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.

the threat, but he remained still,

gave me one last look. "X," he said with a

slowly once they left, turning to Ryder. "Sorry about that. Have you

myself with organizing supplies, stacking oil containers back into their drawers, trying to look casual despite the sudden tension in the

an appointment," Ryder replied, his eyes tracking my movements as I continued to collect scattered parts from the floor and returned

employee here?" he asked, curiosity evident in

pulled out my appointment book. "Yes. This shop is mine. Only mine." Pride

you in tomorrow at five. We'll see how

me. I train in

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

for?" he asked,

you understand who I am, what pack I'm from. That you're doing this freely and all the small print stuff," I explained. "This is a legitimate business that I file taxes on. Just the same as

clipboard under his

echoed, stepping out from behind

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

don't fuck him,

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

would kill him," I warned her, though the thought of

"Wouldn't that be a

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

motorcycle while I stood in front of mine, shoving keys and other essentials into my backpack wallet before strapping on my helmet. It wasn't

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

us now. The shop's interior was soundproofed, but

Ama, revving my engine.

rode past Ryder, and his eyes never left me. There was something in them I didn't understand, something

pulled into the driveway of the my house. My heart sank as I spotted Martha standing on the porch, arms crossed, her face twisted in that

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