Page 53 of Razor's Edge
“The fuck you mean it’s your fucking job? Until your sister was found, you knew nothing about us and had no ties to this fucking club,” Duck says, vibrating with anger.
“All you need to fucking know is that I’m here and will always be here. So, where the fuck is the motherfucker’s father?” Moose growls, pissed.
“That’s a good fucking question. Why don’t we fucking ask that fucker?” Pretty Boy says with that grin, gearing up for some fun.
“I’ll start the show.” I smile wide, turning to the table with my perfectly sharpened razors.
I turn slowly with one in each hand, walking to Isaias, who stares challengingly. Once I make it over to him, I don’t say a word. I reach forward and run my blade down his arms slowly. Isaias never moves or breaks eye contact. His glare holds so much hate I'd be dead if he could kill with his eyes.
“To be completely upfront with you. You will not make it out of this barn alive. You’ll tell me what I need to know, or something that could take seconds will take hours,” I tell him, my tone conversational.
“I see you’ve finally returned my whore,” he says, nodding in Star’s direction.
Hurt crosses Star’s face and pulls at my heartstrings for a moment. The reminder of everything she has done to my family and me snaps those strings the next second. I use her to my advantage.
“Your whore? You were fucking around with my brother’s sloppy seconds,” I say, smirking at him.
Storm clouds fill his eyes so fast that I don’t even believe for a second that he knew. This man thought Star was his and only his. Time to rattle his cage. I step away from him, turning my back in the ultimate show of disrespect as I close in on Star. Reaching out, I use my knuckles to tilt her head up, so she is looking me in the eye. She is sober and understands everything going on. I take a deep breath, locking down the side of me that feels bad for what’s coming.
“Tell him, doll. Tell him how you would get on your knees and suck cock like you would die without it. Or how you would lay on your back on the pool table in the middle of the club while brother after brother had their turn with you,” I goad.
“That’s bullshit. She wouldn’t do that without being told to. Shut the fuck up,” the asshole hanging from the ceiling screams.
I smirk over my shoulder at him. This asshole is weaker than we thought. I nod at Coin, who makes his way over to him, punching him in the stomach. “Thank you, brother, for shutting him up.” Torch sighs before lighting his torch.
The four men hanging on either side of this asshole struggle and fight against their binds. When they moved their little organization into our town, these assholes had no idea who they were coming after.
Stepping away from Star, I turn with a wide smile. “Let’s get this party started.”
The brothers around me all smile, grabbing their torture device of choice. Isaias is all mine, though. I step into his personal space, talking quietly so only he can hear what I have to say, “You will suffer twice as long as Edge did after you beat the shit out of her.”
He smiles, so I know I won’t like the words about to come out of his mouth. “Oh, she was so, so sweet. The softness of her body as it gave way to my fists was like nothing I’ve ever felt. So, giving. Didn’t even bruise my fists.”
His words hit me like a bull to the chest. I don’t break eye contact or blink as I slowly slide the double edge razor into his thigh, making sure to miss all major arteries. It takes a split second for his body to register what I’ve done.
The pissant screams, getting a few points for not wiggling around to escape the pain. It’s time to up the game. I slowly pull the razor out of his leg, leisurely running it deep enough to cut his skin but not enough to cause any real damage. I watch with sick satisfaction as he grits his teeth to not scream.
“Look who found his balls,” I say, smiling at him.
“When I get out of this, I’m going to burn everything you have and make you watch as I bend that sweet little Vice—no, no, you call her Edge—over and fuck her. Then I’ll let each of my men have a turn until she is barely hanging on and make her watch as I kill you,” he hisses.
The monster inside me roars at the idea of someone else touching my woman. Growling, I let the tight hold I’ve had snap. Using every perfected technique to cause the most amount of pain with the lowest chance of death, I don’t let up. The asshole’s taunting laugh turns to a scream for mercy, to simply whimpers. Stepping back, I return to my senses and take in the damage in front of me.
The thing in front of me has nothing but strips of skin covering his muscles. There are more cuts and slices than anyone would be able to count. I don’t stop the evil smile on my face as I take in my handiwork.
“Damn, brother, I don’t even know how you do what you do, but fuck, it is a work of art.” Coin slaps me on the shoulder.
“Yeah, well, the name’s not Razor for nothing,” I tell him.
“I always thought it was because you are on the razor’s edge of losing your shit.” He chuckles as he dances away from my fist.
“You are a fucking pain in the ass.”
“Never claimed to be anything different,” Coin throws over his shoulder as he cleans his tools.
Turning back to the man in question, I shrug at the small ounce of defiance he has left. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You were very informative and helpful. I’ll be sure to let your father know you say hello.”
Pulling out my gun, I place two rounds in this man. One in the head and one in the heart. I look around and find all the men have been taken care of. Everyone is cleaning up their weapons and getting ready to clear out. It’s also the first time I realize my phone has been ringing since this started.
