Page 25 of Razor's Edge
“She better,” Vixen says before ending the call.
It feels like hours have gone by when Flyboy and Riley step back, whispering. It doesn’t look fucking good. Flyboy points Riley to the bathroom before turning and waving me over. I slowly walk over to him. The sight of Edge still covered in blood, the swelling, and the growing bruises make me vibrate with growing rage.
“Riley is going to give her a sponge bath. I need your help lifting her so we can change the sheets,” Flyboy says.
“Once Riley is done, I’ll be moving her to my room. So, quit fucking stalling, and tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Her internal injuries are still unknown. She seems to have stabled out, and we got the bleeding under control. She needs to go to the hospital for a CT scan, MRI, and x-rays to ensure there isn’t any serious damage.”
“Let’s go talk with Moose and find out why we can’t. Little Red can help your friend wash her.”
“Yeah, okay, but we need to hurry!” Flyboy says.
Before I even have the door all the way open, all the guys are asking questions. Holding up a hand, they go quiet and wait. “Little Red, can you help Riley take care of Edge while we talk?”
Little Red stands on her toes, kissing Duck on the chin before walking by me silently. I head to the meeting room adjacent to church while the other officers follow me along with Moose. The prospect that went ten down with Duck is standing at the front door, staring down a very white and unmoving Star.
“What’s going on here?” Pretty Boy asks.
“She tried to sneak out in the commotion. All the while texting someone on this phone,” he
answers, handing over a burner.
“You really are a good one.”
“It’s my job to have your backs when you can’t. It’s why I’m here,” he says with a shrug.
“You’ll do good.” Pretty Boy says before turning back to me and handing me the phone.
I take my seat at the table across from Moose. “You mind telling me how you came to have a very badly injured Edge in your possession and why the hospital isn’t a fucking option?”
“Do you have any idea who she’s been seeing?” he asks.
“Some rich asshole who is new in town. What about him? He took over the club she was working at after she moved out about four months ago.”
“That is not just some rich asshole. For an IT and security guy, you really are shitty at your job,” Moose says snidely.
“You don’t think I don’t know that I’ve really fucked up lately and missed some shit? Fuck, I’ve had some serious shit going on around here.” I don’t like being called out by this fucker.
“Well, if you had done any fucking digging, you’d have known that asshole is the son of the Revera Cartel’s head. You’d also know they are not here by accident. They are here to take your club out so they can start moving drugs through here from Florida,” he says, sitting back in his chair, looking smug.
It takes about two seconds for the names to click in my head finally. “Get Star’s fucking ass in here now.”
I reach for the remote and turn on the big TV mounted to the wall before walking over and grabbing the keyboard for the computer we installed a few months back. I’m logged in and pulling up the file I’d been working on with photos of Isaias when Coin walks in with a struggling Star, who goes still and white as a ghost.
“Is this him?” I ask her.
Star nods her head. “That’s the strip club in town. I’ve got to get out of here. I can’t fucking stay here. He’ll fucking kill me for what we did. You guys have to let me go.”
“You aren’t fucking going anywhere,” Coin states, his arms crossed.
I turn back to the TV, shutting them all out so I can focus on the search for Isaias Revera. I now have a name and a face. It’s time to do what I do best or what I can with this system. It’s time we stop chasing our fucking tails and get the info we need to take these fuckers down.
The door to the meeting rooms flies open, all the men turning with their guns pointed at the intruder.
“Ummm, she’s awake and asking for Razor?” Riley states. I move without thanking her, going to my woman.
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