Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Xena's POV

Leonard threw his hands up defensively. "That was one time!"

"One time too many," I muttered. I washed my hands and grabbed my camera, picking the best angle.

Click.

"Perfect," I said. The photo would make an excellent addition to my portfolio. I could sense Logan's impatience, his protective big brother vibes radiating across the room. He didn't want to leave me alone with Ryder, that much was obvious.

I'm fine, bro.

I sent through our mental link and put the camera on the counter, slipping on gloves to clean my workstation.

I don't trust him, Logan replied, his mental voice tense.

I sighed, gathering used supplies and tossing them into the proper bins. Ama will

be with me, and if you're late again, Dad will kill you.

There was a pause before Logan's grudging response. Fine. I want to know exactly when he leaves. It was an order.

But we both knew those didn't work on me. I smirked. Yes, sir.

The three boys-Logan, Leonard, and Samuel-stood and headed toward the door. Logan paused beside Ryder, tension crackling between them like electricity.

"I don't think I need to tell you to treat my sister appropriately," Logan said, his voice low and threatening.

still, controlled. "I'm not

he said with a

to Ryder. "Sorry about

supplies, stacking oil containers back into their drawers, trying to look

to schedule an appointment," Ryder replied, his eyes tracking my movements as I continued to collect scattered parts

you the only employee here?" he asked, curiosity evident in

and pulled out my appointment book. "Yes. This shop is

you in tomorrow at five. We'll see how long you can sit, then

"Works for me. I train in the mornings,

with a pen. "Here's what you need to fill out. Leave your paint sketch, and bring cash when you come back with

these forms for?" he asked,

this freely and all the small print stuff," I explained. "This is a legitimate business that I file taxes

under his arm. "Alright. See you tomorrow

echoed, stepping out from behind the

out the door, Ama bounced over to me, her green

fuck him, I will!" she exclaimed, fanning herself

shook my head. Ama was boy-crazy but had her limits. For

would kill him," I warned her, though the thought of Ryder's intense gaze made my stomach

wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Wouldn't

despite myself, locking up the shop. Standing outside, I took a moment to admire the storefront: "Road Rebel Garage" in sleek, metallic lettering against matte

other essentials into my backpack wallet before strapping on my helmet. It wasn't until my leg swung over the bike's seat

me goosebumps. "Almost," I replied to something Ama had said, though I'd missed

shop's interior was soundproofed, but out here,

my engine. "I need a run to burn off

I didn't understand, something wild and ancient that called to a part of me I'd kept

as I spotted Martha standing on the porch, arms crossed, her face twisted in that familiar

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