Blade
Blade
Growing up, I idolized my father, the president of the Dark Angels.
I knew that one day, that role would be mine,
A role I was born to do,
A role that was always the dream,
A role that I cherished.
I lived and breathed the leather that I wore,
And I wore with pride.
Nothing mattered to me except for the club, that leather.
Until Her.
She came out of nowhere and knocked me for six.
I went from living and breathing the club,
To living and breathing her.
And then I made a mistake, a massive mistake.
I thought she was using me,
I thought she was trying to ruin what my family built, my club.
But I was wrong, so wrong.
I messed up, and now, she wants nothing to do with me.
She refuses every time I try, but I won’t give up reclaiming what is mine,
Because she has been mine from the moment that I laid eyes on her,
And come hell or high water,
I’ll always ensure she’s right where she needs to be,
By my side, wearing my patch.
Get ready, Princess, because I’m coming for you.
Luna
Growing up in a motorcycle club wasn’t as glamorous as one would think.
Being the sister of the present,
A daughter of the former, I had to abide by certain rules,
Rules I always followed, never wanting to disappoint but I missed out.
Boys, Parties, Friends.
My sole focus had to be schoolwork and the club.
I never cared kids at school called me spoilt and a club brat,
I never cared boys didn’t pay any attention to me.
I loved my family; I loved the safety that I had until I didn’t.
I spent years being hurt, and not one club member stepped in,
Not one club member saw the pain I was in daily.
I became jaded, bitter about the club,
I wanted out any way I could, working as much as possible.
I wanted out of this life,
And I had no plans to be part of a club again.
Until him.
He didn’t know who I was,
He didn’t know my past, my horrors.
He looked at me like I was his air to breathe,
And finally, I thought I could be happy.
Until he threw me away like I was nothing.
He thought I betrayed him, and he broke me,
Just like everyone else in my life.
I packed up, and I ran with the little savings I had.
I just didn’t count on him running after me,
I didn’t count on him fighting for me, for us.
He wants a second chance, but why?
He made his feelings perfectly clear,
I’m a traitor, and traitors need to learn their lesson, and well, I learned mine.
And I learned that I’m better off on my own.
This can be read as a standalone. It is book 1 of 5 of the Dark Angel’s MC series, with a HEA. Due to mature content and themes, this book is recommended for readers aged 18+; this novel may contain triggers.
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