Page 40 of Razor's Edge
“This is why we are here? To check on some drugged-up whore?” he demands, looking nothing like the easy-going man he usually is.
I ignore him and run to Candy, who is finally coming to. She takes in the men in the room and pushes herself into the headboard, looking like a wild animal. I approach slowly to not spook her any more than she already is. Candy’s eyes jump wildly from one man to the next, not noticing me.
“Razor, Pretty Boy, I need you guys to leave the room,” I say calmly like it’s any other day.
“We aren’t going any-fucking-where. I am not leaving you in here with a drug addict who is higher than a fucking cloud,” Pretty Boy says sternly, making Candy cry and cover her ears, curling into a small ball.
“She isn’t a drug addict! She has been forced and is suffering. She is my fucking friend, who held me while I cried over that man.” I point at Razor. “So, if you don’t get out willingly, you’ll do it by force. I may be little, but I know exactly how to take a man down with no effort.”
Pretty Boy doesn’t say a word before turning and leaving the room. Razor kisses me on the top of the head as he walks by me. “I will be right outside. I don’t like this, but I trust you. Please be careful.”
“She’s my best friend. Nothing will happen. We need a car, though, because I am not leaving her here.”
“I’ll call Prez and Blue to set some stuff up for her,” he says with a shake of his head.
Turning back to Candy, I slowly walk to the end of the bed. I kneel on the floor and sit quietly for a few moments. Once she registers we’re alone, she looks at me through her fingers. I give her a small smile and a nod.
“Hey, love bug. Whatcha been up too?” I ask her gently. Candy doesn’t say anything but slowly relaxes. “You know I’ve got some shit to tell you. Can I sit on the end of your bed?” I ask her, giving back the control she needs.
I swallow hard, beating back the memories trying to flood their way back. I can’t count the number of times Ice would flood my system with drugs to make me easier to manage while he did everything he wanted to do. We sit quietly until there’s movement on the bed.
“So, I think I’ve finally decided what I want to major in. Computer science and coding, you know, since computers are easy, unlike people,” I tell her, chatting to ease her nerves. “Also, I think I want a minor in design, you know? I don’t know. Hell, tomorrow, I may wake and decide I wanna go to clown college. We are so fucking young. Why do we have to decide what we will do when we live to be like a hundred?” I ramble, barely glancing over at her.
I drop my head to hide the grin on my face at how she is getting closer. “You know I’ve missed so much class over the last few weeks. I don’t even know if I can catch up. You know how our fucking Professor is,” I say with a shrug. I jump when she touches me. Candy lays her head on my shoulder and sighs, relaxing.
“I’m scared, Edge. What if I can’t get better? What if the memories are too much? The things they did to me … I crave the forgetfulness that comes with the drugs.” Candy sobs.
“Let’s get out of here and back to the club. We’ll figure it out there,” I say, softly looking at Razor in the doorway. He nods, putting his phone to his ear as he walks away.
“There are so many men there. I can’t be around men.” Candy shakes.
“We’ll figure it out, babes. But you can’t stay here. They will come back. You’ll never escape,” I whisper. I understand her fear. It's the same fear I felt. I cup her cheeks and look her in the eye. “You will make it. You have me, Vixen, and Lil’ Red. We’ve had something similar happen to us. Take a chance. Can you do that for me?”
Candy doesn’t move for a long moment before nodding her head. All the fight leaves her body, and the scared woman comes forward.
“Edge?” Razor asks from the door.
Looking over my shoulder, I fall even harder for this man. He doesn’t come into the room but stands outside it.
“What did Prez say?” I ask him.
“That since you are now in my room and Vixen is in Torch’s, we have room. Flyboy is on shift right now, but he and Riley will be there once he is off.”
“Awesome! Candy, are you ready to go, love?”
Candy’s eyes bounce between us before locking on Pretty Boy’s, standing behind Razor. Her eyes go wide as Pretty Boy’s narrow. This is not good at all, I don’t know what Pretty Boy’s deal is, but he needs to figure it out fast because I will never let anyone mistreat my girl. I’m already feeling guilty for leaving her here alone.
“Do we have an issue, Pretty Boy?”
He glares at me. “Just wondering why Prez keeps letting you and Razor bring nasty junkies into our clubhouse. All they bring is shit and fucking trouble.”
“Candy isn’t a fucking junkie, and if it weren’t for me and your fucking club, she wouldn’t have been targeted. So, if you want to have a fucking opinion, take it up with the fuckheads who did to her,” I nearly shout, rushing him.
Razor catches me by my waist. “Woah, woman, hang on before you get us both in damn trouble. Pretty Boy, wait outside and send in Coin. We’ll deal with this later.”
“The fucking bullshit. All you assholes getting your nuts tied up over a fucking woman,” Pretty Boy sneers as he turns for the door.
“The motherfucker,” I hiss, vibrating in anger.
