Page 12 of Blade
“Oh, by the way, if this treatment continues, then I’m going to have to resign because I can’t keep doing this and pass my finals,” I state and walk back to the pass to grab more food.
Axe sighs and states, “Brock, go to the office and fire Hannah then tell Cannibal he’s no longer manager of the diner and is to now do prospect work until further notice, meaning he can’t touch the clubwhores. Punisher will take over as of tomorrow,” then he says, “and Luna, you are not resigning. I barely see you now that you’ve moved out so you’ll continue to work here and I’ll make sure you get paid for all the extra work you’ve done.”
Brock glares at me before his eyes go down my yellow dress making me feel naked and dirty then he turns and heads down the hallway.
“I’m an adult, Axe,” I remind him for the hundredth time since I moved into my apartment. “If I want to resign I will, you can’t stop me,” I finish, trying to be brave knowing full well he would stop me.
Axe shakes his head as he looks down and mumbles, “What happened to the sweet little girl that would follow me around, wanting to always be around me?”
He knows what happened to me, he just doesn’t want to believe me.
“Take it all Luna, fucking take it!” Brock demands as he thrusts hard into my ass and grips my hair tightly from behind. Blinding pain hits me and I scream in pain and before I can swallow it, I wretch and gag before bile comes out as I throw up.
“Fuck’s sake you stupid bitch! What have I told you about throwing up?” Brock growls and picks up his speed and black spots storm my vision, the need to vomit again pushing high as pain like no other shoots through my lower back.
“I grew up,” I reply to my big brother, trying to ignore the horrors of my life, horrors that he brought into my life, not seeing what kind of devil is standing beside him every day, not wanting to see it.
“You can’t do this, I earned my role at this diner,” Cannibal growls as he rushes after Brock, doing his jeans up but freezes seeing Axe before his eyes go to me and I raise a brow. “Fuck,” he mutters, and Hannah quickly shoves past him and runs out of the diner in tears, and I roll my eyes.
What did she expect would happen?
Cannibal looks back to my brother and lies, “Axe, brother, I don’t know what she told you but all morning she hasn’t picked up the slack, leaving it to the other waitresses–”
I cut him off more to save him any embarrassment, not that he deserves it, and state, “The diner is riddled with cameras Cannibal. I’d stop while your ahead if I were you before they demote you back to prospect permanently,” we lock eyes and I admit, “Axe has done it before.”
His face pales then stutters, “I uh I mean Pres, honestly, I can’t hack this role, I think I let the role get to my head and I-I, yeah.”
“You forced my sister to do more work than necessary all because she was a club brat, this is more than the role getting to your head, this is you trying to be a big man knowing Luna wouldn’t say anything.”
Cannibal’s mouth opens and closes several times, shocked that my brother was smart enough to see through him and I snort.
He’s smart enough to see through his crap, just not smart enough to notice his VP is a rapist.
Shaking my head, I walk past them and go over to the pass after Conner rings the bell and grab the food for table three. The men don’t look up as I put their food before them and then I go to table eight and collect the dirty dishes deciding ignoring the brothers will do me better mentally and hopefully they’ll all justleave but I’m not that lucky, my past and present and most likely my future is proof of that as I walk towards the counter to grab the coffee pot, walking past my brother who decides to speak up.
“Luna, I miss my sister,” Axe says.
I sigh and turn to see it’s just him and Brock now, Cannibal gone and I swallow hard at the warning glare Brock is currently sending me.
“I’m not trying to make your life harder, Taylor,” I whisper using his legal name. He softens and I admit, “I just want to live for myself, not the club is that so bad? I mean look what has just happened, a brother using whatever role he was given against me all because I grew up in the club. Let me live my life for myself, Taylor.”
Axe sighs, not looking happy with my words but he does nod as he walks over to me and pulls me into his embrace and for the first time since everything with Brock. I melt into my brother’s arms wishing I could talk to him, that I could explain that I wasn’t lying all those years ago, but I can’t.
He wouldn’t believe me, no one will.
I lock eyes with Brock, and he narrows his eyes as his cheeks redden. And this is why I haven’t allowed my brother to hug me, he doesn’t like any man touching me, including family.
I clear my throat and pull back and Axe huffs, “I’m going to be checking on you more from now on, got it? Some things are happening with the Dark Angels for reasons I just don’t know yet and I can’t guarantee they won’t go after you and I need you safe, you hear?”
I furrow my brows in confusion because last time I checked, both clubs had a truce but nod not voicing my confusion, knowing my place all while trying to ignore the heat of Brocks glare knowing I’m going to pay for this.
Axe kisses my head before grabbing his VP’s cut and drags him out of the diner and I watch as they ride off but not before Brockglares at me again, a promise in his eyes that he’s going to get me tonight making bile rise and I quickly rush around the counter to do the refills before more customers arrive just to keep me busy so I don’t throw up.
I’m not sure what is going on between my brother’s club and the Dark Angels but hopefully it doesn’t spill into here. I have too much coursework to complete to deal with big brute bikers having a pissing contest to see whose dick is the biggest and I’ve also got to deal with Brock. My body still hurts from last week, the burn mark already scaring over on my stomach. I can’t be taken again, I just can’t, my body is too tired, my mind too frazzled. I’ll break, I just know it.
Maybe I can hide somewhere for a little while...
Just as I grab the saltshaker fillers the bell above the door echoes, and I sigh and look up only to freeze.
