I Am The Luna

Chapter 0345

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.

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

music is blaring through the open garage entrance where a few cars are lifted,

glancing around. I can’t see

of petrol hits my nose and I clear my throat.

“Excuse me,

if I can

garage, seeing no one, and just when I think maybe there really isn’t anyone here, I see a

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

you doing, Val!

+15 BONUS

deaf?” I

slides out from under the car and I’m staring at a deliciously chiselled torso with zero fat and

Tattoos I recognise…

my mouth as my gaze snaps up

find myself staring into one grey eye

I know all colour has drained

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

“Zade…”

are coursing through me, and I spin around,

what to do.

out of

coming to a halt. I

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

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

I’ll check it,” he says,

for five years. His deep husky voice sends