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)
“Do you want butter or mayo?”
“Mayo,” he said.
She slathered the mayo on, added lettuce, tomato, and some thin rings of onion. Next the chicken went on, and she topped it with a little hot sauce, closed it up, sliced it into three, and put it on a plate, handing it to him. She did the same with her own sandwich, and rather than eat indoors, they made their way outside onto the small porch.
“Crap, I forgot to mow the lawn,” she said, and wrinkled her nose. “I’ll do it after lunch.”
“I’ll mow the lawn.”
“Razor, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
“So, is, uh, Razor your name?” she asked.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Oh,” she said.
“I don’t ... that’s all in the past. Razor is my name.”
“Do I get to know what it stands for?” she asked.
He looked toward her. “Not yet,” he said. She was still a civilian. He got the name Razor because that is what he killed a man with once. It was in a bar, a long time ago, when he was first prospecting for the Chaos Monsters MC. There were a lot of guys who wanted to earn that patch and gain the respect of the rest of the club. Respect was earned.
The shit he had to do would give a lot of people nightmares, but he knew he was showing his loyalty to the club. Some guy had lost at the tables. He didn’t like that all his money was gone, and rather than handle it and not continue with his gambling habit, he decided to blame everyone else around him. He went at Doc, who had been close by, with a razor in his hand, and Razor sliced it across the guy’s neck before he could even fire his gun. The guy went down. That night, he earned his patch. He became part of the Chaos Monsters MC.
This was his life.
Eden couldn’t know, because her loyalty was not with him, not yet. There were rules that needed to be followed. Mac certainly didn’t tell her about them. He would, eventually, when she was ready.
Chapter Six
“You’re painting faces for the Easter fair?” Eden asked.
“Yep.”
“How did you get pulled into that?” Eden folded her hands across her chest as she watched her sister change her kits.
“You know, I have no idea how I got this job, just that it landed on me.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m the only one they could think of to paint kids’ faces.”
Eden laughed. It was more likely there was a town meeting, and parents only wanted a professional to handle their kids, rather than run the risk of infected eyes or cross-contaminated products. Maeve was taking it seriously and had several disposable brushes and cleaning equipment.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
“I love the Easter fair, and the kids love it too. This is not my first time.”
That was true. Last year, the guy who thought it would be good to paint kids’ faces got overwhelmed, reacted, and there had to be an intervention when one of the kids walked away with a penis drawn on his cheek. That hadn’t been good. That was when Maeve took over, and the kids adored her.
Even though her sister could be quite loud, often abrasive, and use every curse word in the book, she was a sucker for kids and worked well with them. Eden knew she would make a fantastic mother one day.
“Can you help me?” Maeve asked.
There were several cases, and Eden helped Maeve into the car and climbed into the passenger seat. Eden was helping at several different stands. Her role was to jump in when someone needed help.
Razor had said he’d be at the fair. They brought their bikes, which added an element of flare and excitement. No one was allowed on the bikes or to touch the bikes, but a lot of men and women came to see them. It was like the barrier between biker and civilian dropped at the town fair.
She also had a hunch it had something to do with the sheriff asking for help, in keeping everything safe. Eden had noticed several of the MC going to the sheriff’s office or randomly stopping by to talk to him. She also put two and two together when a shop was vandalized or robbed, and there was justice brought. The person was helped and their shop was returned to its former glory, without a penny spent.
The MC were meant to be pains in the ass, but they took care of things. She had noticed it a lot while dating Mac. It was hard not to notice them. They did a lot more than people gave them credit for, and she had no doubt in her mind they were not all good men.
Razor didn’t talk about it, but she knew how he earned his name. Again, it was what Mac had told her. They earned the names they were given, not that he explained his own. She figured Mac loved burgers or something like that, although she had never seen him eat a burger.