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)
Razor had been so distracted by Maeve and her questioning, he hadn’t even realized she was heading downstairs. Eden rounded the corner, dressed in a skirt and a wrap-style top.
“You heard all of that?” Razor asked.
“I heard quite a bit.”
“Are you pissed at me?” He didn’t feel guilty for trying harder to stop Mac. The brother had been sneaking around behind her back for too long.
“No, I’m not. I’m actually glad, to be honest. My sister kept telling me he was a piece of work. She kept saying the same about Hilary and I wasn’t listening. At least now I listened.”
Razor looked at her and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had any kind of feelings for Mac.
He looked at Maeve, who was staring right at him. He turned away and got Eden a plate. As he put her breakfast in front of her, the doorbell rang, and Eden climbed off her stool and made her way toward the front door.
“Stop it,” Maeve said.
“What?” he asked.
“Thinking whatever bullshit stuff you’re thinking about. It makes no sense to even be thinking that kind of shit. Stop it.”
He glared at her.
“She does not have a thing for Mac. Trust me on this. I know my sister, and it is not something you need to worry about.”
“I’m not worried.”
She rolled her eyes. “Go ahead, let your pride get in the way.”
The door closed, and Eden came into the kitchen carrying a large bouquet of flowers. They were bright and colorful.
“Wow,” Maeve said. “Who are they for?”
“They’re for me.” Eden pulled out the card and read it. “I’m sorry for everything, Mac.”
Eden sighed but Razor was pissed off. This was Mac attempting to win Eden back.
He put his hands on the counter and looked at the flowers. They were beautiful. “I’ve got to go,” he said.
He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and made his way to the door, only he stopped. He turned around and went to Eden, put his hand at her waist, and kissed her.
“Have a good day.”
“Razor? Wait.”
He wasn’t waiting. Mac wanted to cause him trouble, then he was more than happy to deal with this. Mac had his chance, and he fucked that up. It wasn’t his fault that Mac didn’t listen to him.
Razor didn’t listen as Eden tried to call to him, and he stormed out of her home. The kids were out playing on the lawn, but he ignored them, climbing onto his bike. He didn’t go to the clubhouse. It was Sunday morning, and there was only one place he was going to find Mac.
Taking off in the direction of the strip club, he had hoped the journey on his bike would calm him down, but all it did was piss him off even more. His anger flooded him.
Arriving at the strip club, he spotted Mac’s bike, along with a few of the other club brothers, and he parked, making his way inside.
Mac was sitting, staring up at two women making out on stage. Razor was not interested in the show. He had no doubt Mac was paying the girls double to give him a show.
He walked right up, grabbed Mac by the scruff of his jacket, and threw him across the room.
“What the ever-loving fuck?” Mac asked, falling to his back.
Razor was not in the mood.
The lights came on, and the girls had stopped making out.
“A bouquet of flowers. That is your fucking game now?” he asked, pointing a finger toward his club brother.
“You got a problem with me sending a woman some flowers?” Mac asked, getting to his feet.
“Eden is mine,” Razor said.
Mac laughed. “Eden is her own woman, and she can decide who she wants.”
Razor forced out a laugh. “Are you for fucking real right now? You send her flowers and then you’ve got a couple of women making out. Why the fuck are you doing this?”
“I like Eden.”
“No, you like stringing a woman along and pretending some shit, but you don’t like her. If you like a woman, you don’t treat her the way you do. Not once did you consider Eden for anything.”
“Fuck off, you’re just worried about the competition.”
“Competition?”
“Yeah,” Mac said. “You think she’s going to take one look at me and realize it’s me she wants, and you won’t have a chance.”
Razor slammed his fist into Mac’s face. The brother went down, but was back up again, shoving Razor across a table, which collapsed under his weight.
Savage and Rogue were there, and both brothers just watched. There were also a couple of locals around, but no one came to stop them from fighting. Not until Doc walked into the strip club, and his loud, angry shout for them to stop filled the room.
The lights were well and truly up now, and Razor was sporting a bloody lip, and he felt the swelling of a black eye. Mac didn’t look good either as his nose was bleeding, and he held onto his ribs.