How can she not see I’m doing what is best for her?
I swallow hard and gently trace around her full lips, lips that felt so soft against mine, molding perfectly, sending electric shocks through me.
I’ve barely been at the club, either staying in my room at Dark Angel’s Tats or on my mama’s couch.
I’m not the most liked brother right now, and I can’t really blame anyone. I touched her instead of pushing her away. I allowed the shit to get out of hand knowing we couldn’t be together until she lived and now, I’ve not only lost Ivy but also Venom.
“You mother fucker!” Venom shouts as I walk out of the hallway with a lollipop for Tate, and a fist hits my face, catching me off guard.
I grunt as I bang into the corner of the wall, my ribs taking most of the contact, before he grabs my shirt, brings me forward, and smashes me back onto the corner before his fist hits my face again, my brow instantly stinging.
I hear Tate scream and cry, and my brothers try to pull Venom back while I slowly glide down the wall, not bothering to fight back.
He clearly knows about Ivy and me. Honestly, I deserve worse.
“Knock, knock,” a voice says near my door, but I don’t turn around, recognizing it, knowing it isn’t my next client.
A whole week and the fucker has stayed clear of me, not that I blame him.
Maybe he’s here for round two.
A black eye, cut brow and bruised ribs is letting me off easy, though if the brothers hadn’t held him back, it probably would have been worse.
“How’s Luna?” I ask as I continue to sketch Ivy’s mouth, trying to make sure I get it perfect, and Venom sighs as he walks into my room uninvited.
“Good considering everything that has happened,” he murmurs, and I look out of the corner of my eye to see him eyeing all the tattoos on the wall I have completed.
By everything, he means Luna cutting off her rapist’s dick and forcing him to swallow it, covering his mouth while watching him die and that was after she inflicted all the scars she has onto his body.
Turns out Luna had been sexually assaulted for years and only slept with Blade because she wanted to throw it in the fucker’s face. She just didn’t expect for him to become her salvation before he fucked up anyhow and accused her of being a patch chaser and a traitor.
At the age of thirteen, Luna’s brother’s VP, Brock, had raped her and continued to do so even after she told everyone what he did, none of them believing her, including Axe, the president of the Furies, her blood fucking brother.
For around five, maybe six months Blade has been trying to find her, to make her his despite believing she used him, knowing she was his one, only to see her at a strip club no less working behind the bar where she cracked and admitted to her past, her horrors, then admitted to not only having an abortion because the fucker raped her after she slept with Blade unprotected but that she most likely can’t have kids or carry to full term.
Blade’s been hovering around her since, ensuring her family can’t access her or hurt her while she knows she’s his, no matter the hell she’s been through. while Axe is trying to make things right with his little sister.
Not sure what he thinks will help her forgive him though, the fucker called her a liar and allowed her to be assaulted for years by his own friend.
I nod and reply, “She most likely feels free, something she hasn’t felt in years, which is why she’s not struggling with guilt or with how she killed him. Years of being abused will harden the softest of people.”
He hums in agreement and then asks, “So we’re not going to address the elephant in the room, then?”
Without looking up I retort, “Pretty sure I don’t have any elephant tats on my wall brother but if you want one, I could come up with something.”
He growls, “Fucker, I’m talking about you fucking my sister then fucking Misty three days later!”
What the?
I look up at him in shock, my eyes wide and I ask, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
He leans against my counter, crosses his arms over his chest and scoffs, “Oh so now you’re going to deny screwing my sister huh?”
I frown and admit, “No, I’m not denying sleeping with your sister, it was the best night of my life, I’m confused at the fucking Misty part when I haven’t touched the bitch since before your sister decided to kiss me out of the blue during our game night and I spent all night worshiping her!”
He scrunches his nose up and mutters, “Too much fucking information on my sister, brother,” then sighs as he looks over my features and confirms, “You didn’t fuck Misty on family day?”
I tilt my head and state, “I didn’t. I did however, after a very long shower envisioning a certain black haired beauty, details I will spare you with, walk out of my bathroom fully dressed to a spread eagle Misty trying to get herself off on my bed begging me to join her,” Venom’s jaw tightens, “I chucked her out but ended up getting her makeup all over me with her struggling because I nearly broke her arm. Bitch made me forget Tate’s candy in the process.”
