Page 55 of Razor's Edge
I level my eyes on him, ensuring he doesn’t miss a word I’m about to say. “You torture me, fine. Fuck it, you torture Razor, and your death will still be quick. Come anywhere close to my daughter, and I’ll make sure that if, and I truly mean if, they find a small amount of your DNA, it will be a fucking miracle.”
The bastard throws his head back in laughter as the shadow of my avenging angel falls over him, and a shiny silver razorblade slowly comes around his throat and a pistol to his side. “Threatening my woman is a warrant to die slowly. Threatening my woman and my child means that breathing is a fucking privilege you no longer have.”
“Oh, my boy, kill me here, and you won’t get away with it. There’s no way to hide it.” The dumbass laughs like he isn’t taking his last breaths.
“That is where you are very, very wrong, amigo.” Razor sighs in annoyance. “My brother and his woman work at this hospital. I’ve also been training for a long, long time to make sure you die quickly without much mess.”
The fuckhead’s eyes grow wide, realizing he isn’t making it out of here alive. I just smile and wiggle my fingers at him. His eyes narrow as the wheels in his head turn, finding something he thinks will rattle us.
“My family won’t ever let this end. Someone’ll come look for us,” he hisses.
“Well, we both know it’s not going to be your son. Do me a solid, will ya?” Razor asks. “Tell your son I say hello when you see him in Hell.” The asshole’s eyes go wide as blood runs down his shirt, and he gasps for air.
That’s right, fuckhead. You messed with the wrong family this time.
Once he’s no longer breathing, Flyboy, Riley, the prospect that brought me, and Coin come in white coats and wheel out the dead body on a bed.
In two seconds, Razor is on me. First, he kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, and then both cheeks before his lips finally land on mine. He kisses me like he hasn’t seen me in years instead of a few hours.
He finally pulls back enough to lay his forehead on mine. “I can’t leave you for a couple of hours without you being dramatic and looking for attention, can I?”
I smack him on his side. “Whatever, asshole. This was me trying to get a break from life. Mini vacay in a hospital where all I can do is rest.”
“I hate to tell you, my love, but you’ll never get a break from me. I need you like my bike needs gas. I can’t run without you, much less find my way,” he whispers, holding onto my face gently but in a way that tells me he will slice his way to the center of the world just for me.
“I’ll be the compass that guides you,” I choke out, holding back my tears of joy.
“Good, I’m a man without direction without you! I love you, Edge.”
“I love you most!”
EPILOGUE
Riley
Six Months Later
It’s been nine months since I walked into a motorcycle club for the first time in five years. The day I walked out of my father’s and brother’s club; I swore that I’d never find myself in another one. Yet here I am, holding the three-month-old baby of the VP at the wedding of one of the brothers.
“Riley, you sure do find yourself in crazy situations,”my inner bitch says.
“Would you shut up? How could I say no to the invite after everything?”I ask her.
“Ummm. It’s really fucking easy. Say NO!”My inner bitch rolls her eyes.
“You really are a fucking bitch, you know. And look at this shit, I’m talking to myself,” I mumble under my breath.
The sharp tug on my hair brings me back to the ceremony. The wedding march plays, and while everyone turns, looking at the bride, I turn and watch the groom. His reaction is everything to me. If I’m honest with myself, I’m completely shocked by the pure adoration on his face. What makes me question whether all bikers are the same are the tears that race down his cheeks at the sight of his bride.
I whisper to Baby Torch, “You see how Uncle Razor looks at your Aunty? That’s the way you should look at your future bride. Always treat women with respect, compassion, and a listening ear. Support, love, and bring her chocolate, and you’ll make her a very happy woman.”
Baby Torch looks at me wide-eyed with his momma’s blonde hair and eyes. I kiss his forehead. Loving others’ babies will be the only way I’ll ever love a baby. I shake my head, not allowing myself to go down that path today. I’m going to enjoy this wedding, and then I’m going to go back to my life of being an ER nurse and part-time baker.
Razor and Edge say their vows, and there isn’t a dry eye in the whole place. Those two have fought and overcome so much to get here today.
After the incident in the hospital and finding out Edge had to have an ovary removed because a cyst ruptured, the doctors’ appointments and getting everything lined up to start IVF after they get married has been a crazy and emotional roller coaster. Without a doubt, they will make it through with her family and this club behind them.
The minister deems them married, and everyone cheers. The baby fusses in my arms for only a moment, and out of nowhere, his daddy is towering over me. I swallow the squeak that almost escapes my lips at his sudden appearance.
