Page 26 of Razor's Edge
Edge
Fuck. Why do I hurt so bad? What the fuck happened? Was I in an accident? Think, bitch. What was the last thing you remember?
I was with Isaias. We’d just gotten to the house with the party. We went to the office. The memories hit me like a freight train. The conversation with Senior Revera and what he was demanding of me. A flash of Moose crosses my mind, making me even more confused. The softness of cloth and words jars me out of the memories. I hold my breath and lay stiller than I ever thought I could.
“Edge, it’s okay. We won’t hurt you!” A familiar voice says.
“She’s not awake,” an unfamiliar voice says.
Moaning, I try to open my eyes. Slowly a little light makes its way through them, causing needles to stab the back of my eyes and my brain. Fuck, this sucks, but I need to know where I am and what the fuck is going on. I also need to let Razor and the men know what’s happening. First, though, I’ve got to figure out where the fuck I am.
“Shit. She is awake! What do we do?” The unfamiliar voice asks shakily.
“Go tell the men she’s awake.”
“Me? I can’t do that! I can’t fucking go out there …”
“You have to. If she opens her eyes, it needs to be to someone she knows so she doesn’t freak out,” the familiar one says.
There’s a deep sigh before a very soft voice asks, “Okay. Where are they?”
“When you leave this room, hang a right. At the end of this hall, hang another right until you see another hall just past the church doors. They’ll be behind the first door on your left.”
“Okay. But I don’t fucking like this,” the unfamiliar voice mutters before the door opens and closes.
So, I’m at the club. I let out a breath, unable to stop the groan of pain that breaks free. I try again to open my eyes. Slowly, my left eye opens, and Little Red is right above me, her bright green eyes so much like Moose’s. I can’t process the emotions before a tear slips free, racing down my face into my hair. Relief—I’m so fucking relieved. Yes, pain and fear are there, but the biggest and brightest is my relief for being in the only place that has felt like home since my mother passed.
“Riley went to get Razor and Flyboy for you. Just relax, Edge. They will be here in a second,” she says.
Relax? Did this woman just tell me to relax? She has lost her mind if she thinks I can relax. I try to say something, but pain shoots through me so swiftly that I nearly blackout. I breathe as deep as I can with my ribs hurting the way they do. The door flies open as Razor rushes in with Flyboy and several other brothers. I’m taken aback by Vixen’s absence, but there must be a good reason.
“Fuck, baby, you scared the hell out of me. There was so much blood. Fuck, I thought we had lost you. I can’t lose you, Edge. You are the light in my life.” Razor’s words cause fissures in the wall I’d carefully constructed around my heart.
“Razor, man, you have to give us some space to fucking work,” Flyboy says from my other side.
“Damn sorry, man,” he replies, and then he is gone from my line of sight. The fear that washes through me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. The pressure increasing on my arm doesn’t help the fear.
“Something’s wrong. Her blood pressure spiked,” the unfamiliar voice says calmly.
“Edge, babe, I need you to calm down. We will have to take you to the hospital if you don’t,” Flyboy says sternly.
I can’t stop breathing fast. I need Razor. Where did he fucking go? He can’t leave me like this. He promised me I would never know pain like this again. I fight the pressure on my arm. If he’s not here, I can’t stay.
“Hey, hey, Edge. Breathe, it’s okay! You are safe here. You know that,” Razor says calmly, taking my hand and stepping into my line of vision.
“Her blood pressure is coming down. What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. It’s fear making her BP spike. Razor, you will have to hold her hand and try to stay out of the way. She needs you to calm her,” Flyboy says.
“Not a fucking problem.”
“Alright, Edge, I need to ask you a few questions. Are you up for it? Blink once for yes, and twice for no. I have no doubt your jaw hurts too bad to speak,” Flyboy says with a soft chuckle.
I blink once.
“Perfect. First, on a scale of one blink for, not too fucking bad, and three blinks for, give me all the meds, how much pain are you in?”
I blink three times and then blink three more. Give me the good shit. Getting the shit kicked out of you fucking hurts. Everyone in the room chuckles.
