Page 95 of Luna
“To protect us from what?” JC roars, and I freeze as my brothers’ scents reach me. The first is familiar and just as vile as I remember—Fabian’s lemon and black licorice scent burning my nose.
The other two are new to me. Bourbon and cedar is the strongest of the two, almost eclipsing the sea salt, sage and driftwood scent.
Based on the fiery edge to the bourbon and cedar scent, I’m guessing the alpha scent belongs to JC. Which leaves Matías with the beta scent.
Fabian’s head snaps toward my brothers, his nostrils flaring. “Watch yourself, little brother. You may be an alpha, but you are not my equal.”
JC grinds his teeth, anger flashing across his face as he bites back his response.
“Fabian, please. Tell us what’s going on,” Matías begs.
“Fine. I lied to you because it would protect your memory of your sister. She’s the one who shot and almost killed Christian. It’s why I was keeping her locked in her room, but she still managed to escape a few days later.” His lips turn back up into a smirk. “But what our sister doesn’t know is I’ve known where she was the entire time she’s been gone. From the moment she stepped off the compound property, I had someone following her every move.”
My eyes widen as I realize what that means.
“That’s right, Mariana—oh, wait. You go by Luna now, don’t you? But to answer your unasked question, yes, I know exactly who took you and why. In fact, I was the one who tipped off his men to where you were.”
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
I feel Christian tense behind me, and I wish I could remind him not to react. We can’t give ourselves away before we’re ready.
“Christian, why don’t you undo that gag and see what Luna has to say for herself.”
As soon as the gag falls away, I take a step toward Fabian’s desk.
“Uh uh, little sister. Stay right where you are. I don’t trust you anywhere near me.”
“And you shouldn’t, you lying, manipulative bastard.” Unable to voice my thoughts on just how much I hate him in English, I switch to Spanish. “Are you so stupid to believe your own lies? Or do you think everyone will just believe anythingthat falls from your lips? No one in their right mind would think I could shoot Christian. I don’t know why you’ve hated me my entire life when I’ve done nothing except exist. What I do know is that I hate you. I hate everything you stand for, and Papa would be so disappointed in you.”
Fabian throws his head back as he laughs, only stopping when an alarm sounds. “What the fuck is that?”
I barely manage to keep myself from smiling, knowing it’s Sinner’s Pride MC attacking the compound from all angles.
When his phone rings, he snatches it up. “What the hell is going on out there?”
He listens for a moment, his eyes flashing with anger. “Seriously? Right now? Fucking handle it!”
“This is you. I don’t know how, but I know you’re involved,” he hisses, launching his phone at me.
I barely manage to duck in time to keep it from smashing into my face.
“What the hell, Fabian?” This time it’s Matías who screams at our older brother.
“Shut your fucking mouth, Matías.” Fabian slams his hands onto his desk as he stands. “You’ve proven that you’re able to shut up and take alpha commands well, meaning you’ve been useful. Don’t fuck that up now by thinking you mean something to me.”
“Don’t talk to my brother like that,” I hiss.
Fabian shakes his head, laughing. “Really? You’re worried about me hurting your little brother’s feelings when you’re about to die? Your priorities are warped, little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl, Fabian, and I haven’t been for a long time. Now stop stalling and tell me why the hell you’ve had it out for me for as long as I can remember.”
He considers me for a moment, sucking on his teeth before nodding. “Okay. Sure. I’ll humor you. You’re right, I do hateyou, and I always have. I hate you because you shouldn’t exist. If my mother hadn’t been killed in Colombia, you wouldn’t exist. Our father never should’ve moved on from his scent match. I should’ve been his only child. At least JC and Matías are men, so they could turn out to be useful. But you?”
He scoffs. “Not only are you female, but you’re a fucking omega. All you’re good for is marrying an alpha who will fuck your hole until you're pregnant with his child. Yet, our father doted on you, talking about you being involved in the cartel like that’s a woman’s place. You were always too high and mighty. Bragging about how fucking smart you were, skipping grades. Dating his best friend’s son and getting engaged before you even designated.
“Do you know he was talking about having Christian help me run the cartel after he was gone? All because he didn’t want to disappoint his precious daughter. As if I’d let that happen. He lost his way, so he had to be taken care of.”
Silence follows his declaration, and I fight the urge to vomit.
