All My Tomorrows Are Yours: LUNA MOON SERIES BOOK 1

by Tia KENZIE

  “Fucking hell Luna! I can’t believe it. Bitch, you must have a golden pussy or something. What the hell! Oh Luna, crap, do you know what you’ve done? No, well I’ll tell you. I know I said Doby was scary, well fuck me, he’s got nothing on Rome. Rome is not only a sex God, his family are also scary, and dangerous too.”

  “Talia! What the hell does that mean, dangerous?” I’m getting a really bad feeling about this.

  “Listen to me. I don’t know anything for sure, but the rumors say his family are connected to the Mafia and Rome is deep involved in it too. Although, I’ve never seen him do anything mean. But bitch, that guy is a man whore, a total man whore. Fuck, he probably impregnated you with his kiss, and you have a mini Rome cooking in the oven as we speak!"”

  I start laughing at this. “Shut up! I have nothing in my oven, I can assure you. But really Talia, the Mafia? That’s bullshit. What, because he’s called Rome, he automatically has to have ties to the Mafia? Nah, that’s just rumors getting out of hand. Plus, I don’t care if he’s a man whore. It’s not like I’ll be kissing him again.”

  “No bitch, Rome is his nickname. His full name is Matteo Romero. That Mafiosi enough sounding for you?”

  “Oh Fuck. What the hell do I do? I didn’t do anything, he approached me and was all in a deep voice, ‘hey, you stole my heart, so you get to keep it and that means I can’t exist without you’, then he left. I think he was messing with me, taking the piss.”

  “Hah, that is fucking funny, hearing your deep, sexy voice. I still can’t imagine him saying any of that bull. He usually just ignores everyone, or if he does speak, he just snaps at them. The Glory Chasers have been trying to lock him down for years, but he takes no notice of them. It’s funny to see them try though.”

  “I thought you said that he’s a man whore. How can he be if he turns down the Glory chasers?”

  “Yeah, he visits clubs like, all the time. My brother sees him, so I know what I’m talking about. He is one dirty ass bitch Luna, you need to stay away from him. I mean, yeah he’s hot as fuck, but he’s probably crawling with diseases.”

  “Well, I don’t know what to tell you Talia. I’m not after kissing him again. But he was smooth and sexy; his voice was just…” She cuts me off, in a teasing voice. “Bitch, did you come in your panties with his sexy voice? Have you met your match? You know, with your kissing superpower and his voice superpower, both bringing an epic O, fuck, I bet it’s explosive. Promise me you’ll record your first time with him, for my spank bank, pleeeeease.”

  “Fuck off you perv, I’m going now, byeeeeee.” I ended the call chuckling, because she’s funny and she was also so fucking close to the truth. I nearly did come in my panties!

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  Chapter 13.

  I tried to contact Colt last night, but he ignored me. I really need to tell him about Dante being engaged. Something isn’t right, and I’m hoping Colt knows how to help.

  I make the decision to go to him. I know he’s said I shouldn’t attend the club, because it’s not a place for me. But I really don’t know what else to do. I’ve spent most of last night crying for Dante, I just get the feeling he needs help.

  I thank the Uber driver and find myself standing outside the doors to Colt’s clubhouse. Taking a deep breath, I smooth my hands down the front of my band t-shirt and skinny jeans, trying to prepare myself.

  Lowering my shades to cover my red-rimmed eyes I push through the door.

  I enter a large open space. There’s a bar to the left side, tables dotted around and large comfy sofas hug along the side wall.

  A tough looking, long haired, bearded man shouts from behind the bar, he’s working at. “Wrong door love, turn yourself around and leave before you get eaten.”

  Laughs echo around the room. Stealing a glance, I see a whole load of tough looking dudes, dotted about. They are all dressed in a mix of dark clothing and denim, and none of them look entirely friendly. And they all are staring at me!

  I take a deep breath and approach the bar.

  “I said take a hike love.” The beard man growls at me. “You’re in the wrong place, plus we don’t serve children.”

  Fuck, I can’t believe Colt is actually a part of this moronic club.

  “Is this the Highway Wolves Club?” I ask, in a nice polite manner.

  “Yeah, still not serving you though.” Beard growls at me.

  A slightly more normal looking guy with short hair and no beard, sat a couple of stools away turns his head, observing me. Not in a pervy way, more just an enquiring way. “Ignore Bolt sweetness, he’s old and cranky. What do you want with this place?” Good, he seems kinda normal.

  “I’m looking for Colt. Is he here?”

  Normal guy’s eyes widen. “What do you want with him? Did he give you a good time and now you’re back looking for more? Sorry to disappoint you sweetness but we have a rule, we never do repeats. Now I know you aint ever took a ride on my love machine, but I’m willing if you are.” He drawls, in an annoying, condescending tone.

  He stands from his seat, approaching me. He smiles wide, showing a set of perfect white teeth. Shame he’s so leery and creepy. He’d be attractive otherwise.

  I take a step back. “I don’t think so dude. I just need to see Colt, is he here or what?”

