Page 22 of Razor's Edge
The door bangs open, and Star begs and pleads to be let go.Well, bitch, your time has run out. It’s time we get answers.Wesson drops her in the empty chair, and Star instantly tries to get up and run. I step into her path, and it’s as if she doesn’t even see me. Star bounces off my chest, landing on the floor with a thud.
Squatting, I whisper, “Get your nasty ass up and sit the fuck down. If you try to run, things will get so much worse for you. Do not fucking make me tell you again.”
Star nods, scrambling back and climbing into the chair, sitting with her chin to her chest, sniffling. Standing to my full height, I tower over her. Since I met her, I’m finally taking in her appearance for the first time. Her hair is stringy and dirty, she has small sores sprinkled across her face and arms, and she is so thin that she can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. There is no way I’ve been so lost in my shit that I missed this. For shit’s sake, security and IT are my specialties. Yet, I’ve been stuck so far up my ass that I don’t know how I’m still in charge. Prez should’ve released me of my duties when I lied to the club about who this fucking bitch was and knew she brought drugs in. When I’m done with her today, I’ll be stepping down to get my head on straight.
No fucking more!
“Star, what the fuck did you fucking do?” I growl.
“Nothing, I swear. It was an accident. Razor, I swear I wasn’t trying to hurt our baby. I swear!”
“First, everyone in this room knows who you are and what’s going on. Second, if you don’t start telling us what you fucking know, and fast, you’ll find yourself in a very dark hole.”
“Razor, please, you know me. I would never hurt her or any of you. You’re protecting us for your brother. You gave him your word. That means everything to you,” she says with a sly smile.
“I don’t know you! I know you were fucking my brother, that is all. I gave him my word to protect Starla. Starla is a baby, so I had to protect you too because you told my brother you were breastfeeding. But Starla is better off without you. Seeing as you have no interest in being a mother.” Star gasps as if I struck her. “That’s right. I no longer need you to care for Starla. So, you are done here unless you have information that can help us.”
A sick satisfaction fills me as all the glee and snarkiness bleeds from her eyes.
“Where do you want me to start? I’ll tell you everything I can remember,” Starla states, twisting her fingers in her lap, her shoulders slumping forward.
“Start from the beginning and work your way to how you are getting the fucking drugs seeing as we made it very clear that drugs can come through this town but not fucking stay in it. Also, you haven’t been allowed out of the clubhouse, much less out of town, without a motherfucking shadow,” I say, my voice getting harsher and harsher as I speak.
“I was just a stripper when the Revera Cartel showed up, taking over the club I worked at. Isaias Revera and his handpicked men started coming in until, one day, they owned the club. They started running drugs, money, and even women through the club. I spent a lot of time trying to catch his attention, not wanting to be another one of the girls. His second-in-command started to take a liking to me. It wasn’t long after that when your brother started as a bartender. I didn’t know what they were going to do. I swear, Razor, I was just doing what I was told,” Star says, tears streaming down her face.
“What happened next? How the fuck did he get tied up with those motherfuckers?” I bellow, standing and throwing the chair I was sitting in across the room.
The tears fall down Starla’s cheeks like a black river feeding the darkness. The need to hurt someone is a breathing monster inside of me. If this sorry excuse of a woman in front of me doesn’t tell me what I need to know quickly, I’m going to hurt her. She finally makes eye contact. Whatever she sees in my eyes must terrify her because the little color in her face drains, leaving her looking even sicker.
My patience runs out. Pulling my gun and sticking the barrel to her forehead, I exclaim with deadly intent, “You better keep that cock sucker of yours moving, or the last thing you’ll see is the barrel of my gun.”
Starla shakes even harder but nods vigorously, “When he first started, all he wanted was to bartend. He wasn’t looking for anything else. One night, while Isaias and his men were in the club, they saw how people were drawn to him. He had such a pull that you wanted to know whatever he did, and you’d do anything to hear it. Isaias liked that. It meant they could get him to sell, then people would come back, and he would bring in customers. Isaias sent one of his guys to talk to him about this new opportunity, but your brother turned them down flat.”
My breath gets stuck in my lungs. He was clean? Trying to stay clean? How could it all fall apart so fucking fast?
“How did you get him hooked and a part of the Cartel? Talk faster. I’m getting impatient.”
“The guy I was seeing got the idea of inviting your brother to a party with the higher-ups and promising more money. I was so excited to help what I thought was my man grow his business that I didn’t question it. I spent the night convincing him to go to the party. He—”
The door behind me bursts open, and in runs the prospect from the gate. “That guy who helped get Vixen back is here, and he says it’s important.”
Coin jumps up with his gun out and yells, “Did we not tell you not to disturb us? Are you fuckin’ asking to have a bullet in the brain?”
The prospect stands to his full height, a dark look shadows his eyes. “He’s fucking covered in blood and says it’s a matter of life or fucking death!”
We are all taken back when he stands his ground. He’s always been in the back, talking when needed and doing as he was told with no questions. Seeing him stand against not only a brother but an officer is beyond fucking shocking.
“Are you going to fucking come and see what’s going on? Or are we going to stand here and measure dicks?” he growls, his fists balled at his side.
“Can you not see we are fucking busy? Tell that asshat to take his problems to someone else,” I growl out. I’m over this shit. I’m ready to figure out what these fuckers did to my brother.
“You’re fucking … Yeah, I’ll go let him know. Not what I expected from this club….” He says under his breath.
“Wanna say that a little louder?” Pretty Boy questions, pushing the kid harder.
“The club I joined wouldn’t turn away someone in need for a revenge opportunity.” The prospect speaks so fiercely we can’t let him get away with it, but he just earned everyone’s respect.
Duck slowly walks over to him until there is no space between them. “Who the fuck do you think you are, coming in here like you fucking own the place?”
