I Am The Luna

Goddess, doesn’t look like this is the place that ordered groceries online.

Now dressed in tan cropped pants and a white shirt that’s tucked in, I finish the look with a cropped sleeve matching tan blazer. I leave my apartment, deciding to go exploring, and drop my car off at the nearest garage. I just need to get a little used to this place.

The weather is cool, but still rather pleasant. I get into my car, driving slowly as it makes that odd noise every other minute.

“Ah, I should have just called someone to pick it up…

The old man from the first floor said the garage wasn’t far and suggested I take it there.

Sighing, I follow his instructions and find myself outside what looks like a car junkyard.

Is this the place? This is the perfect place to bury a body, I think, shuddering.

I shake my head, glancing at the entrance between the battered metal grail fences. There’s barbed wire along the top of them. The gate, if you can call it that, hangs open, the padlock chain swinging slightly in the breeze.

I drive through, coughing as my car emits fumes. I hope I didn’t make it worse by driving here. I should have listened to my gut instinct.

Alternate Rock music is blaring through the open garage entrance where a few cars are lifted, one with missing wheels, another with an entire smashed bumper.

I get out of the car, glancing around. I can’t see anyone…

The strong smell of petrol hits my nose and I clear my throat.

“Excuse me,

is anyone here?” I ask, trying to hear if I can catch a heartbeat over the blaring music.

I enter the garage, seeing no one, and just when I think maybe there really isn’t anyone here, I see a pair of legs in dirty torn denim jeans sticking out from under a red car.

For a moment I freeze, my throat drying at the thick muscles that are in those torn jeans… two chains are hooked on the side and the bulge at the front does not go unnoticed.

What are you doing, Val!

“Hello? Is he deaf?” I mutter. “Excuse me!”

The man suddenly slides out from under the car and I’m staring at a deliciously chiselled torso with zero fat and pure muscle. And a tattoo that covers his arm and chest….

Tattoos I recognise…

My heart is in my mouth as my gaze snaps up to the man’s face. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

And I find myself staring into one grey eye and one… milky white…

His face is emotionless, and I know all colour has drained from mine.

He stands up, seventeen months gone… and he’s fitter than ever, one wouldn’t think he’s spent five years in prison… his auburn hair is brushed back with a fade along the sides and back, and a light stubble covers his jaws, one that has been groomed.

“Zade…”

A thousand emotions are coursing through me, and I spin around, not knowing

what to do.

Get out of here!

I break into a run, but I’m barely out when I slow down, coming to a halt. I have so many questions in my mind, but I know I won’t get answers…

And I can’t leave the car here! I’ll just take it back with me. I’ll risk it.

I unlock the doors, opening the drivers side, when I hear him step out, my heart pounding.

“Leave the car, I’ll check it,” he says, making me freeze.

My heart thunders as I turn, staring at the man who had said nothing for five years. His deep husky voice sends shivers I don’t want down my spine.

I look down at the car key in my hand. Do I leave it with him?

As much as I want to run away, I don’t think that will get me far.

What is he doing here?

I glance back at the garage. The graffiti–covered walls make me wonder who the

owner is.

“How long have you been here?” I ask.

He advances on me, and I find myself stepping back.

This man can kill without care… but why am I more focused on how dangerously hot he looks? I lean back against the car behind me, and he only stops when he’s right in my personal space, placing a hand on the car roof as he bends closer.

“Why? So, you can go tell your friends?” he questions menacingly, cocking a brow and I shake my head.

“No…”

He swipes the key from my hand, tossing it up before catching it. “I’ll have it fixed by tomorrow.”

“I… I’ve changed my mind. It doesn’t need fixing.” I try, shaking my head to clear it.

“Its sound said otherwise.” He replies quietly before turning and walking back inside without another glance back, slipping my key into the back pocket of his jeans.

I close my eyes so I’m not checking his sexy, firm ass out.

Nearly seven years ago he killed Jai… that is what I should remember every time. he’s in front of me… but instead, my mind goes blank and I’m thinking of him.

This mate bond…it’s an addiction and a curse….

When I come to get my car tomorrow, I’ll ask him to accept my rejection.

It’s been a long time due.

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