Page 14 of Razor's Edge
“Nah, the pool table is calling my name. Also, we wouldn’t want to bore this little lady here with all your couple talk,” I sing-song while walking away from them.
We play several rounds of pool, drink, and have a good time with my brothers when, out of nowhere, the screeching starts. “Razor, what the fuck are you doing out here?”
I groan, looking at the ceiling, praying for patience while reminding myself that killing this cunt would not be in my best interest. “What the fuck do you want?”
“For you to come get the baby, so I can get a fucking break! All she fucking does is cry and whine,” Star continues.
“She is a fucking baby, you stupid bitch. What do you expect her to do? Last time I checked, you were her fucking mother, and I was just—” Blue screams my name.
“Razor! Something's wrong with her!”
I rush past Star, meeting Blue at the mouth of the hallway. I take an incredibly quiet and still Starla from her. I check her breathing. It’s labored, but there, and she is so hot she might burn me. I look at Blue, not knowing what to do.
“Take her to the hospital. I’ll call Flyboy and let him know you are on your way,” Blue says to me.
I rush out the door to the cage, but before I can reach for the door, Torch's hand appears out of nowhere. I look at him pleadingly.
“I always got you, brother, always,” Torch says, pulling the door open so I don’t have to put Starla down.
I climb in, looking at Starla, who is whimpering slightly every few moments. “I got you, baby girl. I’ll always have you, baby girl. You have to fight for me,” I whisper to her.
“She’s got your blood in her. She'll fight and be just fine. Isn’t that right, Star Bright?” Torch questions her.
Torch’s words hit me hard because she's not mine at the end of the day. “But she’s not mine.”
“Let me ask you something. How old was she when you met her?”
“Maybe two months old,” I say, thinking back.
“So, you’ve been taking care of her in some shape, form, or fashion ever since. You’ve loved her, held her when she cried, made sure she was safe, loved, and taken care of,” he states matter of fact.
“Torch, what are you getting at?” I ask.
“We both know the baby Vixen is carrying isn’t technically mine, but what I can tell youisthe baby is mine. I’ll be the only father it ever knows. I’ll kill anyone who tries to tell me differently. Razor, it's time you face the facts. Starla is yours, no matter what happens with that bitch mother of hers. She is yours,” Torch says in a tone that reminds me, not for the first time, why he’ll be our club president before long.
“Thanks, man.” It’s all I can say. At the end of the day, he is right. Starla is mine, and she’ll always be mine no matter what. I’m going to pull my head out of my ass and find the bastards after her and Star. Only so Starla is safe and happy for as long as I have a say.
We screech into the Emergency Room entrance, coming to a halt at the doors where Flyboy is standing with a bed and a couple of nurses. He snatches the door open, not saying a word, taking Starla from me and starts shouting instructions. Flyboy is in medical school and is in his final year of residency specializing in emergency medicine. I follow them as they rush through the doors into the room they take her in and watch helplessly as my baby is worked on.
“She’ll be okay, Raz,” says the sweetest voice. I look over my shoulder to find the last person I ever thought I’d find standing there, looking as gorgeous as ever.
“Edge? What? How? When?”
“Vixen called. What’s going on?” Edge asks, coming closer to me.
“I don’t know. She wasn’t breathing right, and she was running a high fever. I’ve been absent the last few days … What if this is my fault? Edge, what do I do?”
“Razor. This is not your fault. There is nothing you could have done. Where was Star? What does she have to say about it?” Edge causes my brain to finally come back online or fuck, sober up enough to think clearly.
“I don’t know. I left as soon as Blue brought her to me. That’s a good motherfucking question. Where the fuck was Star?”
Memories race through my mind. She has been in and out an awful lot. When I agreed to protect her and Starla, the rule was that they stay in or on club grounds until I said differently. Where the fuck has she been going? And who the fuck has been helping her off the property? That bitch has some things to answer for, and she’s going to start answering them right the fuck now.
“Edge, I need you to stay with her. Whatever they need to do to save her, you tell them yes. I’ve got to make a call,” I tell her, and out of pure habit, I kiss the top of her head as I walk away, pulling my phone from my pocket.
I make it through the door as Pretty Boy answers, “Tell me she's okay.”
“Flyboy is still working on her and hasn’t said anything. Do me a favor fucking find her bitch of a mother and make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.”
