Page 47 of Razor's Edge
Edge comes on a scream, clawing at my back and pulling me over the edge with her. I come so hard and deep inside her that she will get pregnant this time. I roll, bringing her with me so I don’t crush her. Edge lays there limply, breathing but not saying a word. I slowly run my hands along her back, taking in the moment with her. Just as I’m about to fall asleep, there is a knock on the door.
“We’ve got an issue, church in five.” Someone growls deep and low from the other side.
“Damn it,” I grumble, not wanting to go back to real life.
“Never a dull moment around here,” Edge says before biting me on the pec and rolling out of bed. She’s across the room before I even process what just happened.
When the shock wears off, I can finally get the words out. “Did you just fucking bite me?”
A laugh echoes from the bathroom as the shower turns on. I roll out of the bed and storm to the bathroom toward the shower. I step in, climbing the wall when the fires of hell rain down on me.
“Fuck! My skin is burning! I have none left! Are you a fucking demon from hell?” I ask, staying out of the spray.
Edge laughs and rinses her body while I wait for her skin to melt off.
“Oh, stop being a baby. It’s not that hot. Come on. You only have like two minutes before church.” She laughs, kissing me before stepping out of the shower, leaving me with the lava water.
I reach around, turn the water to a manageable level and shower quickly. Stepping into my room, I’m disappointed to find Edge already gone. I get dressed, grab my laptop, and head to church. I make it there, thankful I’m not the last one in. I start pulling up all the maps and plans to take down the fuckheads that hurt Edge. To say I’m over this fucking planning shit is an under-fucking-statement.
Pretty Boy comes through the door like a hurricane, nearly tearing the doors off. All the brothers look shocked by our calm, even-tempered brother’s unraveling.
“You solid, brother?” Torch questions.
Just as Prez comes through the door, he explodes, “Am I fucking good? Are you fucking kidding me? You are so wrapped up in your woman that you can’t see straight or take care of the club your father is fucking handing you! Our tech and security man has his head so far up his fucking ass that he can’t even protect our fucking backs. Now, we have some drugged-up whore staying here as a fucking favor to who? Edge is fucking nobody. She’s not claimed or fucking family. So, how am I so supposed to be good when this place is being torn apart by the fucking seams from the inside out?”
His words aren’t completely out of his mouth when Wesson punches him, and Smith pins him to the table, his arm behind his back. Wesson leans close to his ear and whatever he says takes the wind out of his sails as he sags on the table. The twins step back, giving Pretty Boy space, and he sits heavily in his chair, placing his elbows on the table with his head bowed.
Prez bangs the gavel on the table, bringing our meeting to order. “Let me start this meeting with this. Pretty Boy, if you ever speak about family members of the club like that again, there will be consequences. However, you are not wrong. Over the last few months, the officers of this club have slacked on their jobs and been distracted. Going forward, this cannot happen, or the lot of you will have consequences the likes of which you’ve never fucking imagined. I will not watch a bunch of fucking assholes destroy what your fathers and I built. Do I make myself very motherfucking clear?”
Stunned silence followed. There have been very few times Prez has gotten truly angry, but he’s not wrong. We have been acting like a bunch of fucking assholes, and it’s time we pull our heads out of our asses.
“Do I make myself very fucking clear? Just as you have earned those patches, they can be removed if you do not uphold what it means to wear your cut and patch,” he says so calmly that we all feel the chill at his tone.
“Yes, sir!” Fists banging on the table are deafening.
“Good. Now, let’s get to fucking business and take care of the fuckheads in our fucking town.”
Smith speaks first, “We have everything on the properties ready. Wesson has spoken with the police chief, and they’ll be monitoring and managing all the calls from that sector when we decide to act.”
Prez gives him a nod. “Razor, cameras, and surveillance?”
“There are several cameras taking video and stills every half-mile for three miles. All videos and images are being downloaded every hour,” I tell him, broadcasting the images to the TV for everyone to see.
“Coin and Pretty Boy, is the basement ready for our visitors?” Prez questions.
“It is. We currently have one guest there at this moment. So, everything else is ready and waiting,” Coin says quickly.
Prez raises an eyebrow at Pretty Boy, who gives a stiff nod. That satisfies him, so we all turn to the TV, spending the next several hours going over the plan, trying to accommodate for every way this could go. That way, we can take care of the issues with few casualties. Well, until we’re ready for there to be some.
Once the plan is set, we all know our jobs and when and where to be. Prez bangs the gavel, releasing us. Prez calls Pretty Boy and Torch to stay back as we clear out. That can’t be good, yet until they are ready to loop the rest of us in, there is nothing for me to worry about. Going on the search for my little family, I make it through the great room, search the kitchen, and even both rooms, not finding them anywhere.
They wouldn’t have left, but not being able to find them makes me a little crazy.
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Edge
Iwalk into the great room, looking for my baby girl. I haven’t spent any time with her lately. Blue has her, playing with her on the floor. I sit on the other side of Starla, catching her attention. When she spots me, her eyes light up, and she starts kicking and squealing with joy.
