Page 21 of Razor's Edge
“My son here seems to think differently,” he says, standing from the big desk. He slowly comes around, leaning back on the edge.
Isaias pushes me forward until we’re within an arm’s reach of his father. His father runs the backs of his fingers down my face slowly.
“I see why you’re called Vice,” he says before clicking his tongue. “It’ll be a shame destroying such a lovely woman.” He growls the last word, squeezing my jaw tight enough to leave bruises. “But I will if it means getting what I want. That little motorcycle gang is in my way, and you’ll tell me how to destroy them.”
“I don’t know anything. I’ve nothing to tell you,” I whisper.
“We shall see about that, won’t we?” He lets go of me so swiftly that I fall back into a hard chair. Hands land on my shoulders, keeping me in place. I breathe deeply, beating back the panic coursing through my veins.
“You see this here? This photo shows you cuddled up to the VP’s little bitch. This one shows you getting out of the car after spending the day with another one of the club cunts.” The older man drops image after image into my lap.
“I never said I wasn’t friends with them. That doesn’t mean I’ve got any fucking idea of the comings and goings of the club!” I try to look as innocent as possible.
“Well, seeing as you are such good friends with them. You are going to help us spy on them. That way, we can get them out of our way.” His eyes are cold and dark. He would not hesitate to kill all of us in this room—his sons included.
I don’t say a word. I just stare back at him, considering my options. There is no chance in hell I’ll make it out of here by force. My only prayer is that it doesn’t hurt too bad.
“I won’t help you. No matter what happens here today, I’m not helping you get anything on the club.” I look first at the older man and then at Isaias. That fucker drops his eyes, not even trying to help me.
“That wasn’t the right answer, my dear girl!” he sighs.
Air whooshes out of me when a fist connects with my stomach. The hands on my shoulders keep me from folding over in pain. I struggle against their hold, trying to get away. The first found of pain doesn’t register when more explodes across my cheek, making my head spin. I drop my chin to my chest, wrap my arms around my middle and bring my knees up, trying to hide whatever I can from the blows they’re raining down.
“That’s enough,” someone says.
“You aren’t getting soft on me over one little slut, are you?”
“No. Is this necessary? If she’s as close as we think she is, beating her up will not do anything but piss them off,” Isaias says placatingly.
“I don’t give a fuck. If this bitch isn’t going to help us, she’s fucking useless,” he snaps at Isaias. “Take care of her. We’ll find another way to deal with those assholes.”
The hands holding my shoulders let go so abruptly that I hit the floor, smacking my head. My head spins. Rough hands grab my ankles, pulling me across the floor. I kick out, trying to catch whoever it is off guard. A satisfying male grunt and the pressure on my ankle slacking causes a little hope to shine in the darkness I’m swimming in. I reach for the light, using everything I have in me to fight and struggle to get out of this shitshow. I get free and crawl across the floor toward what I’m hoping is the door, only to stop at a very expensive pair of shoes.
I look up the long legs, across the jacketed torso, over the strong jaw, and come face-to-face with the monster Isaias keeps hidden behind the sweet and caring mask.
“You could make all this stop. We will take care of you. If only you agreed to help us take the trash out,” he says, squatting to my level.
Anger for my stupidity and blindness, for once again not following my instincts, claws its way through me like an infected wound. I hold my head as high as I can. This time, the pain will be worth everything to protect those I love. I’m going to die tonight but dying for what I believe in causes peace to rush over me.
“You can go fuck yourself. You can kill me tonight, Isaias, but you will never bring down Hell’s Sacrifice. They are twice the men you and your ragged bunch of thugs will ever be. Do your worst because I’ll die before ever helping you!” I hiss, never wavering.
“As you wish!” Isaias says, and everything goes black.
Before the darkness swallows me whole, I send one last prayer to whoever is listening for the protection of the club, Vixen, the baby, Torch, Starla, but most of all, Razor. I pray he’ll have everything he’s ever wanted and deserves.
11
Razor
We roll into the clubhouse and park our bikes in one swift move. For the first time in, I don’t know how long, I feel like I can breathe. I still have so much to do to get through this. Finding out how that bitch got the drugs into my club, much less giving them to Starla. Getting Edge back from the asshat she’s been seeing. Finding the man who is after Star and Starla. In whatever order it takes to solve all those problems. Thankfully, I can start solving that list right now. Star is going to tell me where the drugs came from. For the first time that I know of, a woman will end up in the basement because I will find out everything tonight. The bitch has been hiding stuff from me, and that shit stops today.
Walking through the door, everything is quiet, unnervingly so. Only Pretty Boy and Coin sit at the bar. A single chair is in the middle with all the other furniture pushed to the side. I don’t even try to hide the evil grin. Hurting women doesn’t usually get me excited, but this woman has hurt my family for the last fucking time.
“Figured you wouldn’t want a party for this,” Pretty Boy says with a tilt of his head.
“You are correct. Wesson is bringing the cunt in now.”
“Gladly!” Wesson chuckles.
