Page 30 of Razor's Edge
Torch shows no reaction, and his reply is calm enough to put me in check, “I understand what you are saying. Razor, you are my best friend and my brother, but if you do not remove your arm, they will find tiny ashes of you scattered from here to fucking Canada.”
I shake my head, trying to rein it all back in and process what the fuck just happened. I take another step back, turning to get Edge.
“Razor.” I stop, looking over my shoulder. “We will address this after the meeting. You know I can’t just let that fucking go.” I give him a chin lift. Words won’t change anything.
Knocking lightly on the door before entering, Edge doesn’t say anything, so I push through and am met with a sight that makes my dick hard as a steel pipe yet makes my blood boil.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Edge doesn’t even stop her typing to answer me, “Look, I found another link between Isaias and the Snake Bites.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? There was no connection.”
“You know better than to fucking question me about this, for one. And for two, it was one of the people on your list. I remembered it from my time there,” she states quietly.
I walk over, running my hand down her hair, squeezing her neck lightly to draw her attention to me. “You know how I feel about people fucking around on my system, but I’m proud of you, babe. We gotta get to this meeting, and then we’ll chase this lead more when we are done.”
Edge’s shoulders sag before nodding yes. “Let’s do this! I have a question.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Will you help me to the meeting? I can’t walk that far yet,” she says, blushing so hard it appears under her bruises.
“Oh, where is the ‘I don’t need anyone or ask for help’ Edge we have come to enjoy?” I can’t help but joke, needing to needle her into a reaction.
The colors of her eyes swirl in frustration, indignation, and a sweet mix of lust. It’s that hint of lust that tells me everything I need. Edge still wants me and wants this. All I have to do is convince and remind her of how amazing we are together.
15
Edge
Staring at Razor, the longing in his eyes makes my want flare to the point of pain. Having the shit kicked out of me is nothing like the soul-stirring pain of having him so close yet knowing I can’t kiss him, trace his tattoos, or feel how his beard rubs on my thigh as he kisses his way to my …
“If you keep looking at me that way, Edge, I’ll remind you what this tongue can do,” Razor growls, leaning further into me.
All I’m asking for is to be hurt and have my heart broken, but I need this man. I need to feel what he does to my body and forget everything the way I used to when he would ravish me. Right now, at this moment, what comes after means nothing. I want—no, I fucking need this man.
I arch, pressing my breasts to his chest. “You know how I feel about promises you don’t intend to keep.”
The split second of shock widens his eyes for a moment causing sick satisfaction to race through me. I’ve spent so many years being envied, lusted after, and had my body used for others’ pleasure. To know that I have a say and the ability to make this man want me is like nothing I’ve been able to find anywhere else.
“You know I never make promises I can’t or don’t intend to keep.”
His words are like being thrown into the icy ocean in the middle of January. This man did break his promise. He took everything we had and shredded it into confetti—like I meant nothing to him, and everything we had was a fucking joke. My inner vixen is dancing and preening, wanting Razor’s attention. I mentally slap that bitch and pull away, moving so he is no longer boxing me in and I can catch my breath.
“Edge ... We really need to talk about things.”
“Razor, we really don’t have anything to talk about. You have your woman and baby. I’m worth more than being a side piece.”
“Fucking hell, you stubborn ass woman! If you would stop for two motherfucking seconds and just fucking listen, it would make fucking sense.”
“Razor, I can’t. Right now, I need to concentrate on the asshats trying to take my family down. So, if you’ll excuse me, we have a meeting to attend.”
I grab the laptop I’ve been using and hobble my way to the door. I’m so fucking done with all this shit. This man will be the death of me. I need to do what I have to and get back to the apartment and back to my life. I make it out the front door when I remember I need a new fucking job seeing as my boss and his family just beat the ever-loving shit out of me.
Without warning, my feet are swept out from under me by the most amazing set of arms. “I can fucking walk, you know?”
“Yeah, and I shit rainbows and unicorns,” Razor grumbles.
