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Edge
The catcalls and whistles bring me back to reality. I drop my head into his neck to hide my bright red face. Damn, this man has a way about him that makes me forget everything outside of the two of us. Dropping my legs, I slowly slide down his body, fighting with everything in me to hold back a moan at his rock-hard dick.
“Fuck, you two will get someone fucking killed,” Pretty Boy grumbles, pushing past everyone.
“It looks to me like Edge just saved your ass,” Smith grins.
“Fuck you, man. You see what I’m fucking dealing with here.” Pretty Boy sneers, glaring at Candy.
I cannot figure out his fucking problem, but I am done. I push away from Razor, storming after Pretty Boy, completely forgetting about the gun in my hand. I make it only about three steps when Duck steps in front of me.
“Woah, little momma,” he says, holding his hands up to stop me yet not touching me.
“I’m sick of this. He has been nothing but rude and hateful since we got here. He needs to check his shit before I do it for him,” I hiss, vibrating from anger and adrenaline.
“I can completely understand your frustration, but remember two things before going after him. You are still holding a gun. And you are not a brother, but he is. You cannot speak to a brother that way,” Duck says, and I can tell it pains him to say that.
Razor stands so close to my back, I can’t help but lean on him. He runs his hand down my arm and slowly takes the gun. I sigh, giving up. This is one of the reasons I left to start with. I’m supposed to sit and be pretty, not challenge the brothers or call them out on their shit.Do I want to deal with this all the time?
“Stop it. You’re letting that amazing brain run away with you. We’ll talk about this later. Trust me, Love,” Razor whispers, placing a kiss on my head.
“Fine. For now.”
“Prez has been notified. The asshole trying to say hi to everyone is ready to go. So, if y’all are done standing around and talking like bitches, can we get a fucking move on? There is no fucking way Edge firing Razor’s cannon will go unnoticed,” Smith growls, annoyed.
I sigh before following Duck and everyone out the door to our waiting bikes. Razor places my helmet on my head, tightening the straps before doing his own. I swallow the desire, watching his legs flex as he throws one over his beast. The rumble of the bikes makes me quiver to the point my legs go weak.
“You don’t have to swoon for me, baby. I’m already yours,” Razor throws over his shoulder with a wink.
I get on behind him, sliding so close that you couldn’t fit the hair from a frog's ass between us.
Leaning forward, I whisper in his ear, “Let's ride because, baby, I need you.”
We make it back to the clubhouse without any issues, and I clear away some of the stress of finding Candy in that state. I can’t stop blaming myself for what they did to her. Logically, she worked at the strip club, so they could have gotten to her either way, but something in me tells me it was vengeance for me not helping them take down the club.
Razor backs his bike into his spot, holding it steady for me to dismount without burning my leg on the exhaust pipe. He reaches out, catching me by the back of my neck before I can get too far away. “Once we get your girl settled and I taste that sweet pussy again, we are going for a long ride. Having you at my back on my bike is heaven, and I need more of that.” Razor plants a hard kiss on my lips. I let the world fall away briefly.
“Do you think that’s the example you need to be setting for your child?” Vixen shouts from the doorway of the club.
“She better get used to it because I’m not going to stop doing it. I’ve gone too damn long without her momma’s lips on mine. I’ll take advantage of it whenever and however I can moving forward,” Razor growls, winking at me.
My heart drops to my stomach and grows five sizes when he calls me Starla’s momma. I have no fucking idea what happened to Star, but if Razor is calling me her momma, she isn’t coming back. I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face before turning to my cousin holding my sweet baby.
“She has to know Momma and Daddy love each other. Are you and Torch going to stop trying to suck each other's face off when that baby gets here?” I question her.
“Fuck no!” Torch says as he smacks Vixen on the ass as he walks by her.
Everyone laughs at our antics, taking a short break from the craziness of our lives. The prospect driving the van with Candy gets out, looking completely shocked, and her screams reach us. Pretty Boy is off his bike and at her side before anyone else can move. What shocks me is in less time than that, Coin has the prospect pinned to the van’s side with a large blade to his throat.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” he hisses so threateningly that I’m not shocked the prospect pissed himself.
“I just touched her shoulder to wake her and tell her we were here,” he cries—yes, fucking cries.
“Seeing as this is your last chance to learn something from this club, learn this: never, and I mean never, fucking touch a woman you don’t know or hasn’t given an expressed okay. That’s the fastest way to end up compost.” Coin continues as if the kid never spoke.
Coin’s never like this. This man is always light-hearted, the first to cut up with a brother. So to see him so dark and dangerous, I’m taken aback. Pretty Boy gets Candy calmed before he calls for me. I rush over without question. As soon as I make it to her side, Pretty Boy goes to Coin, talking to him quietly for a moment. I have no idea what he says, but Coin takes a deep breath and steps back from the scared kid.
