Page 29 of Razor's Edge
“There is so fucking much that you don’t know. Tomorrow...”
Edge moves faster than I thought possible, going to her feet and looking at me with nothing but cold disdain. “How fucking dare you!There is so much I don’t fucking know? You fucking played me! You took the last of what little hope in happily ever after I had and incinerated it. I was nothing but easy pussy. I was your own private fucking club whore while you started a family with fucking trash. You made me the other woman. You don’t respect me. You never fucking did. I don’t know what fucking game you are playing, but once this is all taken care of, I am out of here. I’m in this mess because of the fucking club.”
The thought of her leaving snaps any control I had over the monster inside me. I move off the bed, stalking Edge step for step as she retreats, staying just out of my reach. She jumps when her back meets the wall, and I don’t stop until we are nose-to-nose. I take in her face and rein in my desire to manhandle her. The bruising everywhere is a stark reminder I cannot do that.
My hands flatten on the wall around her, leaning forward and running my nose up the side of her neck. Her scent soothes the raging beast. I lay a soft kiss under her ear before nipping it. Edge jumps at the small bite of pain.
“Now that I’ve got your fucking attention, you better hear me and hear me fucking good. You were never just easy fucking pussy or the fucking side chick. You were and are the light in my life. You are the only person to ever settle the raging monster inside me. What you saw and what you think you fucking know is all a motherfucking lie.” Edge opens her mouth to speak, so I lay a finger on her lips.
“No, not tonight. Tonight, you will lay that very fine ass in my bed and fucking sleep. In the morning, we’ll talk about everything. I swear to all that is holy, if you keep sassing me, if you keep your shit up, I’m going to fuck you, and we both know you can’t handle that right now. Do I make myself very fucking clear?”
We stand there staring at each other. I’m mesmerized by the color swirling in her eyes as she decides her best option. When she finally answers, Edge pulls her shoulders back with a grin crawling across her face.
“As you command.”
I growl, resisting the urge to bend this woman over and spank her fine ass. If she weren’t in so much fucking pain, I would do just fucking that. She quirks an eyebrow at me, almost in a dare. Like she can fuckin read what’s on my mind. I step back, giving her room to move around me. Edge shocks me to my core when she goes onto her tiptoes and kisses me on the underside of my jaw. She crawls into bed, my shirt hugging her ass the way I wish I could.
“Flirt with fire and get burned,” I growl, adjusting my growing cock.
Edge lays on the bed with eyes already closed, “Whatever do you mean, Razor?”
I hover over her in a crawl, whispering, “You know exactly what you are doing. Mark my words when you are healed and cleared by Flyboy, that ass is mine.”
“In your dreams, big boy. In your fucking dreams,” she whispers before passing out.
Growling, I lay on my side and watch how peacefully she’s sleeping. Just as I doze off, she whimpers with a nightmare. I reach out, pulling her closer to me to soothe her. It works, and I pass out, enjoying finally having my woman at my side. All I need is Starla back home.
* * *
Igrab my laptop and head out to the front room. We’re having to have this meeting there due to the sheer number of people going to be there. Prez had a projector and screen set up so everyone could see what I’ve pulled together. I stand at the mouth of the hallway and watch everyone for a moment, beating back the voice in my head telling me this is all my fault.
“I never took you as a man to hide in the shadows,” Torch says from behind me. I elbow him in the gut on reflex, making him suck in sharply.
“Man, for such a big motherfucker you are too damn quiet.”
“Damn, you asshole, that fucking hurt. Wanna tell me why you’re hiding?” he hisses out through clenched teeth.
“I’m not hiding. Just thinking.”
“Thinking?” he questions.
“Yes. People do that,” I state dryly. I don’t want to have a heart-to-heart with Torch right now. If I give him the smallest hint something is wrong, he will attack it like a blow torch.
“Yes. You think ninety-nine percent of the time, but it’s not your strongest attribute lately. So, for the second fucking time, I’ll ask, what are you thinking about?” he growls in annoyance.
I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose. He isn’t going to let this fucking go. “Yes, fucking thinking how if I hadn’t let the shit with my brother get to me, I wouldn’t love a little girl that isn’t mine with every breath I take. If I had pulled my head out of my fucking ass, I wouldn’t have pissed off some fucking pencil dick setting up shop in our fucking backyard.” The rage boils higher and higher with every word. “We wouldn’t have a no-good cunt in the basement detoxing. Starla wouldn’t be drugged and just coming home from the hospital. But what cuts the deepest is Edge got fucking worked over so bad she almost fucking died.”
Torch doesn’t say a fucking word as I unravel. I spin around, ready to fight—no, needing to fucking fight. I need to hurt and cause pain.
“That isn’t going to end well for you,” Torch says, standing to his full height.
Before I can act on the impulse running through me, Vixen comes down the hall. “Hey, babe, Edge needs help getting to the living room. Do you mind helping her? Oh, Razor, I didn’t realize you were standing there.”
“I don’t mind at all, babe. Let’s go get her and get this shit on the road,” he says, giving her a rare smile.
The thought of him helping her and touching her is more than I can take. No one, and I fucking mean no one, puts their hands on my woman. I move without thinking, pinning Torch to the wall with my forearm across his throat. There’ll be hell to pay for this, but I don’t fucking give a damn at this moment.
“No one touches her but me. Edge is fucking mine, and I’ll fucking take care of her. Do I make myself very fucking clear?” I growl in his face.