  Mr. Creepy halts, laughing. “Relax love, I’m only messing. He’s out back with his old lady. Do you want me to call him?” He takes a phone out of his back pocket, readying to make a call.

  “What the hell’s an old lady?” I ask, confused. It can’t be his Nan; she lives in Florida.

  “Who the hell are you?” A feminine voice asks from the back of the room.

  Looking up I see a beautiful, dark haired woman approaching me. She’s tall and slim, with light blue eyes and an olive skin tone. The black wrap-around dress she’s wearing makes her appear elegant, her black, very high-heeled shoes adding to the illusion. She looks so out of place here, more so than me.

  She stops in front of me. “What do you want?” She asks, snapping her frickin fingers at me!

  “A drink.” I reply, because fuck me, this bitch is intimidating.

  She turns to Bolt, the bartender, and snaps her fingers again. “Serve her.”

  Bolt raises his brow at me in question.

  “Vodka,” I reply, “please.” Because you know, I do have some manners, unlike the stuck-up bitch in front of me.

  She glares at me with an icy stare.

  On second thoughts, I look back at Bolt, gulping. “Make it a large one please.”

  Mr. Creepy laughs at this, obviously thinking dirty thoughts about what I just said. Bitch turns to Mr. Creepy and slaps him across the face. Fuck me! He doesn’t say anything, he just goes back to his stool and drink.

  I take my large vodka and have a big ass drink of it. Who the hell is this bitch?

  “What do you want with my husband?” Bitch asks me.

  I startle, coughing as I take a sip. “I don’t want anything with your husband. I want to speak with Colt.”

  “Lune, I need you to leave.” Is shouted at me.

  Looking up I see Colt walking towards me. He looks angry, probably because he said he never wanted to see me in this place. I’m tired of being treated like a child. He too came from the back of the room, and a group of suited men are trailing behind him.

  He walks right up to me, putting an arm around my shoulder. He takes the drink out of my hand, placing it on the nearest table, then pulls me towards the door.

  “Lune, you need to leave right now. I’ll call you in a bit.”

  What the hell? “Colt, I need to tell you something, something’s happened and I need to tell you...”

  “Later.” He growls at me, still pulling me along.

  “Stop!” A shout comes from the sofas to the side of the room.

  Looking over I find it’s an older, dark skinned male, wearing a dark suit and shiny black shoes. I'd not noticed him before.

  “What is your
business with my son in law miss?” He asks me. I must look like a startled rabbit. I don’t even know what they’re talking about.

  Bitch approaches me, her finger pointing in my face. “Are you fucking slow or something? What do you want with my husband?” She shouts.

  “I don’t know your fucking husband, so fuck off, I’m leaving.”

  I turn away from her, but I feel her grab my hair and pull my face around. She lands a massive slap against my cheek. My shades fly off my face and my cheek stings like a bitch. Oh, my fucking God! What was that for? Without any thought, whatsoever, just gut reaction, I see my arm fly out and I throat punch the bitch! She drops like a sack of shit to the floor, grabbing her neck. There’s a collective gasp from around the room.

  I look around, my eyes landing on Colt.

  “Who the fuck is her husband Colt?”

  He sighs, wiping a hand over his face. “Me Lune, It’s me.”

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  I swear to God above, my heart stops beating at that point, forever.

  I’m in shock, I must be. No way did Colt just say that bitch is his wife. I pull myself out of Colt’s arm and collapse on the nearest chair. Luckily, it’s at the table with my unfinished drink. So, I pick that sucker up and finish it.

  Slamming the glass back down I make a slow perusal of the room. Bitch is still laid on the floor, clutching her throat, drama queen! The suited guy who spoke earlier is at her side, ordering her to get the fuck up! He has an aura of authority about him, which leads me to believe he’s somehow leading the group of suited men with him.

  The tough looking biker dudes have gathered in a group behind Colt and me. Well, I say Colt and me. They are actually surrounding Colt, I’m just off to the side, exposed and alone, as per usual. What’s new eh?

  “Lune just leave please. I’ll contact you later.” Colt tells me, in an urgent voice.

  “No! She stays!” Scary man shouts, glaring eyes of pure evil at me. They are pale blue, which I would normally find attractive. However, on him they just look dead and evil. Damn, he’s one scary motherfucker.

  My skin prickles as I now realize I’ve walked into a bad situation. Slow eh? I should have left as soon as Colt told me to. But you know me, I’m not exactly great at reading a situation.

  Scary man approaches, taking the seat across from me. I sense Colt stiffen but he doesn’t say anything.

  “Luna Monroe, I take it. It’s a delight to finally meet you.” Scary man says, in a slow, accented voice. He holds his hand out for me to shake. I offer mine but he surprises me by lifting it to his lips and kissing my knuckles, slowly, one at a time.

  Now, I’d like to say I was repulsed, and swiftly pulled my hand away, as you do. Unfortunately, I can’t. I have to admit I found the gesture quite erotic. His kisses were feather light but each one sent a jolt of electric straight to my core. Fuck me! For an older guy, he is quite attractive. Oh, go on, I admit it, he is extremely attractive.

