Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Fucker. No, what you do in that situation, Eden, is you stay home. You make chicken soup, and you watch a movie, or you just give her a chance to recover and do all the shit you need to make sure you’re okay. You don’t go dancing. You don’t go out. You certainly don’t go dancing with another woman.”
He was saying so many good things, but it didn’t help. There was a lot of red flags when it came to her past relationship with Mac, which was scary.
By the end of the night, Maeve was ready to go home, and it was close to midnight. Eden walked out toward the car, and Razor surprised her by walking them both back to the car.
Maeve was on a dance high but not drunk. Other than the one bottle at the beginning of the night, Eden had drunk orange juice and had even asked the barman to get her a coffee, to make sure the alcohol was completely out of her system. She had that beer nearly five hours before.
Maeve climbed into the car, and Eden stopped and turned to Razor. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“You did?” he asked.
“Yeah, you’re a great dancer.”
“That is because I had a great partner.”
Eden laughed. “I’ll see you.”
She opened the driver’s side of the car, just as Razor called her name.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“If I decide to call you, would that be all right?” he asked.
She couldn’t keep the smile from her face. “Yeah, I think that would be more than all right.”
With that, she got into the car, slamming the door closed, and fastening her seat belt.
“More than all right?” Maeve asked and let out a little whistle. “Girlfriend, you have got it bad.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You and Razor, you guys have been like that.” She held up her hand and linked two fingers together.
“We have not.”
“I kid you not. He could not take his eyes from you, and he has not left your side.” She let out a little whistle. “He’s well and truly smitten. He wants a piece of you.”
“Stop it, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Maeve snorted. “Please, I know guys, and I have seen them in action, and Razor is looking for a piece of you.”
“I don’t think that is a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Mac!”
Maeve blew a raspberry. “Forget about him. That guy is an asshole, and you have not exactly used him as a kind of judgment pole for the way you deal with guys at the club.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You don’t think I know about the birthday cakes, or the chicken soups, or you sending wellness baskets?” Maeve said.
“I’m being polite.”
“And you don’t think about Mac and all that shit when you do it? You don’t need to think about it now. Enough time has passed. You’re free to make your own choices, and if you want a thing with Razor, go for it!”
“You know, I never slept with Mac,” she said.
“See, that means you and Mac were not that serious. Sex makes things serious, and trust me, you were not there.”
Eden had a feeling her sister was just trying to make it better. However, there was no way she was going to just fall for Razor because he had shown her a little attention.
****
Razor parked his bike and marveled at the sun beaming down. It was unseasonably warm for February. In the months leading up to Christmas, it had been unseasonably cold. It was like the weather didn’t know what the fuck it was doing. A bunch of kids laughing caught his attention and for a second, he watched as they played on their bikes. It was refreshing to see kids playing outside instead of on their cell phones.
Fresh air was the real joy of being a kid and exploring adventure. The kids had made a small ramp, nothing too dangerous, and Razor spotted several parents standing at their windows, drinking from large mugs but keeping an eye on their kids.
It was a good neighborhood where Eden lived, nothing like the shithole he experienced, living in the poorest part of the city in a large building filled with many different apartments. By the time he was ten years old, he’d seen a lot of people get killed, and some kill themselves as they shot up with shit in their veins. It was not a good place to live. His mother had been a whore, with a swinging door of men to be used by, just so she could get her next high.
Eden was like a breath of fresh air from the past he knew.
Unlike his brother, he didn’t go down the path of drugs and alcohol. He went the other way, fighting for survival, wanting out of the shithole that was home. Joining the Chaos Monsters MC had been a lifeline to him.