Page 42 of Razor's Edge
“I guess, ask Coin to help.” Edge places a kiss on my chin before going back to the bathroom.
Making my way outside, I find all the guys standing around, shooting the shit while waiting. The two prospects are bringing out boxes and putting them in the cage. I look around, not seeing Torch or Vixen.
“Where the fuck did Torch and Vixen go?”
“When Torch saw the living room and then the commotion in the bedroom, he hustled a very pissed Vixen out and into the car before taking off,” Smith chuckles.
“When she’s not pregnant anymore, she will kick his ass for making her leave Edge and Candy when they needed her,” Wesson says, shaking his head.
I chuckle, he is not wrong. Vixen must be fuming that Torch wouldn’t let her stay. I understand it. If it was Edge that far along with my baby, I wouldn’t want her in the middle of this shit. The vision of Edge swollen with my baby and Starla on her hip slams into me so hard that I have to hold my breath. That is going to happen. I just have to get my ring on her finger first. There is no way in hell she would have my baby any other way.
“Razor, brother, you good?” Duck asks, bring me back.
“Yeah, I’m good. Coin, Edge needs your help getting Candy out of the shower. She’s passed out and can’t get out on her own.”
“Why me?” Coin asks with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t even know this woman.”
“She seems to think you are the least intimidating, growly, and oversized,” I tell him, holding my pointer and thumb together less than an inch apart.
Coin flips me off with a glare. “Fuck you, asshole. There ain't nothing little about what I got.”
“Not what Edge seems to think.” I push him.
“Can we get a fucking move on out of here? I feel eyes on us, making me itch,” Wesson says seriously.
“Fuck it. I’ll fucking do it.” Pretty Boy hisses, standing off his bike and heading toward the apartment.
“Pretty Boy, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Edge is pretty fucking pissed at you right now.” I stop him with a hand on his chest.
“Do you always do what your little bitch says?” He glares at me.
“I’ll give you this one. I can tell you have something going on. But hear me when I say they won’t find a speck of fucking blood next time. Understood?” I growl.
“What the fuck ever. Let’s get this done. Seems collecting junkies is what we fucking do now,” Pretty Boy sneers, looking over his shoulder at Duck before bringing his eyes back to me.
“Let it go,” Smith says as he and Wesson hold Duck back.
“Fuck you! I don’t know what the fuck your issue is, but coming after me and mine is the fastest way to be put to fucking ground. I don’t fucking play,” Duck yells.
Pretty Boy drops his chin to his chest, and when his eyes meet mine again, the demons and ghosts he hides so well look back at me. “Let’s fucking get this done. I’ll hold the commentary. Trust me. I am who you need.”
“Trusting you has never been a question. Just, your reactions today aren’t invoking it,” I tell him.
“I got this. I may not love, damn, I don’t even fucking like it, but I know what to do.” I watch him before turning to lead him into the apartment.
When we round the corner, the same prospect who came into the clubhouse when Moose brought Edge home stands with his back to the door. I raise an eyebrow, not liking that he’s lurking.
“I didn’t know when you would be back and wanted someone close if Edge needed help. There is also a back door, so I wanted to be sure someone else couldn’t enter without someone here,” he says, head held high.
“Good decision. Now go finish getting the rest of Edge’s shit and get ready to blow this place. There are eyes on us. We need to move,” I tell him before walking into Candy’s room.
Knocking on the bathroom door, I wait for someone to answer. Edge asks for Coin to come in, and I don’t like it. She is covered, but it’s only in underwear and a bra. The possessive asshole that lives in me is not okay with this. I cut my eyes over at Pretty Boy.
“Eyes in my head and not anywhere near Edge,” he says, holding his hands up.
Pretty Boy pushes the door open and steps in, leaving it open. The glare Edge gives him could send anyone's soul straight to fucking hell. I wince, thankful I’m not on the receiving end of it.
“I asked for Coin,” Edge says, standing in his way.
