Page 8 of Saving Chains

Her hair whips around her beautiful face as she stands before me in her leather pants and taps the toe of her heeled pump on the ground. “Fuck you, Levi.” God, she’s even more beautiful.

Someone, somewhere, is hammering on a fucking door and if they don’t shut up,I swear. I bend the pillow over my head, sandwiching it in the middle of the two sides and try to block it out.

She spins away and her ass sways, just for me.

The banging starts again, dragging me from her again, and it’s then that I realize it’s close, too fucking close for it to be anywhere else. “Fuck off!” I mumble incoherently. It gets harder, louder. I attempt to swallow past the dryness and the sewer that is my mouth right now and answer, “Yeah,” I grumble a little louder this time and try to lift my head but it falls back to the mattress.

“Chains. Get your fucking ass up.”

As soon as I hear my name, followed by more hammering on the door, I know I need to wake up and open it. I shut down the dream of my past and scramble to my feet, staggering to the door and tug it open. Reaper leans on his hand that's pressed against the wall at the side of the door. “You’ve got two minutes to get to Church.”

“Fuck,” I groan. “I’m coming.”

“Don’t piss Pres off, not when you’ve only just got back.” Reaper states.

“Two seconds, I’ll splash some water on my face and I’m there.”

I leave Reaper at the door while I head for the bathroom. Once I’ve pissed, I run the cold water until it's freezing, cup my hands beneath the faucet and splash it all over my face, rubbing my eyes with the water to wake me up properly and quickly brush my teeth, then dry off my hands and face on a towel. Swiftly, I check my pockets for my cell and grab my keys from the nightstand, and my cold coffee then pull the door closed behind me.

Reaper and I walk side by side down the hall until we reach Church. Jokes are put aside when we’re in here. Saying that, Pres is a miserable fucker and doesn’t like jokes anyway.

“How's your head?” Reaper asks, turning back.

“Much better.” See, a power nap was all I needed. I won’t tell Reaper that I spewed my guts up, but I’m ready to face Pres now. As we reach Church all the guys are standing outside the door waiting to go in. “What’s the hold up?”

I clap hands with the guys one by one and move toward the door. With my hand on the knob, I begin to turn it when one of my brothers pipes up, “He has company.”

“At ten o’clock in the morning? Dirty fucking dog.” I grin as I look between my brothers. “Yeah well, it’s time for Church so she’ll have to go.”

“I wouldn’t if I were you, Chains.” My eyebrows meet in the middle as I frown at my old pal, Popeye. We call him that because he’s pumped up. He spends a lot of his time at the gym lifting weights. He’s a scary-ass mother fucker; shaved head, right down to the skin and tattoos everywhere. In all honesty, he’s fucking huge.

“Why not?” I smirk with a shrug, and turn the handle all the way around and push open the door. I nod at Popeye with a fucking ‘told ya’ expression, and turn to go in. What I see when I turn around has me almost falling over my own feet.

Luna. My mouth drops open like a goldfish. I go to speak again and again but nothing comes out.

“You forget your manners while you were inside, Chains?” Pres asks, but I can’t answer. I'm too busy keeping my eyes on her.

“I’ll see you soon, Pop.” The denim of her pants stretches around her perfectly shaped ass as she bends over and kisses his cheek, then stands up straight. The brothers start piling into the room and take their seats while I’m still by the door, in shock. I haven’t seen her in so long. But damn, she looks fucking hot!

Luna stands in front of me, cocks her head and places the tip of her finger beneath my chin, “Close your mouth, Levi, it isn’t a good look.” She closes my mouth and struts past me.

“Luna.”

She spins around. “What?” She spits, her hand falling to her hip as the toe of her pump taps on the ground.

“I…I just,” I look inside the room and see Pres glaring at me from his place at the head of the table.

“I don’t want to know.” Her voice, fuck, it hasn’t changed. It’s just sexier; she’s sexier. I’m fucking hard.

My gaze falls to her feet and trails back up her long legs. “You look good, that's all.”

I step forward, and she steps back. “Save it.” Her gaze goes over my head and she peers through the window behind me. I look back and see it’s Pres she’s watching before turning and setting her sights back on me.

“What…? I was just saying.”

“Save it for your sluts.” Briefly, she looks me up and down, “Hope you enjoyed your party last night? Same old Chains, huh?” she turns away from me and all I can do is watch her leave. What? How does she know? My head isn’t clear enough to play games and work out riddles. Same old Chains… “Luna?” I call out but she doesn’t stop, instead she walks away like I never existed.

“Chains get your fucking ass in here.” Pres shouts, I know I should move, because making him wait even longer while I eye up his daughter isn’t going to help my cause, but still I don’t shift, not until she has disappeared from sight anyway. Even then, I’m too focused on the empty doorway she just left through. “CHAINS!”

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