Page 3 of Razor's Edge
“Woman, if we don’t shower right now, I’m going to fuck you again. When I get done with you this time, you won’t even be able to move, much less consider a damn shower.” He stands from the bed with me still attached to him.
Once in the shower, we can’t keep our hands off each other. Eventually, when we are all pruned and can’t stand being in the shower any longer, we quickly wash, dry off, then fall into bed.
We spent the rest of the night just talking about everything and nothing. Right here, right now, everything is perfect. I’m exactly where I should be. My heart is full and happy for the first time since my parents died.
If only I’d known he would never be mine, and all this meant nothing.
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Razor
How can one’s life get so fucked up? I had it all: my club, my brothers, and the start of something amazing. The past four months were absolutely amazing.
However, I should’ve followed Prez’s advice and left the life I had before he found me where it should be—in the fucking past. Did I listen? Did I do as he asked me to? No, I thought I knew it all, and no one would ever know I looked them up. How wrong I was. Once I had the number, I had to talk to him.
Walking into the club’s main area, I find Edge standing at the bar, talking to a club girl, and head in their direction. I want—no, I need to talk to her. I can’t tell her what’s going on, not now. I pray it doesn’t cost me everything.
I make it halfway across the room when Star steps in front of me, running her finger up my arm. “Razor, baby, are you ready for bed?”
“Where’s Starla?” Fuck, this woman is a piece of work.
“Our daughter is in her room sleeping. Your mom, I think that’s who the woman was, offered to feed and put her to bed so I could enjoy the party,” she replies, wrapping her arm around my neck. “Let’s go to your room,” she says, loud enough for everyone around to hear her.
I growl. “I’m going to check my system and then on Starla. I’ll meet you there.”
I walk toward Starla’s room and find Blue, Torch’s mom, rocking her as she fusses. I reach for her when I walk through the door, cradling her to my chest while rocking her side-to-side. Starla instantly calms.
“She trusts you,” Blue says, handing me her blanket.
“I don’t know why. This is all so crazy,” I mutter under my breath.
“Razor, I don’t know what you are doing. What I do know is this isn’t right. This charade you have with Star isn’t going to last.”
I open my mouth to tell another lie or make an excuse, anything to keep my house of cards from crashing down. Our eyes meet, and anything I say now is just calling her ignorant.
“I don’t know, Blue. I’m just taking care of my family and being the best fucking brother, I can.”
“I know, Razor. You need to remember you can’t do it all on your own. We are all here for you,” Blue says before walking out the door.
I sit on the rocking chair, looking at the only innocent party in this. Once Starla is asleep, I lay her in her bed and head to my office, where I’ll spend my nights until I can figure something else out. I’m so lost in my head that I run right into the only other person I would give my life for.
“Shit, sorry, Edge.” I grab her arms to keep her from falling over.
“It’s all good, Razor.” She takes a deep breath, fixing to say something that will wreck me.
“In the morning, I’ll be out of your way. I’m moving out and ask that we avoid each other anytime I come to see Vix.”
“Edge, please. You don’t understand. I just need time.” I’m practically begging her. She wavers for a second, then the shutters are in place, and I can’t read anything.
“Razor, I’m not going to be the reason that baby's parents aren’t together. I wish you nothing but the best with your new life,” Edge says, swallowing hard to hold back the tears.
She pushes by me, slamming the door to her room. Before that door is fully closed, I hear the sob she can no longer hold back.
I want to tear this club apart piece by piece, but I can't. I've got a club and a baby girl depending on me. I rein in the rage that is so close to boiling. The razor-fine line I walk along just got smaller, and I’m not sure I’ll make it. A shower and another conversation with Star are necessary to ensure we’re both very clear on expectations. I make it through “our” bedroom door to find her getting ready to walk out the door looking like the whore she is.
“Where the fuck do you think you're going?” I growl, trying to rein the monster in again.
“To the fucking party. Just because I agreed to be here with you doesn’t mean I’m going to be stuck in this shit hole of a room,” she says with a hand on her hip and a sneer on her lips.
