Luna made it the entire week without pissing off Alex.
No thanks to Asa. He wanted to see her one afternoon but she was in the library with Alex. Asa didn’t want to see Alex, however because he still wanted to kill him.
So, Asa paid a limo driver to back into Alex’s car.
Alex loved his car and the news didn’t go over well. He left Luna to check on the damage. One of Asa’s guards appeared and brought her back to his place.
Luna was excited to see him and jumped on his sofa. He was cold in return, and still sore from his stab wound. Asa sat on the coffee table in front of her and lit a cigarette. He offered her one but she declined.
“How’ve you been, babe?” he asked.
“Okay,” she said, “…except Alex took all my stuff.”
“I don’t want to talk about Alex, female. I asked about you.” Asa was perturbed.
“I’m fine,” she corrected herself, “What about you, sir? Are you okay? Does it still hurt?”
Asa took a drag then exhaled.
“Yes of course it still hurts Luna, you fucking stabbed me.”
“Sorry,” she offered.
“Do you want to see it?”
“It was your fucking idea and I think you should see it.” Asa put his cigarette down and started to undo his shirt.
Luna stood to walk away but he grabbed her tight by the wrist.
“Sit back down,” he growled.
She plopped back down but he kept a hold of her wrist. He squeezed it harder until she complained, then he finally let go.
Asa finished undoing his shirt, then held it open.
“Look at it.” he demanded, but Luna looked down and rubbed her wrist.
Asa used a fistful of hair to reposition her face. She gave up and looked. The scar wasn’t gross like she feared. Much of the detail was lost in his tattoos.
Then Luna realized, one of his tattoos had taken a direct hit …to the face.
The demented tattoo of a woman she hated so much, was no longer discernable. The skin had pulled and fused in a way it caused the entire image to look awful. Luna wanted to smile but refrained.
“Oh, so you’re proud of it now,” Asa said nodding.
“No sir,” she cowered.
“Yes you are. You never liked that bitch.”
“I never told you that.”
“You never had to.”
Asa picked up his cigarette then started to button his shirt.
Luna wanted him to forgive her. She reached over to touch his knee.
“Get your fucking hand off of me,” he ordered.
Luna backed off but wanted to know why.
“You didn’t mean what you said to Michael about us? Did you?”
Asa looked at her.
“You‘re damn right I did. I‘m not very happy with you, Luna.”
“I’m sorry,” she pled.
“Sorry, doesn’t cut it! You tried to kill me!”
“No, I just didn’t want you to leave.”
Asa hesitated in disbelief.
“That doesn’t even make sense, Luna!”
It made sense to her.
“If I decide to fuck you again, I’ll let you know,” he said, “until then, you need to grow up.”
Luna looked at Asa. He glared back at her. She ran from the room. Asa yelled for her to come back but wouldn‘t chase her.
Luna made it back to the library before Alex noticed her missing.