Page 23 of Razor's Edge
“I’m the man trying to help an ally, which is what you’re supposed to do,” the prospect says, never wavering in his stance or tone.
“Glad to see you’ll stand by your word. The thing is, we can’t have someone talking to officers like that with no consequences,” Duck says before laying the man out with one swing.
“Well, as nice as that was to watch, you mind helping me get your fucking woman out of the car and get her some fucking help,” Moose asks, clapping his hands as he comes through the door, looking pointedly at me.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t have a woman,” I question as a pit opens in my stomach.
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“Dammit, son of a bitch. Vice, you fucking promised I’d never find you like this again,” Moose growls.
I must be dead because there is no way Moose is here. Vixen told me he left after I walked out of the club. While his sister stayed with Duck to start over, Moose promised to stay in touch and went on his way. The last anyone heard, he was working out west somewhere, still working on trying to bring down the biggest players in the skin trade. Since he’s a fucking ghost.
“Talk to me, Vice. Who the fuck shit kicked out of you?” Moose asks.
Why is he asking me questions? Shouldn’t he be helping me get to the other side or something? Why do I hurt so badly? Where’s the fucking light I’ve always heard about?
“Moose?” I figure if he’s here, maybe I can ask these important questions. Maybe it’ll distract me from the pain wracking my body.
“Thank fuck! At least you’re not fucking dead.”
“Wha—How?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters right now is getting you fucking looked at. Dammit!” Moose explodes.
“Don’t worry, Moosey. I’m ‘kay. Take me home,” I try to say. My voice is slurring as though I’ve been drinking, but I don’t remember having anything.
“Don’t talk, love. I don’t know what’s broken. Just be still and quiet until I can figure something out.”
“optital,” I mumble, hoping he can figure out what I’m trying to say.
“Are you fucking kidding? Those fuck heads are crawling in everywhere like fucking cockroaches. I’m taking you to the club. They have to have someone with medical expertise,” Moose replies with determination.
“No, no, no, not there. They don’t want me there. You can’t take me there!” I try to get out, panic now coursing through me. “No club. No, Moosey.”
“We don’t have a choice, love! They’re the closest, and you aren’t looking so good!”
Fuck, this isn’t going to end well for me. Then, I’m dragged into the abyss again.
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Razor
“No wonder she didn’t want to come here,” Moose mumbles, turning and leaving the room.
“What the fuck are you going on about?” Coin demands.
“Why don’t you come and fucking see for yourself! I can’t stay much longer, or it’s all for fucking nothing!” Moose throws over his shoulder.
I look back at Star sitting in the chair, not knowing what to do with her. Fuck it all. I’ll let the guys deal with whatever Moose is going on about while I finish my questions and get the damn answers I fuckingneed. Before I can ask her anything, Duck speaks.
“Oh fuck! Is that fucking Edge?”
Turning, I bolt for the door. I make it halfway across the room when the front doors fly open, and Duck rushes through with a limp body in his arms. When I see her long blue-black hair, my feet glue to the floor while boxed emotions flood through my body, making my head swim.
“Take her to her room. I’ll meet you there,” Flyboy says, disappearing down the hall at a run.
