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.

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

Alternate Rock music is blaring through the open garage entrance where a few cars are lifted, one with missing wheels, another with an entire smashed bumper.

I get out of the car, glancing around. I can’t see anyone…

The strong smell of petrol hits my nose and I clear my throat.

“Excuse me,

is anyone here?” I ask, trying to hear if I can catch a heartbeat over the blaring music.

I enter the garage, seeing no one, and just when I think maybe there really isn’t anyone here, I see a pair of legs in dirty torn denim jeans sticking out from under a red car.

the thick muscles that are in those torn jeans… two chains

are you

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deaf?” I mutter.

the car and I’m staring at a deliciously chiselled torso with zero fat and pure muscle. And a

Tattoos I recognise…

is in my mouth as my gaze snaps up

staring into one grey eye and one… milky white…

face is emotionless, and I know all colour has drained

seventeen months gone… 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 light stubble

“Zade…”

through me, and

what to do.

out of here!

slow down, coming to a halt. I have so many questions in my mind, but

leave the car here! I’ll just take it back with me.

when I hear him

car, I’ll check it,” he says, making me

who had said nothing for five years. His deep husky voice sends shivers I

key in my hand. Do I leave it with

away, I

he

the garage. The graffiti–covered

owner is.

you been

I find myself

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