Page 5 of Razor's Edge
“Vixen, baby. We both know she’s not going far and will be here anytime you need her to help ...” This must be what she needed because Vixen finally loosens her hold on me so Torch can pick her up.
“Edge, I know you’re awake. You can’t make a liar out of me and let her down. I’ll hunt you down,” Torch says sternly.
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” I reply as I roll over to look at him.
We watch each other for a few moments, and Torch sees whatever he needs to before turning and leaving my room. I sigh in the silence, waiting for sleep to take hold of me again. Without Vixen at my side, the hold I had on the broken pieces of my heart falls away. I break finally. I need to find myself without Vixen, a Club, or someone holding my hand. I need to find out how much of a badass I am.
* * *
It’s been a week since Razor showed up with his baby and that bitch of a baby momma. I’m so ready to be out of this place that I could fucking scream. Steel, or Prez, as everyone calls him, keeps asking for another day. I’ve given him all the extra days I can. Thankfully, Vix and I never told Fire and Ice about our inheritances that came to us when we turned eighteen. I’m going to be using that money to live until I can find a job. I've applied and been accepted into school already. I’ve also found the perfect place to live with a roommate within walking distance of the campus.
“You okay, Edge?” Little Red asks in her sweet, shy voice.
“Huh? Sorry, what did you ask?”
“Are you okay? You seem a little lost.” She drops her head after that statement.
“Yeah, girly, I’m okay, just ready to move into my new place,” I tell her, wanting to vomit when Star rubs her hand up Razor’s arm.
I’ve got to get out of this club, or I’m going to lose my ever-loving shit on someone. I storm out of the common room to Steel’s office, where I find the door open. Steel, Smith, Wesson, and another woman are sitting around his desk. I’m so mad I don’t even stop before storming into the office.
“Steel, I swear to God, if you don’t tell me why you don’t want me to leave, I will slip off the edge I’m walking so fucking tightly,” I practically yell.
Steel looks taken aback for a moment before slowly standing to his full height to tower over me. “First, who do you think you are storming into my office like you fucking own the place? I’m doing you a fucking favor by letting you stay here for free. Second, if you want to continue to be welcome here, then you’ll make sure this doesn’t fucking happen again. Do I make myself perfectly fucking clear?”
“Good thing I’m more than ready to be out ofyour club, but you won't let me leave.” My fingers do air quotes around your. I'm pushing his buttons right now, though, I don’t rightly give a flying fuck. We stand there, staring and watching each other until someone clears their throat.
“I think we can clear some of that up. If you’ll give us just a minute to get Vixen and move to the conference room,” Smith says from behind me.
“You get ten minutes, and I don’t give a fuck if I’ve got to fucking walk to town. I’m gone. Do I make myself very clear?” I snap, totally over all the bullshit.
Not five minutes later, Vixen, Torch, Smith, Wesson, Steel, me, and the older woman from Steel’s office are sitting around the conference room table. Why is she here? Who is she to the club, and why is she shaking so hard? I look at Wesson. He doesn’t beat around the bush, so I raise an eyebrow. The door bursts open, and in walks Razor with his laptop in one hand and Starla in the other, crying.
“Sorry, she won’t stop crying, and Star is nowhere to be found,” he says. I look at him closely for the first time in a week, noticing how tired he is.
This man may have broken my heart, and I may want to beat him in the head with a bat, but that doesn't mean I’ll let either one suffer because he knocked up a complete bitch. I stand and walk toward him. When I get close, his shoulders stiffen. After all, I’ve been avoiding him for the last week.
“Let me take her while you set up,” I say quietly. I don’t offer to take his laptop because there is no way he is giving that up.
“I don’t know why she won't stop crying. I gave her a bottle, burped her, and changed her, but she keeps crying.” He sounds so defeated, so tired.
“You’re doing your best. We’ll figure it out.” I tell him, trying to hold back the tears battling to get free.
Razor just lets out a breath and hands Starla to me. All I see when she looks at me are her daddy’s bright blue eyes and long dark, black-blue hair. She is the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen. Starla stops crying, and we just watch each other. Starla places her tiny hand on my cheek. Yes, today will be the last day I’m at this clubhouse unless it’s to spend time with Vixen because loving this little girl would be my downfall.
“How the hell?” Razor asks, bringing me out of my head. I shrug and sit by Vixen, not making eye contact with anyone.
“You guys will have to deal with your shit later. Prez, mind telling me why we are here? Vixen has a doctor's appointment to find out if the little pain will let us see if I’m getting a boy or girl,” Torch says with the biggest fucking smile I’ve ever seen on his face.
Smith and Wesson look at each other before looking over at Steel and giving him a slight nod.
Steel takes a breath. “The day you ladies told us your story; you might remember we were taken aback by who your fathers were.” Vixen and I look at each other before turning back to Steel, nodding.
“Your fathers and I were in the same unit. Blue, Torch, and I even came and spent some time with your families when you were tiny. The day your fathers passed, I was the sniper and not on the line with them. That is the only reason Iron and I made it out, he was my spotter.” Steel takes a shaky breath like the memories are trying to drag him under.
“You knew all this the whole time but didn’t think we needed to know that you knew our parents?” Vixen accuses.
“Vix, baby, let him finish. There are reasons for this. Please, just let him finish,” Torch says quietly while pulling her into his lap.
