Page 9 of Razor's Edge
Chuckles follow me to the bar. While I was so lost in that exchange, two more girls took the stage. That man is dangerous. I go around my section before grabbing the drinks for Mister Delicious and his men. I’m halfway across the bar when Lionel steps into my path, causing me to almost drop my tray.
“What the hell, Lionel?” This man is a piece of work.
He places his hand on my hip. “You make him happy. Don’t worry about other tables but his. Do I make myself very clear?”
I glare at him because this asshat just cost me money. “Are you fucking kidding me? That’s my fucking money you are playing with. Without those tables, I won’t make my damn rent.”
Lionel’s beady eyes narrow while his grip on my hips increases to the point of pain. When he starts speaking, the smell of his breath almost knocks me out. “I don’t give a fuck about your rent. The deal I’m working on is worth more than you. So, you make him happy, or you won’t have a job. Do I make myself very fucking clear?”
Is this asshole kidding?I haven’t gone out of my way to dig into this guy or his business. From experience, if I start down that rabbit hole, I’ll find things I don’t want to know because I’d have to report them, and I need this job. It looks more and more like that’s exactly what I’m going to need to do. I would never forgive myself if something happened because I buried my head in the sand.
“Do I make myself clear?” Lionel the asshole hisses at me.
“Crystal fucking clear, Boss,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Good, now go and do absolutely whatever he or his men want you to do—with a smile. And I mean everything.” I take a step back like I’ve been slapped. I will not go through that kind of thing again.
Fuck him and fuck this job. I tip the tray holding all the drinks for Mister Delicious and his men down Lionel’s shirt without another thought. Lionel’s eyes narrow, and before I can stop him or realize what’s happening, a hand connects with my cheek. I react, punching him in the nose with every ounce of strength. My fist connects with his nose, sending blood spraying everywhere.
“You stupid bitch! You just broke my fucking nose!” Lionel screams.
“I’ll be breaking more than that if I ever find out why Edge just punched you in the face.” The familiar, deep timber that causes me to soak my pants.
I close my eyes to stop the tears that want to escape. Then it hits me. Razor is in the strip club. What the fuck is he doing here? Where is his woman? There is no way in hell he would be here without me at his side. I finally get my emotions under control and lift my head to find Lionel white as a sheet. Whether from blood loss or the fact that Razor’s anger rolls off him and the number of his brothers at his back.
“Friend, I’ll take care of this man for you. Since this club is now mine, I think it would be most fitting,” Mister Delicious says, materializing out of nowhere.
Razor’s heat engulfs me when he steps into my personal space. “This is now your club?” The way he asks is like he’s promising death.
I’ve only ever heard him sound like that when he and the club went after the Snake Bite MC for what they did to his brothers, Vixen, and me. Something is going on here, and you can bet your ass I’ll be finding out who everyone is and what’s going on.
5
Razor
Imake my way to Prez’s office. This conversation will make my life very fucking difficult. I also texted Torch, Duck, and Pretty Boy to meet me there. Coin, Smith, and Wesson are setting up a new chapter of Hell’s Sacrifice to give us a midway point for our runs out of south Florida. That’s what Snake Bite MC started when my father and Fire’s father agreed. Now that they are put to ground, Torch and Prez did what they do best-starting a new chapter to give us the middle ground and help our numbers grow to combat the growing skin trade we keep stumbling onto.
I knock on Prez’s office door before pushing it open. “Enter,” Prez demands.
I push the door open and sigh when I see nearly everyone there. I take a seat in the chair across from him. I went in with my head held high, ready for whatever comes from this meeting.
“You finally decide to tell me what’s going on?” Prez asks, not missing a beat.
I study him trying to figure out exactly what he knows. If there is one thing I’ve learned from this man, it’s never to give out any information until you know what everyone else in the room knows. The only problem is that this time, no matter what he believes he knows, I’ve got to be a hundred percent honest.
“What exactly are you talking about?” I ask, leaning back into the chair.
“Star isn’t your woman. That baby isn’t yours, and let’s not forget you doing the one thing I told you not to do,” he states, leaning back in his chair and placing his steepled fingers against his lips. How the fuck does this man do this?
“Fuck,” I sigh, placing my elbow on my knees and hanging my head.
“Yeah. Son, did you seriously think you’d bring a random woman and baby into my club, and I wouldn’t know something wasn’t right? Boy, you’ve been miserable for months. Add the fact that you pushed Edge right out the front door. Well, some things just didn’t add the fuck up.” Prez sighs as my brothers come through the door. Well, here goes nothing, I guess.
“Hey, hey, I thought we were partying. This doesn’t look like a party to me,” Pretty Boy says.
“Are you going to stand in the door or let the rest of us in? I’m missing time with my woman to be here,” Torch states while pushing Pretty Boy out of the doorway.
“Good thing she’s already pregnant, or we’d never get you away from her,” Duck teases, closing the door behind him.
