Page 39 of Razor's Edge
“You know not to mess with me. I always retaliate,” she says like it’s nothing before going back to washing her hair.
“You know this is war, right?” I ask her after spitting out my toothpaste.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way!”
I chuckle, leaving the bathroom and getting dressed before going to the bathroom to help brush her hair.
“Do I have any clothes here?” she asks, leaning on the door frame in nothing but a towel.
“Yes. Vixen left you some from when you left a few months back,” I tell her, pointing to my dresser.
Edge gives me a wide smile. Through all the bruising, she is still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. It takes us about fifteen minutes to get ready, making our way into the great room. I'm not surprised to find half the club waiting for us.
“Fucking A! It took you long enough. I thought I would have this baby before you decided to grace us with your presence,” Vixen says, sliding off the stool she was perched on.
“Being this fucking dramatic doesn’t suit you!” Edge says, chuckling.
Vixen sticks her tongue out at us. We stand around just talking and catching up before heading to Edge’s old place. I’m taken aback when Torch gets into a cage instead of his bike.
Duck shrugs. “Vixen can’t ride at this point in her pregnancy.”
“That makes fucking sense. I thought that man had lost his fucking mind.” I kiss Edge’s forehead before placing on her helmet.
Speeding down the road with my woman wrapped around me is the most centered I’ve been in a while. Edge rides like she hasn’t missed a day on the back of my bike. Her luscious breasts against my patch make me so fucking hard. There is no fucking way anyone will miss it when we get to the apartment complex.
21
Edge
Being back on the back of Razor’s bike is like coming home. I close my eyes, enjoying the wind on my face, letting all the stress and worry of the last six months melt away. We wind our way through the countryside and make our way into town. Even though I’m relaxing, Razor doesn’t for a moment. He is keeping an eye on everything around, making sure the Cartel isn’t hiding somewhere, ready to take us out at any moment.
Pulling into the parking lot, I do not see Candy’s car. She’s almost always home at this time of day. There is also an expensive car in the lot. Razor backs us into a parking spot, helping me off the bike. My feet aren’t even on the ground when I’m snatching off my helmet and bolting for the door. Something isn’t right. I just fucking know it.
“Motherfucker, Edge, fucking wait!” Razor yells at my back. I push harder as heavy boots meet my ears.
I need to get in there. I need to get into the apartment. The need to get to Candy is scary. There has only been one other person I’ve felt this way for. I make my way through the door, not even registering that the front door is unlocked. Candy always locks that fucking door.
The place is nasty as if she hasn’t cleaned since the last time I was here. I turn to go to our rooms when the sight of a burnt spoon, lighter, tiny baggie, and syringe catches my eye. What the hell is going on here?
“She doesn’t do drugs,” I whisper.
“What did you say?” Razor asks, causing me to jump and gasp.
“Razor, I don't know what’s going on here, but this isn’t right. Candy doesn’t do drugs. She keeps this place so clean you could eat off the floor. Something isn’t motherfucking right.”
“Hey, okay, get outside with some of the guys and let us look around. We’ll figure it out.”
“I—I—I don’t know….” A moan stops my words.
“Edge, don't you dare. Go outside and let us handle this,” Razor says, but I ignore him. My best friend needs me.
Making a beeline for her bedroom, I burst through the door to find a scene right out of a woman's nightmare. A fucking suit is on top of a crying Candy. Her arm is hanging off the bed with old and new track marks, her clothes are torn, and her makeup runs down her face. She is so damn high she probably doesn’t know what’s going on. I gasp at its sight, bringing the suit’s attention to me.
His eyes go wide before narrowing on me. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
“Well, she isn’t, motherfucker,” Razor says before stepping around me and punching the fucker, knocking him out cold.
“Get this asshole out of here,” Razor demands. Pretty Boy comes around the corner, his eyes narrowing on Candy before looking back at me.
