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We don’t argue.
We don’t bicker.
We exist.
How fucking rare is that?
How rare is it to find a partner who meshes with you so well?
Some might say we’re doomed, but I wouldn’t believe it. We’re pretty fucking solid if you ask me.
I haven’t been throwing my romance with Luna around the club. The guys have met her, and they know I’m seeing her, but I doubt they have any idea how serious I am about her. She’s a good woman, a better woman than I deserve after the shit I’ve done through my life.
I think it’s why I harbor so much anger toward a man who found it enjoyable to torture her for ages. He didn’t just terrify her or scare her. No, he tried to kill her. Luna told me if it wasn’t for the PI she hired at the time, that she would be dead. How could anyone want to hurt her? She’s so pure. So kind. So generous.
It’s why I got in my truck and immediately drove out to Julian. I didn’t even speak to Breaker before I left. I heard the desperation and fear in her voice when she called me, so I jumped in the truck and flew down the road. It normally takes me two-and-a-half hours to get to Julian, but not today. I’ve been driving so fast that I got here in a little over two hours.
I ended up calling Breaker when I was on the way out here and explained what happened. He totally understood where I was coming from and why I had to leave so hastily. I figured he would, especially since he’s been settled down since he and Kara got together. Ever since she walked into his life, he’s been a lot calmer, and I’m glad. I’m happy for any of my brothers who are lucky enough to find good, kind-hearted women.
I’m pulling up to Stacey’s salon, which is where Luna said she’d be. I’m glad the two women were smart enough to leave Luna’s house after that dead rabbit was left for her. That psycho bastard could be around there somewhere watching the two of them, and leaving was the safest option.
I pull up to a small building just outside the main strip of Julian. It’s the address Luna sent me, and there’s a flashing purple neon sign that reads ‘closed’ in the front window. I even see a sign on the building above, proving that I’m in the right place. I put the truck in park and hop out, slamming the door a little too hard as I rush up the small stairwell to the porch of the building.
I knock three times and wait, and finally, Luna’s face is revealed as it’s being opened.
“Fuck, I was worried about you, beautiful.” I pull her into my arms and hold her as tightly as I can muster. I hope she knows how important she is to me, how I’d do anything for her.
“I’m okay,” Luna says with a shaky voice.
“No, you aren’t.” I know she wants to seem like she’s strong and is okay, but she doesn’t need to. I’m here for her when she’s overwhelmed, or downright scared, or whatever else is going on in her head. “It’s okay for you to not be okay. You’re allowed after everything that you’ve been through.”
She mentioned to me in the past that she has PTSD from these events. Of course, she would. Who wouldn’t? Seriously.
I keep holding her tight until Luna’s ready for me to let her go, and eventually, she pulls away and presses a chaste kiss on my lips. I kiss her back, and she leads me into Stacey’s salon. I shut the door behind me and lock it, but part of me doesn’t want to. That deep dark side of me wishes that the motherfucker would open that door and walk right in. It would make it a hell of a lot simpler for me to deal with him.
Luna walks me around the corner to an area where there are shampoo bowls and a couple of salon chairs. A blonde-haired woman with turquoise highlights is restocking her shampoo area and turns around. “Hey, Brennon.”
Sometimes I forget how small of a town Julian really is. Stacey was in our class too, and I vaguely remember Luna telling me that the Stacey she was best friends with went to school with us. “Stacey, how are you?”
“Better now that you’re here to protect our girl.” Stacey throws a hand on her hip.
“I’m grateful she was with you when she got back home. If she was alone, who knows what would have happened.”
“I know. There was no way I was going to let her go back to her house by herself. I don’t know if she told you, but I have my conceal-and-carry permit, so if shit popped off, I could’ve handled it.”
“Good to know. You should really think about getting one of those.” I look over at Luna, who shrugs.
“She needs to have a business. Or at least it’s easier that way if she does. Whenever you go to get certified for anything, you can always talk to your instructors, and they’ll help you find legal loopholes, so to speak. I know a lot of people don’t like them, but I think we should be able to protect ourselves,” Stacey goes on, and I agree with everything she’s saying. I’m not even sure if any of the guns I own are legally mine. Guess that’s what happens when you’re in an MC and so much of your life is involved in the criminal world.
“Technically, you have a business, right? With the book editing?” I glance over at Luna and wait for her to respond.
“Yeah. I actually formed it into an LLC the year before last for tax reasons,” she admits.
“Perfect. Then you can start doing the same stuff Stacey did to better protect yourself.” I’m merely suggesting, though I hope Luna does go through with it. It would be better for her.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Luna sighs heavily, and I know it’s not because of what I suggested. She’s worn out because of what her stalker’s done. She’s drained, and I think she thought she wouldn’t have to deal with this for at least another couple of years.
There’s some silence for a couple of moments, so I speak up. “Did you two happen to get a bag or anything packed before you left?”
