Page 68 of Blade

Chapter 27

Blade – Four Days Later

I look toward the black leather couch in my office and eye Luna for the hundredth time since we walked in this morning, and I swallow hard.

I’m supposed to be doing work, going over the garage books before going to have a look at old man Trivers car yet again, this time something about the engine making a clanking noise, while the beauty before me does her coursework for her psychology class, but I can’t stop looking at her.

Her hair is in a messy knot on the top of her head, and she’s wearing a white summer dress that is tight across her tits, making my mouth water and my dick weep.

She’s concentrating on what she’s doing, not once looking my way, and that only pisses me off because I can’t fucking concentrate, and yet she can.

Whereas she’s my world, I don’t know if I’m hers, and I’m scared. I feel like she’s going to disappear if I don’t have my eyes on her, and I’m fucking petrified of it. I’m trying to give her space, really, I am, but I’m struggling.

Since the shit show at her brother’s club four days ago, she’s been off. She’s barely said two words to anyone except her therapist, who she asked for me to get in touch with a day after the shit with her family. The only thing she has fucking said to me.

In my heart, I think she’s getting ready to leave, and I don’t know how to stop her without taking away her choices.

In an ideal world, I’d tie her to the bed and refuse to let her go, but this isn’t an ideal world. She has spent seven years with limited choices, including working at a crisis center for people in similar situations and being required to work at her brother's club's diner instead.

I won't act like her family. I fucking refuse, which is why despite everything in me telling me otherwise, I have given her the space she needs. I just somehow need to persuade my girl to stay with me while not crowding her.

Fuck, I sneak into bed with her once I know she’s asleep, then sneak back out at four in the morning before she wakes just so I can get my fill of her because I fucking miss her. Even though she’s this close, I really fucking miss her.

Luna furrows her brows as she taps her pen against her notepad, her eyes squinting at the laptop screen in concentration and I lean back in my chair and tilt my head, watching her, the garage's books well and truly out of sight.

Her mother has shown up at the club five times in the past four days causing shit demanding to see her daughter, and my mother has dragged her away each time. Axe has called me several times and most of the brothers, all of who were trying to calm down one of their old ladies and ensure she didn’t leaveher old man instead of making amends with their club princess, have also tried to contact her, somehow managing to get my number and calling me because she’s ignoring them all. Psycho’s who told them all to give her space before he hurts them.

Some, like idiots, have been calling at stupid times in the early morning or when he’s busy at Dark Angel’s Tats.

“You’re staring,” Luna mumbles without looking up, and I smile, elation filling me.

So she’s not completely concentrating then, right?

“Does that bother you?” I ask, and she looks my way, our eyes connecting, and I suck in a breath at how clear they look.

In the months I’ve known this amazing girl, her eyes have always been clouded, beautiful but clouded, and right now, they’re clear and so fucking bright they take my breath away.

She may have taken a life, but that life tried to ruin hers, and him being gone, she’s free.

She hums and admits, “Not really, though it is distracting.”

I nod, not bothering to apologize, as she looks back at the screen, and I swallow hard. My eyes always gravitate to her whenever we’re in the same space. It doesn’t matter the situation or who is talking to me. I can’t help but gravitate toward this woman.

How the fuck did she go from a one-night stand to my whole fucking world?

“Promise me you won’t leave me,” I blurt out, not able to keep it in any longer and her head shoots my way, her mouth parting in shock.

“What?” she breathes, dropping her pen. I swallow again as my mouth goes dry.

“Please don’t leave me,” I say lowly. Luna frowns and slowly stands before approaching me, her dress swaying with her motion. I clear my throat and stop checking her out and lock eyes with her confused ones and say, “I know I fucked up. Ishouldn’t have walked away like I did. I definitely shouldn’t have allowed my mother to hit you, something I ignored her for by the way for months,” her eyes soften, “I just, for the past few days you’ve been off, not speaking much but I-I,” I shake my head and pull my man bun out of the tie and run my fingers through my hair and mutter, “You didn’t tell me who your family was, despite knowing the troubles between the clubs and you left me, I get I was an idiot, but you didn’t fight, and now I feel like you don’t want to fight yet again and I feel like I’m losing you…”

I look down, unable to look at Luna, for her to witness my heartbreak and fear.

I don’t want to fucking lose her, and I don’t know how to get her to stay.

“Leo,” she whispers, but I don’t look up. She rounds my desk before squeezing between my thighs and the desk. When I still don’t look up, suddenly Luna climbs on my lap, straddling me, and I quickly grab her by the hips and pull her forward so we’re chest to chest and look up, locking eyes with her, and what I see fucking shocks me.

Love.

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