I brought you into this world, and I'll take you out of it if you get in between that bad ass woman and her abuser.”

I blink and look at Mama in shock, but her eyes are not on me, they're on Luna, a form of protectiveness radiating from her.

Fuck, she really did just cause shit to get kicked out of the club - she wanted to leave my father but knew he wouldn't push her away.

That has to be it, it fucking has to be.

“Sucks to be you right now, Brocky, because you didn’t think your plan through very well,” Luna says, getting my attention, and Brock growls, “Just you fucking wait, treasure, you are going to pay for this!”

Luna stands straight before putting the tip of my blade to her pointer finger and says, “Huh, only this?” and I raise a brow but soon smirk as she asks, “So you’re not going to punish me for showing my body to hundreds of men a night while I worked at Kitty’s Girl’s, accepting shot after shot from the patrons?” Brock's movements pause, trying to escape to the back of his mind with her words, and Luna grins, “So you’re not going to punish me for making out with my coworker while drunk?”

This time I pause, and a growl so fucking loud escapes me full of fury that Luna looks my way with a little guilt, and I swallow hard as Mama mumbles, “She thought you were screwing around,” and I know she’s right. Doesn’t stop the hurt running through me though that she allowed another man to touch her.

Did she fuck him?

Clearing my throat, I nod back to Brock, and her eyes race over my features, but I keep them neutral so she can’t see my pain. She frowns, not liking that she can’t read me but turns back to the soon-to-be dead fucker.

“Looks like I’ve got to add one more kill to my list after all,” I mutter, and Mama snorts but coughs to cover it making me smirk.

Luna continues, “So tell me, Brock, are you not going to punish me for allowing the president of the Dark Angels MC to touch my body?” She leans toward him again and admits, “I got wet for him, something you never got to have or experience.”

“Fuck’s sake, a brother doesn’t need to know this shit,” Axe mumbles causing a few brothers to try and hold their chuckles while Luna, my strong woman, ignores him and digs, “I spread my legs for himwillinglyand felt every inch of him when he thrusted inside me, enjoying every inch,” Brock’s body becomes tense, pure murder radiating from him. “I allowed him to go bare, and he and only he has ever made me come, to feel absolute pleasure,” she whispers, and Brock finally loses it.

“You fucking bitch, I knew I should have fucking killed you after you started dating that fucker in high school instead of branding you mine, you little slut!” he shouts, and Luna stands straight, letting him run his mouth. He sneers, “Your brother was going to ban you from the fucking club, he was going to put me first, but I convinced him otherwise. You should be fucking kneeling at my feet, not whoring yourself out!”

The brothers growl while Axe drops his head in shame, and I can see several that want to attack Brock, but I watch as a cloud shadows my girl. I swallow hard, and Mama grips my arm, seeing what I just did.

You don’t call your victim a whore, especially when said victim is wielding a blade that could kill you with one slice in the artery.

One moment the room is tense, Brock’s head wanted by everyone and the next he’s screaming out in pain and the brother’s wince, eyeing my blade stabbed in Brock’s dick.

Brock thrashes against the chains crying, “My dick, you-you stabbed my dick!”

Luna snorts, “Who knew you were such a big baby,” as she pulls the blade out then, with ease, she flips the blade and slices across his dick which falls and slaps on the floor and every brother looks at her, mouths gaped open all while Brock screams louder but Luna doesn’t let him off with just that, instead, she moves to his side then digs the blade into his skin on his hip and twists before removing it then repeats the action just above it and my heart pounds, my stomach tightening.

“Fuck, she’s giving him exactly what he’s done to her.” My dad mutters, and we all watch as she marks a B on his right hip, then walks across his stomach and ends on the left side, repeating her action.

Brock groans, looking pale and losing blood fast, but Luna doesn’t notice. Instead, she stands up straight, eyeing her work before looking at the floor, and she tilts her head, her eyes on his dick.

Oh fuck.

“She wouldn’t,” Axe mutters with disgust, but of course she fucking would. I mean, why wouldn’t she. He raped her, and she already mentioned an open-mouthed gag, meaning he forced himself down her throat, so why wouldn’t she?

As revenge, Luna bends and picks the dick up. The brothers gag but soon groan as she moves in front of Brock, whose head is lulled back, his mouth already open, moaning and shocking everyone in the fucking room Luna shoves the dick into Brock’s mouth, causing his head to shoot up in shock as he gags and chokes on his own dick.

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