Page 38 of Blade
It took several brothers to keep Venom from killing him, something he would have deserved right now.
After fucking Ivy, something everyone knew was bound to happen with the looks they kept giving each other over the years but never wanted to give in, knowing their friendship would forever change, he thought it would be best to fuck a clubwhore. Of course, Misty enjoyed rubbing it in Ivy’s face not realizing he fucked her a few days prior but knew how close they were and hated it which started the whole brawl when Venom asked Ivy what was going on after she ran out of the common room trying not to cry. She admitted that they slept together, but he wanted to forget it and go back like they were before it happened like an idiot.
Psycho didn’t see Venom coming when he left his room looking a little pale and, if you’d ask me, regretful.
Ivy has been MIA since, only keeping in contact with her mama, much to her father’s disappointment and Venom’s dismay, while Psycho has been killing himself at Dark Angel’s Tats, trying to ignore his so-called sudden feelings for his bestfriend and the fact she won’t answer his calls and Venom won’t even look at him.
Not really sure what Psycho expected.
I get it, he wanted to push her away because she’s always dreamed of moving to New York, but that was not the way to fucking do it, and now he’s probably lost her completely.
Fucking idiot.
I slowly lick my bottom lip as I trace Luna’s. Mama has been acting weird, and day by day, I'm just not sure what her next step will be. Growing up, the brothers were sure Mama was a patch chaser, jealous when my father's attention wasn't on her. But right now, her main focus is me, not Dad, and she won't even talk to Dad, which is confusing, especially when she hasn’t even brought up her cut.
Luna sighs in her sleep as she searches for the warmth of my hand. I smile as I gently cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb along her jaw. She settles instantly, making my chest tighten.
I’ve not spent one night at the club since coming to Luna’s apartment three months ago, not wanting to really. Despite both of us agreeing to no sleepovers but as soon as she falls asleep I can’t make myself leave and end up wrapping myself around her and the real fucked up thing is I have yet to see her naked. I’ve yet to suck on those generous tits of hers or see what she tastes like and I don’t fucking care because fuck... Over four months of fucking I still haven’t got enough of her and not once have I looked at another woman, much to the clubwhores dismay.
I’m falling for my princess, something I have tried so hard to deny and ignore, but the feelings are there. I’m protective of her, fought for her against my family while lying. I promised them it’s just fun, and yet I find myself pulled towards her every fucking day contradicting my words.
Everyone at the club has accused me of falling despite not meeting her. They can see the signs, signs I wanted so fuckinghard to ignore. If my phone rings, I’m quick to answer it in case it’s her. A message comes through, the same again, if she’s not with me, I need to be in constant connection with her otherwise, I begin to panic.
She’s taking over my senses and I don’t know how I feel about that.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I sigh as I gently let go of Luna’s soft skin, knowing I need to get going for church to discuss the Furies' prospects raiding Dark Angel’s Girl’s again last week, the first time it’s happened in months only this time, they raped four of our girls while grinning at the camera, not realizing the danger they are now in while my eyes race over Luna’s body.
Fuck, I don’t want to leave her.
She slept in a t-shirt of mine that I left here a few months ago and a pair of panties. She looks fucking edible, and I would give everything to climb back into bed with her. I know I can’t, knowing she’ll want answers that I can’t give her.
I’m out before her alarm goes off every day at six for college, which has now started back up again, or work, just so she doesn’t know that I’ve stayed over, so she doesn’t know that I hear her crying out in her sleep.
She doesn’t know that I’ve seen her scars that I felt under my touch for the first time a few months ago after she fell asleep. I wanted skin on skin for once and felt the scars before quickly taking a look, scars that look to be self-inflicted, and if they didn’t look older than the time we have been fucking, I would have been fucking concerned because, on her right hip, they look like the shape of a B.
I think she has some trauma that caused her to do that shit to herself. She’s been hurt at some point in her life, and she begs them to leave her alone in her sleep, then settles when I gently whisper in her ear that I’m with her, that she isn’t alone andI can’t fucking question her regarding her nightmares because I’m not supposed to be spending the night. Just like I shouldn’t know about the few burn marks that lace her lower stomach along with the B on her right hip.
I have so many fucking questions and no answers that can be given.
My phone buzzes again, and I silently groan, not wanting to leave her but knowing I must. Sighing, I gently place a kiss on Luna’s forehead, then stand, and Luna mumbles, “Leo,” as she grips my pillow, and I swallow hard but wince. It feels like razor blades are etching along my throat.
Fuck, my name sounds good coming out of those lips.
Taking a deep breath, I turn and walk out of her light blue room and down the small hallway before I say fuck it and climb back into bed with her. My eyes go to the photo near the TV as normal as I get into the small living area, with the man on the bike without a cut taking my focus, the only photo she has in this whole apartment.
“That’s my dad, he died in a bike accident.”
Her words echo in my head.
She doesn’t talk much about her family, and honestly, after her admittance, I didn’t want to bring up such pain for her about her dad.
She’s such a puzzle.
Sighing as my phone goes off again, I leave Luna’s apartment and grab it from my pocket, and without looking at the screen, I answer, “Yeah?”
“You on your way back?” Dad asks.
I don’t question why he wants to know. Mama is probably losing her shit after noticing I’m not at my house on club property or in my room in the clubhouse and reply, “I’ll be twenty minutes, just in time for a coffee before church.”
