Page 11 of Razor's Edge
“I’m going with,” I say, coming to my feet still mostly sober.
“Are you sure, brother? Strip clubs aren’t usually your thing.” Coin looks a little worried.
At this very fucking second, I’m not sure of anything except I’ve royally fucked up. So why not continue fucking shit up and head to the strip club? Maybe that’s exactly what I need. New surroundings to clear the fog and figure out the next step to finding the Reveras and taking care of them. I nod and follow them out. I throw my leg over the only true love in my life and fire her up. The rumble brings me back to my center. This is what I’ve needed, to ride without expectation.
We make it to the club quickly. I contemplate just continuing, leaving it all behind, and starting over. But my brothers would follow me. I also can’t leave them to clean up my mess. I’ve never run and hid. I damn sure ain’t going to now. We make it through the door, and it’s like every other strip club.
It’s dark, and the walls are painted black with what looks like glittery shit mixed in. The bar is on the right side. I can tell it’s been used and abused even from the door. There is a stage with a total of three poles. Ninety percent of the lighting is coming from there. The music is so loud I can’t even hear that little voice inside. Fuck, mine may be too drunk to make a sound. Pretty Boy takes a sharp left, heading for the back corner of the room, where there is an open table.
We make it only halfway to the table when fate, the fickle bitch, shows her face because Edge is standing there in all her stunning glory. Reading her body language, I can tell she is pissed. I don’t know why or what I’m thinking, but she’ll never fight on her own. She’ll always have me at her back, even if she doesn’t want it.
Before I can make it over to her, she not only tips the tray of drinks she’s holding down the guy’s front, she rears back and punches the fucker in the face.
It takes everything I have not to kill this slimy piece of shit and be done with it. Both Pretty Boy and Coin lay a hand on my shoulders which is the only reason I don’t. Edge unconsciously leans slightly back toward me, telling me everything I need to know. This woman is still mine. I just have to get her to listen to what’s going on so I can bring her home. Her smell wraps around me, making me hard enough that the zipper of my jeans bruise my dick.
A Spanish accent pulls me from my musing, and I find a well-dressed man with his men at his back looking at Edge with concern. “Friend, I’ll take care of this man for you. Seeing as this club is now mine. I think it would be most fitting.”
We make eye contact, and the man’s eyes narrow like he is trying to place me. “This is now your club?” I ask.
“Yes, it is. Lionel here seems to have, what do you say, fucked up!” the well-dressed man states.
“Well, it’s good to know who is in charge around here,” Pretty Boy says, pulling me away.
“Before you go, do I know you?” the dark-skinned man asks me.
“I don’t think so, my friend. We’ll be in touch,” Pretty Boy answers.
“No, you. The big one with the dark hair and unnaturally blue eyes,” he says, stepping closer to me.
“Nah, man. We’ve never met,” I tell him because something about him is rubbing me the wrong way.
“Edge, let’s go.” I grab her hand, so she’ll follow me.
“I think she’s good here, my friend,” the man says, wrapping a hand around her arm.
I get stiff at this. I look at Edge gauging her reaction. When she steps into his hold, pulling away from me, what little amount of light I had is gone.
“Heard loud and clear.” I nod before storming out of the strip club to do what I do best—find out everything I can about this asshole and take it away, just like he has from me.
6
Edge
Igo against my stupid heart and listen to my head for once, stepping away from Razor into the mystery man that is my new boss. I’m not looking to be saved or for a man. I’m just not strong enough to handle the pain Razor causes me. Mister Delicious’ fingers flex on my hip when I step into him, making me aware that I’ve pleased him.
“Come, my dear, let’s get to know each other a little better while Lionel here goes and cleans up his face,” he tells me, not even glancing at Lionel.
He guides me to the table sitting me to his right, never losing contact. Once I’m seated, the adrenaline washes away, leaving only nerves and fear.
I just walked away from men that would, without a doubt, never let anything bad happen to me to spend time with a man I’ve only just met. Maybe, I’m more like my cousin Vixen than I ever imagined.
“Are you okay, Cariño Mío?” Mister Delicious asks.
“I don’t know to be honest. This has been a lot, and I think I’m ready for bed,” I huff out with a small laugh.
“Stay and have a drink with me. Then, I’ll make sure you get home safe and sound,” he says with a bright smile.
“I don’t think I should.” Having a drink with this man scares the shit out of me. But after everything I’ve been through lately, it sounds damn good.
