Page 52 of Razor's Edge
“Help me, please. I need to go to the emergency room. Please, it hurts so fucking bad.” I cry.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Edge, we can’t leave the compound. The brothers said it wasn’t safe,” the weasel of a prospect says almost shyly.
Pissed that this little jackass has the audacity to tell me he can’t take me to the ER, I growl, “I don’t give a fuck what they fucking told you. If you don’t take me to the ER now, I’ll fucking take myself.”
“I can’t,” he starts before taking a deep breath and standing tall. “I won’t allow you to leave the compound.”
I glare, dragging myself out of bed, sliding my shoes on, and grabbing my purse. “Like I said, I’ll take my fucking self.”
The little shit stands between me and the door. As he reaches for me, sharp pain slices through me, and I scream. The longest-standing prospect comes through the door and pushes past the jackass. He looks me over before reaching out.
“What happened? Did he hurt you? Did he fucking touch you?” he asks so quickly that I can’t fucking keep up.
“No to everything. I need to go to the fucking hospital. Something is very, very wrong. I can’t wait for the brothers. I have to fucking go right the fuck now,” I hiss before a wave of dizziness hits me. “Help me! Please fucking help me,” I tell him as everything goes black.
I wake as I’m placed on a rolling bed with bright lights above me. There are voices around me, one of them familiar. I turn my head to find a worried-looking Riley standing beside me. I smile at her as the pain returns, causing me to scream out.
“Edge, it’s okay. We’ll get you all taken care of,” she says sweetly, pushing my sweat-soaked hair out of my face.
“I need Razor. Riley, please, I need him. It hurts so bad.” I cry.
“I know, love, we are going to get him. Just relax, and we’ll get you all fixed up,” she says softly.
“I need Razor.” I cry, letting go of all the control and walls I’ve built around myself.
Letting myself need someone for once. Not being strong enough to hold it all together.
“Just rest, and you’ll be fixed up. Razor will be here before you know it,” Riley replies.
I do as she says and lay back, closing my eyes. Warmth spreads through my veins, and blackness takes over me. Riley will do exactly what she said she would. The pain will be gone when I wake up, and Razor will be here with me.
28
Razor
“Where the fuck are these guys?” Wesson grumbles.
“I don’t fucking know. Everything we’ve been able to find about these guys tells us they should be right here. Right the fuck now,” I say distractedly, watching all the cameras displayed on my iPad.
“They have to know we are fucking on to them and aren’t coming. I don’t fucking like this! They’ve taken this way every fucking day since they came to our town,” Wesson continues with a growl.
I nod, unable to respond. It’s taking everything I have to stay focused. My gut is screaming at me to go back to my woman. Something is wrong. My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I ignore it, staying focused. I can’t let my brothers down by being distracted. My phone finally stops but just starts ringing again. As I reach into my pocket, there is movement on a camera.
“We’ve got movement,” I say into the mic. I shift around, setting my iPad up to free my hands.
“Eyes on the prize. Detonation in three, two, one,” Smith counts as the first car flips, stopping the other two in their tracks.
We all break from our hiding spots, slowly surrounding the two cars. I snatch the back driver's side door, and sitting there, looking mad as hell, is the prick from the strip club. I grin evilly at him.
“Look what we have here if it isn’t the shit-for-brains who loves to hurt women? Now you get to play with me,” I whisper before bringing my gun down on his temple.
It takes us about ten minutes to get everyone alive bound and ready for transport. Once at the barn, we string everyone up from hooks hanging from the ceiling. Coin and Moose come through the door with a struggling and pissed-off Star. When she spots everyone bound up, she stops struggling and hangs her head. She has nowhere to go.
Moose looks around before turning to us in pure anger. “Where the fuck is the dad? This only works if they are all here.”
Torch glares back, standing toe-to-toe with this asshat. “What the fuck aren’t you fucking telling us? Why does taking these assholes out mean so fucking much to you? You may have been helpful, but then again, trouble always turns up when you show up. I’m sick of your shit and all these fucking games. Speak.”
“It’s my fucking job, asshole! I take care of shit and clean up the messes that come your way,” Moose says without blinking.