  Dark hair slicked to the side, those pale blue eyes in his olive-skinned face. Yep, definitely does something to my inner skank!

  He leans towards me, getting closer, which is when I notice a tattoo sneaking out of his shirt, at the base of his neck. I can’t tell what it is, but it’s all dark ink. Is this guy part of the MC?

  “Luna, I have been waiting to meet you. But I now find myself in a difficult position.” He releases my hand, leaning back in his chair. He crosses one leg over the other and rests his hands on his leg. I am not getting a good feeling, at all, about this.

  Nervously, I pick my drink up. Noticing it is empty scary man snaps his fingers. Bolt rushes forward with a replacement for me.

  “Thanks,” I whisper, giving Bolt a small smile. I take a big gulp, sigh, then slam my glass down. “Do I know you?” I ask, which comes out steadier than I thought it would.

  There’s an air of danger about this man, I feel like I’m sat with the devil himself. A very attractive devil at that. Then I have a thought. Fuck! Please don’t tell me he’s my dad! Jesus, this is too much. I grab my drink and have another gulp. I can feel the effects of the vodka already. I mean come on, I don’t exactly drink much at all, so it’s gone straight to my head.

  “No Luna, you don’t. But see, someone asked for my help….so they could help you. I offered that help, in good faith. You may ask yourself why?”

  He looks at me, as if I’m going to ask him. I don’t, I just stare back. “Luna, it was I who helped bring you home, from Switzerland. There was, shall we say, obstacles in the way. I used my expertise to remove those obstacles. In return for my generosity, I was offered something, very valuable.” He pauses, looking at me.

  Oh, go on then! “What were you offered?”

  “You Luna. I was offered you.” He smiles a sickly, quite pervy smile.

  I jump up to my feet. “Fuck off you pervert. You can’t fucking buy me, I’m not for sale.” I make a run for the door, but in a flash one of the suited men has grabbed my arm, dragging me back to the table. I’m pushed forcefully back into the chair I had just left.

  “Never touch her again!” Scary man bellows at the man who grabbed me, slapping his hand on the table. I’m really scared now. I look around for Colt. His eyes are already on me, his look conveying pure defeat. This breaks me, because damn, if Colt can’t help me then I know I am in serious trouble.

  Scary man takes my hand in his again. “No dear, I have no interest in you, in that way. I can appreciate how beautiful you are, but my tastes are accustomed to a decidedly different breed all together.”

  Huh? “You mean you like men?” I ask.

  He belly laughs at this. “No dear, not at all. Now…”

  He’s cut off when bitch shouts out, “just kill the fucking bitch papa, she dared to lay a hand on me.”

  Looking over she’s now laid on one of the sofas, still clutching her neck.

  “Silence! This is not your decision, Maya. You had one job to do, which you failed. All you had to do was keep your man happy and portray a happy marriage. But you cannot execute that simple task.” Fuck me! At least I know it's not a good marriage then. He turns his attention back to me. “Less of discussing my personal life. The simple facts are you now owe me for saving you, from whatever hellhole you were thrown into. I was offered the chance to take over your guardianship, meaning… I can decide on the path of your future. So now, shall we say, your life is in my hands.

  I had no idea how I would choose to use that power, but from what I just witnessed here, I can see that you have fire. You are a feisty little thing. I can imagine you have many talents, that, I could utilize.”

  “I haven’t got a clue what you mean. You want me to throat punch someone for you?” I’m confused.

  He laughs again. “No, my dear Luna. What I want is for you to use your fire, and your feisty little attitude. I have a proposition for you.

  I have a nephew who has been pulling away from the family for quite a while now. It is now time to bring him home, to us. He seems to be under the impression he can live his own life, without family responsibility. I can never allow that to happen.

  I have a feeling that you could keep the interest of my nephew, for more than 10 minutes. Then he will take his rightful place alongside me, with you.”

  What the hell? “You want to pimp me out to your nephew?” I ask. Fuck a duck. He’s crazy.

  “No, that is repulsive. I would not demean you in that way. What I want, or rather what I propose, is you and my nephew together, as husband and wife.”

  He cannot be serious. “Yeah, I don’t think so. I’ve got a boyfriend anyway, so, no!” Well I thought I had, chancing a glance at Colt, to find him with his eyes closed and head hanging.

  I really want to walk out of here, away from this psycho. But I know he will stop me. Scary man clicks his fingers, loudly. All at once his men pull out a gun each, aiming them at Colt. My eyes widen and I feel the tears falling. There’s nothing I can do to stop them.

  “Don’t cry de
ar. Do you know why our weapons are pointed at Prince?”

  Huh? “Prince?” I whisper, my blood running cold.

  “Yes dear. You know him better as Colt, but to everyone else he is known as Prince. Ring any bells?”

  Well fuck me sideways. Colt is Prince, he has been all along. I’m not sure if I feel happy to finally know, or totally destroyed that he deceived me in this way. Colt has obviously known my whereabouts for a very long time. I feel absolutely gutted. I look at Colt who has snapped his head up at this, I can see the devastation in his face. I’m still crying as I look away from him.